Lu Feng's convoy has come to the periphery of the Buddha Gate.

Depending on the height of the station, the Buddha gate seen is also different.

For Mo Guantian, this Buddha Gate is a place of hatred, and there are only two Buddha eagles at the huge gate.

For Lu Feng and others, Buddhism is too majestic, and there is a shock that shocks the soul.

The vermilion city wall does not look vulgar, but like a monk's robe, with a long and tranquil atmosphere.

There is no door to Buddhism!

The so-called gate is only a passage, and there is no clear gate, but the people come and go in an orderly manner, and it is not crowded because of this.

Even if some people don't believe in Buddhism, they still believe in light.

It's a bright world.

"Seek victory from the outside, and seek peace and tranquility from the inside. Lu Feng read silently, this line of words was engraved in the most conspicuous position, and the golden handwriting was like the sun burning, not dazzling, but conspicuous.

"The artistic conception is good, but this word is really ......bad," Lu Feng muttered.

This word is just good-looking, but the person who writes it is definitely not good-looking.

"Rotten words?" Shi Wanwan on the side heard this, and wanted to refute it, but when he thought that this guy had saved his life twice, and it was also Xiaocheng's holy body, he suppressed that impatience.

Because this word was written by the monk outside the door.

At that time, most of the city walls of the Buddhist gate were destroyed, and the things written thousands of years ago were naturally destroyed, so the monks outside the door wrote it again according to the words of their predecessors.

And the magic weapon jade bowl in her hand was also left by the monk outside the door, and over the years, she has only come to this point by understanding the traces on the jade bowl.

Moreover, the words of the monks outside the door are recognized as good characters, and they have a pair of them in their homes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, then take your leave. Lu Feng gave up, and he didn't want to stay with these people.

Shi Wanwan and Zhou Lu thanked each other, but they did not keep them, and the two monks who committed the assassination were imprisoned by them in the last carriage and were to be handed over to the Buddha Gate.

They took the first step, and the convoy slowly entered the Buddha Gate.

Shi Wanwan's demeanor was generous, a little arrogant, and he was slightly distracted in the carriage.

"Miss, are you still thinking about the jade bowl?" Zhou Lu said with a smile.

The jade bowl is very ordinary, but since it was left by a powerhouse in the Disillusionment Realm, it is naturally not ordinary, at least some traces on it are the feelings of the strong.

Over the years, she has also comprehended seventy-seven-eighty-eight.

Now she wants to rely on this jade bowl to form a good relationship in Buddhism, which will also be beneficial to her future practice.

"Now this jade bowl is not very useful to me, I don't mind returning it to the Buddha, I just hope to get the corresponding reward. ”

They came as promised, and came to return the jade bowl.

It's just that her father spent a lot of money to get this jade bowl, of course, she doesn't know much about the master monk behind the jade bowl, that is a taboo in Buddhism, and few people dare to mention it.

The carriage stopped.

They hadn't arrived at their intended accommodation yet, so Shi Wanwan frowned.

"What's going on?"

Zhou Lu lifted the curtain and his expression was a little strange: "Miss, it's a man who blocked our way, saying that he asked us to come down to tell fortunes." ”

"Fortune telling?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this is a Buddhist gate, not a Taoist gate. Shi Wanwan was stunned, but his curiosity was aroused.

Who dares to set up a fortune-telling stall in this holy place of Buddhism, isn't this a slap in the face.

She stepped out of the carriage and glanced at Zhong An with a black face, this person had a righteous brow and a natural sense of justice, which was surprising.

Of course, it was not him who told the fortune, but the Taoist priest behind him.

Zhong An couldn't understand it, but he greeted Shi Wanwan in front of Mo Guantian.

Shi Wanwan looked at Mo Guantian, a little surprised in his heart, such a person dares to tell fortunes here?

"Dao Chief, what's the matter?"

Mo Guantian smiled euphemistically and poured a cup of tea with a few turquoise leaves floating on it.

"Girl, I saw that you had evil spirits in you, so I counted your life, no money, just to get a piece of luck, you see how it is. ”

Shi Wanwan is not entangled, if this is placed outside the mountain, naturally some people do not believe it, but in the mountain, the Daomen is a big force, and the deduction is evidence-based.

"Dao Chief, how do you calculate?"

"Pour this cup of tea on this paper. ”

Shi Wanwan rolled up the cuffs, revealing a white and tender forearm, but there was a vermilion mole on the forearm.

She picked up her tea and gently sprinkled it on the white paper.

The tea was submerged in the white paper, and it turned red, and the traces of the flow faintly formed a "evil" word.

Zhou Lu frowned, and Shi Wanwan was also a little frightened.

The arithmetic of the Daomen is very accurate, and this person dares to set up a stall in the Buddhist Gate, so he naturally has two brushes.

"The girl's name, is it related to the bowl?" Mo Guantian's face was unfathomable.

"How do you know, Daoist?"

"The girl doesn't have to worry, I calculated it and found that the girl had the habit of throwing bowls when she was a child, so she had a bowl in her name. ”

Indeed, my father later came to Buddhism and begged for a jade bowl that could not be broken. ”

Mo Guantian's eyebrows were solemn: "This is the culprit, the so-called bowl and bowl are naturally broken."