"Who is the most respected here?" asked Xiao Fan.

"Well...... this"

Night Fox thought for a while and said: "That must be the abbot here, I heard that the abbot here has lived for more than ninety years and is known as a living Buddha, and everyone who comes here wants to see him and accept his enlightenment." ”

"But he may be old, he only receives twenty people a day, and after that, no one will be gone, even if you are a rich man or a high-ranking official, he will not give face. ”

"Let's go and ask him, maybe he knows this person. ”

Xiao Fan nodded and said, "Let's go." ”

The two of them squeezed out of the crowd, spared two courtyards, and came to another hall, and before they could enter, Xiao Fan was dumbfounded.

There are more people here than in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, at least twice as much.

"This ......" Night Fox also gasped: "According to this situation, even if we can't be lined up until tomorrow!"

Xiao Fan frowned, saw a young monk passing not far away, and hurriedly walked over and said:

"Little master, we want to meet the host of your temple. ”

The young monk seemed to have seen it for a long time, and he didn't look at Xiao Fan, and said lightly:

"Let's get in line. ”

Xiao Fan had already expected it, so he took out a step of money from his pocket and offered it with both hands: "Little master, this is the sesame oil money I donated to your temple, please make it convenient." ”

The young monk looked around, quickly put the money in his pocket, and smiled: "Two donors, please come with me." ”

Xiao Fan called the night fox, and the two followed behind the young monk, sparing the hall and coming to a boiler room.

The young monk led Xiao Fan and the others to climb out of the window of the boiler room, and then walked around in the courtyard to a guest hall.

"Just wait here, you luck is good, the abbot has received nineteen pilgrims today, and you happen to be the last one. But only one of you can go in, that's the rule of the abbot. The young monk said to Xiao Fan and the others.

Xiao Fan bowed slightly: "I'm tired of the little master." ”

After the young monk finished speaking, he turned and left.

"Master Xiao, you can go in later, I'll wait for you outside. Night Fox said.

Xiao Fan nodded. After a while, a pilgrim came out of it.

There was also a monk with him, and after the monk came out, he said to Xiao Fan:

"Donor, please come with me. ”

Xiao Fan followed him and came to a courtyard, which was very empty, and there was not even a stool except for some flowers and plants.

There are two futons on the ground, and on one of them sits an old monk wearing a monk's robe.

The old monk looked very old, his skin was full of folds, and his face was covered with age spots.

Xiao Fan came to another futon and sat down cross-legged, and said:

"Master!"

The old monk's eyes were half-narrowed and half-closed, nodded slightly, and asked:

"What does the donor want to ask?"

"I would like to ask the master about a person who is also one of your Buddhists. Xiao Fan said.

"Donor, please. The old monk's tone was flat, as if nothing in the world could make him make a wave.

"Twenty years ago, this person's Dharma name was Miaofa, I wonder if the master has ever heard of him?"

When the old monk heard the name Miaofa, his body trembled slightly, and the corners of his eyes twitched, but he quickly calmed down.

Although this action is very subtle, it can't escape Xiao Fan's eyes.

"It seems that I have come to the right place today!" Xiao Fan was secretly happy in his heart.

But he didn't want the old monk to shake his head and said, "I'm sorry, the poor monk has never heard of this person." ”

Xiao Fan was not in a hurry, and sneered: "Master, there is a rule in Buddhism, tell the monks not to speak, you are a high-ranking monk, can't you even do the most basic Buddhist rules?"

The old monk was not a little anxious, nor was he a little flustered, and still said calmly:

"The poor monk didn't say anything, it's the donor who thinks too much. ”

"Since that's the case, then I won't disturb Master Qingxiu. Xiao Fan stood up and prepared to leave.

He could see that the old monk knew about the Miaofa, but he didn't know why he just wouldn't tell him.

For a monk like an old monk, Xiao Fan couldn't force him to ask anything, and it was impossible to kill him, so Xiao Fan didn't want to ask any more.

"Donor, slow down!" the old monk suddenly exclaimed.

"Master, is there anything else?" Xiao Fan said lightly.

The old monk took out a piece of jade pendant from his arms, this jade pendant was full of jasper, the shape was very strange, it was an oval, like the shape of a leaf.

Only a simple circle pattern was carved on it, and no other patterns were carved.

At first glance, this jade pendant is a bit like a human eye, and the circle on the jade pendant is like a human eyeball.

Xiao Fan frowned, puzzled.

The old monk said calmly:

"The pilgrims who come to see me have a process, and they must touch this jade pendant. Donor, please!"

Xiao Fan saw that the old monk was behaving strangely, and although he didn't understand why everyone who came to see him had to touch this piece of jade pendant, he still did it.

After touching it, he withdrew his palm, who knew that the moment he withdrew his palm, the jade pendant emitted a faint turquoise light.

"What's going on?" Xiao Fan was slightly surprised.

When the old monk saw this scene, he couldn't stop trembling, and he completely lost the appearance of a calm monk just now.