"Of course!" Jian Sui asked Volin, "Do you have anything to ask the Bodhisattva?"

Warleen smiled and shook her head: "The Bodhisattva is too busy, if you want to bless this and that, I won't bother the Bodhisattva and her old man, I should work my own, but I can accompany you in." ”

"Okay, let's go. Jian Sui was a little impatient, and after a few crossings, he stepped directly from the main road to the steps.

It seems that he is waiting for Warlene to follow him, but he is actually a little impatient.

"Why don't you go first, I'll take my time later, I'm really tired, and I can't go as fast as I want. Warlene waved at Jian Sui.

Jian Sui's temperament at this time swept away Waren's previous depression, watching Jian Sui surpass the people in front of him more and more step by step and third order, he couldn't help but shake his head, Jian Sui was obviously a big boy, what was she more competitive with a child.

As the flow of people slowly reached the entrance of the temple, Warlene realized that she had to buy a ticket to enter the temple, three yuan a piece.

Wo Lin was curious about what Jian Sui was like when she worshiped the Bodhisattva, so she bought a ticket to go in, but regretted it as soon as she entered.

It's not that she regrets spending the money, but the smoke of burning incense and paper money wafts everywhere, which makes her very uncomfortable.

Pilgrims are not allowed to bring incense and paper money into the temple from outside, but Wallin did not expect that pilgrims spent a high price at the temple and bought inferior incense and paper money.

No one cleaned the stove that burned incense, and the ashes were so full that they overflowed the furnace and were trampled on by pilgrims.

The incense can be reluctantly inserted into the furnace, but the paper money can not be put down, and the burning paper money rolls from the ashes to the ground, and runs everywhere with the wind, and the smoke also drifts with the wind.

Warlene covered her nose, endured the suffocation, and walked from front to back, mainly looking for Jian Sui, she prayed in her heart that it was best to go out directly through the back door, and save her from pouring back and smelling these inferior fragrances.

Walking to the last hall, Warlene saw that the unsigning master was unsigning for Jian Sui.

Jian Sui smiled at Wallen, deliberately blocking Warlene's view of the sign-solver holding the sign in her hand.

Hehe, it's really like a child, and no one is allowed to see it, Warleen laughed in her heart, and wandered to the back of the hall.

The smell of smoke in this hall was faint, and Wallen breathed shallowly and rapidly, but she didn't feel much better.

The interpreter spoke in the local dialect, and his voice was soft, and the volume was not small, but Wallen still didn't understand a word.

Over there, Jian Sui was listening to the master's explanation, and here Warlene was carefully studying the back of the ticket, hoping that there would be a back door to leave.

The results of her research disappointed her, and she had to go back the way she came, as she had to leave the temple.

"Isn't it uncomfortable?" Jian Sui came to her after untying the sign, and saw that her face was not good.

"Can you stand the smell here?" Volin patted her chest, suffocating.

"The bodhisattva spirit here. The simple answer is not what is asked.

Looking at her face, Jian Sui was no better than Volin.

For the sake of the legendary Bodhisattva's miracle, the pilgrims also endured the inferior smoke here, and Jian Sui seemed to be in a good mood.

Warlene asked Jian Sui, "Do you still have a place to worship?"

The temple occupies a small area, but the room is not small, there are three large halls from the front to the back, and there are two rows of small halls on the side, Wo Lin did not go to see the name of the temple, but which hall has someone burning incense and worshiping the Buddha, she still remembers.

"No, I have already worshiped the most spiritual Bodhisattva, and the other Bodhisattvas will worship next time they come. Jian Sui subconsciously touched his pants pocket as he spoke.