Xiang Fei was just making a joke, of course it was impossible to really do it.

Having said that, he is now in deep affection with Zhao Qing, Ma Liangcai really wants to take down Sun Yixiang, and he can also be free from the harassment of the female police flower, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone, he is too late to bless, how can he curse.

Hongde Temple is not far from here, just on the Wudao Mountain on the other side of the river, because the temple incense is prosperous, there are many pilgrims, on the south side of the mountain, a high-standard winding mountain road has already been built, you can go directly to the temple on the top of the mountain, it is very convenient.

It's just that on the north side of the mountain, the terrain is quite steep, straight up and down, so there is only one stone road, step by step leading to the top of the mountain, which is relatively steep.

Xiang Fei was full of physical strength, and he was too lazy to go far, so after parking the car on the side of the road, he took the wooden fish from the path across the river and went directly up the mountain.

After coming out of the water, the wooden fish has lost the nourishment of the water, surprisingly not dry and cracked, but exudes a faint trace of sandalwood, the surface of the wooden fish, is also very smooth and delicate, and it is like playing with a piece of mutton fat jade, which has an excellent touch.

Xiang Fei was playing with the wooden fish while going up the mountain, and he was playing hard, and the old monk Yuantong inside couldn't stand it.

"Master Xiang, the wooden fish is for knocking, not for touching. Monk Yuantong looked at Xiang Fei and couldn't help but say.

"Anyway, it's all a plaything in your hand, what's the difference?" Xiang Fei said with a smile.

"Amitabha!" Monk Yuantong listened, and was so angry that he didn't want to speak, so he simply continued to sit in the mustard seed space.

"If there is a wooden gas, I want to knock it a few times, so it won't be too boring to knock all the way. Xiang Fei saw that the old monk was angry, and took the opportunity to tease.

"You have no relationship with the Buddha, no matter how much you knock it, it's useless. Monk Yuantong listened, and scolded Xiang Fei again.

Anyone who sees others play with their beloved wooden fish as a piece of jade will not be happy, not to mention that this wooden fish has been with him for many years, and they have a very deep relationship with each other.

Xiang Fei listened, and didn't dare to stimulate the old monk anymore, for fear that before he could reach the mountain, the resentment in his body would attack in advance, and in the end, he couldn't get the mustard seed space, because of a small loss.

After climbing to the top of the mountain, Xiang Fei glanced at the magnificent Hongde Temple, and his eyes were quickly attracted by the wishing pool at the entrance of the temple.

Different from the general small wishing pool, this wishing pond is very large, about ten square meters, and the water in it is not clear, there are some water lilies, and under the water lilies, there are some brocade lilies swimming in it.

At the bottom of the faintly visible pool, there is a thick layer of coins, and some pilgrims who come to worship the Buddha will take out a few coins from their bags and throw them into this wishing pond every time they pass by, and then silently make a wish.

These people saw that Xiang Fei was just standing on the edge of the pool, his eyes flashing, he didn't do anything, and they all looked at him with a puzzled expression.

There was an aunt who even kindly reminded Xiang Fei not to fight the idea of the money in the pool, saying that they were used to honor the gods, and every once in a while, the money would disappear automatically, but no one knew where it went, and it was not clear.

Xiang Fei nodded, threw a coin into it decently, and walked directly to the depths of the temple.

Of course, he knew where the money in the pool ended up, because he had just packed a dozen bags out and let Ma Liang tow them away in a car, but he couldn't say. [@# & Better Update Faster]

Today is work time, the temple is a little deserted, and there are not many pilgrims, all of them are idle guests at the level of uncles and aunts.

Xiang Fei walked all the way, glanced left and right, but never saw the kind of monk who could manage things, and in the end, he had to touch the round-faced monk who was responsible for unsigning the guests, and asked in a low voice: "Master, may I ask if your abbot is there?"

Hearing Xiang Fei's question, the round-faced monk said with a smile: "Uncle Abbot has not asked about the world for a long time. ”

"What, your abbot has been dead for a long time, so why don't you hurry up and choose one?" Xiang Fei was stunned for a moment and hurriedly asked.

The round-faced monk looked stunned, and patiently explained: "The abbot uncle just doesn't ask about the world, not the death, what does the donor have to ask? ”

"You can't answer my question, I just want to talk to your abbot. Xiang Fei said.

"Poor monk Zhiming, if the donor can't explain the reason, the poor monk won't take you to see your uncle. Monk Zhiming insisted.

"Okay, great monk, don't be poor, do you still recognize this thing?" Xiang Fei finished speaking, took out the old wooden fish hidden in the bag, and asked unceremoniously.

"This ...... It is a poor monk who is clumsy and cannot recognize it. Monk Zhiming took it and looked at it carefully, and said truthfully.

"So, take me to your abbot. Xiang Fei said.

"......" Monk Zhiming couldn't answer, hesitated for a few seconds, and had to put aside the hexagram stall and take Xiang Fei to a side hall on the right.

"How do you feel?" Xiang Fei asked softly as he walked behind.

"I didn't expect that a cold temple back then could have the scale it has today, and it could be unshakable. In the mustard seed space, Monk Yuantong sighed.

"Who are you talking to?" Monk Zhiming had just reached middle age, his ears and eyes were clear, and after hearing Xiang Fei's words, he asked puzzledly.

"Wooden fish!" Xiang Fei raised the wooden fish in his hand and said unhurriedly.

When Monk Zhiming heard this, he muttered in his heart, this person looks quite normal, can't he be a psychopath?

However, the other party's wooden fish is of extraordinary quality, and at first glance it comes from the hands of a high-ranking monk, and he does not dare to deliberately snub Xiang Fei, so he has to obediently lead him outside the abbot's meditation room.

"Uncle Huixin, there is a pilgrim who wants to see you. Monk Zhiming knocked on the door of the meditation room and said respectfully.

"The old monk has already seen through the red dust, does not ask about the world, and does not see guests. Inside the meditation room, Abbot Huixin said unhurriedly.

"Master, since you have seen through the red dust, can you see through this wooden fish?" Xiang Fei listened, directly took out the wooden fish, pushed open the door, and broke in very impolitely.

"The little donor laughed, the wooden fish is used to knock, how can you see through it?" Monk Huixin glanced at the wooden fish in Xiang Fei's hand, a fine light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately said with kind eyebrows

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"Then can the master still see the origin of this wooden fish?" After Xiang Fei finished speaking, he directly handed over the wooden fish and asked.

After Abbot Huixin took the wooden fish, he looked at it and thought about it, and he always felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Suddenly, he saw the two small characters under the wooden fish, his eyes were fixed, and he stood up in shock, and said: "The wooden fish of the donor, could it be the relics of the ancestor of the Hongde Temple, Yuantong?"

"Haha, the master has good eyesight!" Xiang Fei replied with a smile.

"Stand down. After Abbot Huixin recognized the origin of the wooden fish, he pondered for a moment, glanced at Monk Zhiming, and saw that he also looked curious, and directly issued an order to expel the guest.

"Uncle Shi, can I stay here, don't worry, I'm just listening, and I won't say much. Monk Zhiming hurriedly begged the abbot's uncle.

"You can't listen to it, let's go down, donor's surname?" Abbot Huixin asked immediately after recognizing the origin of the wooden fish.

When Monk Zhiming heard this, he didn't dare to disobey the abbot's intentions, so he reluctantly left the meditation room with a full stomach full of doubts.

"My surname is a bit expensive, my surname, the same surname as the overlord of Western Chu. Xiang Fei said with a smile.

"Master Xiang really has a deep Buddha fate, and he can actually get the relics of the patriarch of the Kai School, say, bring it here, what is your request?" Abbot Huixin asked straight to the point.

"If I say that I came this time, I just came to return the wooden fish, and I plan to return the things to the original owner, do you believe it?" Xiang Fei said.

"Naturally, they don't believe. Abbot Huixin said.

"That's right, then I won't go around in circles, this time, I have only one request. Xiang Fei said.

"Donor, please!" said Abbot Huixin.

"Ruined the Wishing Fountain!" Xiang Fei said straightforwardly.

The wishing pool is famous, there is no need to clean up, the coins thrown in, every once in a while, will automatically disappear, very magical, for hundreds of years, it has gathered a lot of pilgrims and popularity for Hongde Temple, Xiang Fei suddenly made such a request, it is simply a ruin of the foundation.

Hearing Xiang Fei's request, Abbot Huixin was directly dumbfounded, and he was speechless for a long time, purely because he was angry with Xiang Fei......

(End of chapter)