"Death Temple!" Ruotong stood in front of the small temple gate, looking at the plaque and reading it out word by word, "Grandpa, this name is so strange!" Ruotong said to the old man beside him. "Well, it's rare to be named after a dead life!" the old man touched his chin and nodded.

"Knock knock!" Ruotong patted the two of them under the door, but he didn't think that the gate was directly pushed open a crack. "Is there no one?" Ruotong gently pushed open the door and followed the old man inside. The courtyard of the small temple is not big, there is a big incense burner in the middle, facing the Buddha hall, and the left and right sides are the houses of the residents, Ruotong and the old man walked to the middle of the courtyard, and they did not see a person.

"It's not like a ruined temple!" the old man glanced at the incense that was still burning in the incense burner, obviously it had just been inserted for a short time, but where had the person gone?' "Is there anyone?" Ruotong saw that there was no one, so he shouted loudly.

"Donor, the little monk is here!" At this time, a voice came, and a little novice about the same age as Ruotong came in from outside the gate, carrying two buckets of water. "Little master, we are passing by here and want to come to your temple to put a pillar of incense!" At this time, the old man politely said to the little novice who came back.

"Amitabha! I'll come when I go!" the little novice saluted the old man and hurriedly carried two buckets of water into the room beside him. "This little monk, he doesn't talk much, but he is pretending!" Ruotong said at this time. "Don't be rude!" the old man whispered to Ruotong.

At this time, the little novice who had already put the water in front of Ruotong and the old man, clasped his hands together and said, "The two donors, please wait here!" After speaking, he trotted into the Buddhist hall and took the sandalwood and handed it to the old man and Ruotong.

"Hehe~" Ruotong couldn't help laughing when he looked at Xiao Shami's frightened appearance, Xiao Shami glanced up at Ruotong and then lowered his head, muttering in his mouth: "Sin, sin!" "Ruotong, don't mess around!" The old man saw all this in his eyes and scolded lightly.

"Oh!" Ruo Tong obediently agreed, burned incense with the old man and solemnly inserted it into the incense burner. "Little master, may I ask the rest of your temple!" After the incense, the old man turned back to ask the little novice. "Oh!" the little novice came back to his senses and said, "There is only me and the two masters in the temple, and there is no one else!" "Little monk, is it because your temple is too small, and everyone has run away!" Ruo Tong said with a smile as he looked at the little novice. "This~~" Xiao Shami didn't dare to look at Ruotong, and he didn't know what to say.

"Little donor, don't be embarrassed!" At this time, an old monk came out of the Buddhist hall, dressed plainly, holding a wooden fish in his hand. "Master!" the little novice saluted to the old monk.

"Don't blame the master, the child is not sensible, and it is inappropriate to speak!" said the old man to the old monk. "The little donor is straightforward, not only do I have no intention of blaming, but also a heart of appreciation!" the old monk looked at Ruotong with a smile and said. Ruotong was happy in her heart, and said to the old monk with a smile: "I've seen the master!"

"Hehe!" the old monk smiled and said: "Lao Qu this temple is located in a remote area, few outsiders come, today the distinguished guests come to the door, and the hospitality is not thoughtful, forgive me!" "Don't dare, don't dare!" The old man hurriedly said: "What a disturbance!" "Don't be dusty, go and prepare tea for your guests!" The old monk said to the little novice. "Yes, master!" Buchen hurriedly ran into the Buddhist hall.

"Two donors, please come in!" Since the old monk invited him to enter the Buddhist hall, the old man naturally had no reason to refuse, so he entered the Buddhist hall with Ruotong. There are some simple tables and chairs in the Buddha hall, and a Buddha statue is enshrined, and the fragrance in front of the Buddha statue fills the entire Buddha hall.

"The two donors are not from the Western Regions!" said the old monk. "Master Wisdom, my granddaughter and I are from the Southern Wilderness, and we were about to pass through here to go back, and we happened to meet your temple and came to worship!" the old man said. "Master, you see that the incense burner is broken, why don't you fix it!" Ruo Tong's eyes were sharp, and he saw that the incense burner in the Buddha Hall had cracked, so he asked curiously. "Oh, is the incense burner broken?" said the old monk. "There really is a crack!" Ruotong pointed to the incense burner and asked his grandfather to see it.

"The crack is just a appearance, no matter how big the crack is, the incense burner is there, it is not broken!" said the old monk. After listening to the old monk's words, there seemed to be a strange light in the old man's eyes. "Oh, that's it!" Ruotong nodded, as if he understood. "The little benefactor is a man of great wisdom!" The old monk praised Ruotong, but Ruotong was a little embarrassed.

"Two donors, the tea is here!" Xiao Shami handed the tea to Ruotong and the old man, and stood aside. At this time, the old monk said to the old man, "I don't know if I want to go back with the little donor after this cup of tea?" The old man didn't know why the old monk asked like this, so he could only nod and say yes. "The donor's trip to the Western Regions has not been completed, do you want to go back like this?" The old monk's words shocked the old man's heart, and before he could say anything, the old monk continued to speak: "Today, the old man counted that there was a distinguished guest coming, but he didn't expect that the little donor had a fate with our temple, since the two of you came here in the dark, it means that God will do so!" "Please make it clear to the master!" The old man put the tea and bowed and said.

"No dust!" said the old monk. "Master!" Buchen walked over. "You put your hand on the top of the little benefactor's head, and you will be lucky!" After the old monk finished speaking, Buchen looked surprised, and the old man also looked surprised, but there was also a hint of expectation in it. "Master, I~" Buchen wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak. "Don't mess around, keep your heart!" said the old monk. "Yes, master!" Buchen walked in front of Ruotong under Ruotong's puzzled gaze, and at this time, Buchen's nose had already smelled Ruotong's unique girlish breath, and his heart couldn't help but beat faster.

Taking a deep breath, Buchen closed his eyes, put his hand on the top of Ruotong's head, and concentrated on using the qi in his body. Slowly, the hand that was placed on top of Ruotong's head was glowing, and some golden light slowly sprinkled on Ruotong's body. "What is this?" The old man's eyes showed a look of surprise, he had never felt the slightest breath of being a cultivator on his body, but the facts in front of him told him that this little novice was not an ordinary person.

"It's so comfortable!" This is what Ruotong feels at this time, her body is very warm, and her body seems to have been shackled by something. The time did not last long, Buchen's hand returned to normal, and his face was slightly red and retreated behind the master.

"Grandpa, I feel so comfortable now!" Ruotong said happily to the old man. The old man grabbed Ruotong's wrist and was surprised to find that Ruotong's pulse was much better than usual at this time. "Please save my granddaughter, master!" The old man was about to kneel, but he was helped by the old monk, and he didn't even feel how the old man came to him.

"The little donor can come here, it is her fate with my temple, and it is not me who can save the little donor, but Buchen!" After the old monk finished speaking, the old man and Ruotong looked at Buchen together, just the performance of Buchen, the old man saw in his eyes, this little novice is not simple, Ruotong is curious about how this little monk who is about the same size as himself can cure his own disease. was stared at by two people at the same time, and Buchen lowered his head a little embarrassed.

"Buchen, you go down first!" The old monk let Buchen retreat, and then said to the old man and Ruotong: "Buchen, this child is practicing a nameless Buddhist scripture in our temple, this Buddha has experienced several generations but no one can practice, and Buchen is the only person who can practice this Buddhist scripture now, I knew that she was sick when I saw the little benefactor, so let Buchen give it a try, it is really feasible!" But there is a problem that Buchen's current cultivation time is still short, and he can't cure the little donor at one time, but it takes a while, and I don't know if the two of you can live some days in the temple!"

"No problem!" the old man agreed directly, as long as he could cure Ruotong, he could do anything. "But?" the old man suddenly said with a sad face: "Ruotong is a girl after all, will it be inconvenient for the master to live in your temple!" "Hehe!" The old monk smiled and said: "I am a Buddhist person, I only know how to help people, the little donor can live in a partial house, and the old man can live in the backyard, you can rest assured!"

"Then trouble the master!" said the old man. "Thank you, Master!" Ruotong also spoke, knowing that there was hope for her illness. "Amitabha!" the old monk folded his hands and closed his eyes.