Walking over and taking a closer look, the incense candle in Luo Li's hand is quite thick and big, I have seen it from the place where the incense candles were sold just now, this coarse incense candle should not be the cheapest, at least 800 yuan grade. I thought to myself that this Luo Li really didn't listen to persuasion, but I thought it was too early to conclude that the crooked old mother had no effect, maybe people are true gods and true miracles, let her go, sometimes people worship Buddha just to ask for peace of mind.

The three of us agreed to walk separately, and finally met at the gate of the inner courtyard, and called if we couldn't find it. I wandered around in the temple, there is a side hall with fewer people, it seems to be a storage of items, the old mother temple is almost everywhere people, it is rare to have such a quiet place, so I walked to see. Two monks chatted in the side hall, holding the base of the Buddha statue in their hands, talking and laughing. I passed by the door, and I smelled a cigarette, very strange, where did this come from? I quietly looked into the side hall, and found that one of the two monks was actually smoking!

At first, I thought I was wrong, but I dared to probe half a meter more, but this time I could see clearly, the monk was smoking, and the other monk was holding a can in his hand and drinking, printed with a green pattern, very familiar. At first I thought it was Sprite, but Mahayana Buddhism doesn't stipulate that monks can't drink drinks unless they have meat in them, but basically they don't. But I always felt that the pattern of the can was both Sprite and beer. My curiosity came up again, and to verify it, I strode into the side hall and walked towards the two monks.

The monk who was drinking the can had his back to me, and the one who was smoking was only half of his body exposed to me. Immediately seeing me come in, the monk quickly put his hand behind his back and said to me, "Hey, you can't go in here!" I pretended to ask where to sell incense and candles, and the monk with the can in his hand hurriedly turned around and stopped the can with his body, a little stunned. Before, the monk said that from here, turn right and turn the third hall, let me go quickly, the temple door will be closed soon.

I thanked and walked out, just two or three seconds have been clearly seen, the monk is not Sprite but snowflake dry beer, there are two in my refrigerator, so I am very familiar. What kind of monk is this? One smokes and the other drinks beer, good fellow, just a roast chicken. When I went to the gate of the inner courtyard to meet Luo Li and them, I told what I had just seen, and Luo Li was shocked: "Really, fake?" I said why did I lie to you, I could see it clearly, and I said what Luo Li had just done about the incense. Mr. Song smiled at Luo Li and said You were fooled, the hundreds of dollars just now must have been thrown in vain, there is such a monk in the temple, and the old mother is probably not a real Bodhisattva.

Luo Li was also a little frustrated, and hatefully scolded those wine and meat monks. In the blink of an eye, at half past four, there were fewer people in the temple, and the people worshipping the Buddha in the inner courtyard basically walked away, and it seemed that they all knew the time when the temple was closed. The two statue-guarding monks in the old mother's cave also walked out of the cave and chatted with other monks. I entered the cave, and the two monks came back, thinking that we were going to offer incense, but when they saw that the three of us had empty hands, they asked us if we had asked for incense, and we said that we had already been invited, and we wanted to say goodbye when we left. The two monks sighed, saying that there were still ten minutes to clear the venue, let us hurry up, and then go away to chat.

We all knelt in front of the statue of the old mother, and I looked left and right to see that no one was paying attention, so I quickly pulled out the spiritual wax necklace from my neck, twisted it out, and put it on the ground in front of the futon. There were only three of us in the cave of Our Lady, and after a few minutes, I felt that the air in the cave was relatively stable, so I lit the spiritual wax and watched the faint blue smoke slowly drift upward. The higher it drifted, the more it skewed halfway, it should still be that the air was not so stable, but it was still roughly a straight line. In the end, it was so high that we couldn't see it clearly, and we looked at each other and already had the answer in our hearts.

Coming out of the Old Mother Temple, discussing this matter along the way, the first thing that can be ruled out is that the statue of the Old Mother in the Old Mother Temple does not have any yin and evil energy, but it does not completely prove that it is useless. Because Kaohsiung said that spiritual wax can only be attracted by yin and evil qi, and it is useless in front of gods and Buddhas. However, judging from the pair of tobacco and alcohol monks I met just now, it is estimated that it is just an ornament.

"But why do so many people say that this crooked old mother is very effective?" Luo Li asked, "Just my colleagues and relatives, there are a few who deliberately go to repay their vows after making their wishes!"

Mr. Song also asked, "Is it all psychological?" I said that one is a psychological effect, and the other is a coincidence. Many things will turn around even if you don't worship the Buddha, but it just so happens that these people go to worship the old mother. Even if only three or five people out of a hundred people are like this, these few people will try their best to tell this matter to many people, and if it is spread to ten, ten or hundred, the diffusion effect may be far greater than that of a hundred.

Luo Li asked, "In other words, the people we see who have an effect are actually only a very few?" I nodded.

Mr. Song took the initiative to help Luo Li buy a train ticket, and on the train back to Shenyang from Jinzhou, although he could not verify whether the crooked old mother was a human or an immortal, Mr. Song still dispelled the idea of hitting the evil spirit, and finally decided to ask for a positive yin card in my hand. After arriving in Shenyang, he had to invite me and Luo Li to dinner, Luo Li didn't say anything, but I resolutely didn't. I know that Mr. Song is very poor, and on this trip to the Old Mother Temple, Mr. Song paid for the round-trip fare and tickets for the three of us, which is nothing to me, and it is already a few days' salary for him.

Maybe I came from a poor person, and I have an indescribable sympathy for Mr. Song. For the roast beef for dinner, Luo Li told Mr. Song a lot about what she and I saw when she and I opened a Buddhist brand shop in Beijing, from Niu Feng, the lead singer of the "Bull Band", to the old businessman on the second floor, from Geng Qiang, who ran a taxi and met a ghost on the highway, to Uncle Qi, who was retributed for killing his child. Mr. Song never closed his mouth when he heard it, and he said, "I...... I used to really don't believe in ghosts, but now that I hear Luo Li, I can't believe it anymore. I believe in Luo Li, she definitely can't lie to me!"

"Who rarely lied to you?" Luo Li snorted, "The money he earned from selling Buddha cards will not be shared with me." I smiled and said that I can also divide you, after all, you also contributed to make Mr. Song believe that there are ghosts and gods and retribution in this world.

After the meal, the bill was checked, and the total was less than one hundred and fifteen. Mr. Song said that he had a treat, of course I would not let Mr. Song pay for it, so he said that you took the money to go to the temple, and I invited you to eat, and he took out his wallet as he spoke. Mr. Song hurriedly stopped him, saying that in order to solve his confusion, I accompanied him all the way to Qingyan Temple, and it was so hard that he had to treat him. Seeing that he insisted, I had no choice but to give up, and Mr. Song took out all the banknotes in his wallet, counted them carefully, and finally counted the steel jump, almost emptying the wallet.

"Is there enough money? I was a little embarrassed, Luo Li stabbed me, I quickly took out my wallet, but Mr. Song pushed my hand back again, saying that it was just enough to pay the bill.