He came to the Temple of Great Mercy and Grace four times, and each time he saw the beggar sitting at the door and drawing. He observed it four times, and all he saw were bananas. So every time he came, he would bring a banana.

The other party never eats in front of him, only when he leaves. Every time he came out of the temple, all that was left on the ground was a banana peel. And then he looked again, and he was drawing a monkey.

When you enter the gate, you will see one hundred and eight steps, the length of the steps is twenty meters, and many people are walking up.

Many people don't understand why they have to walk this one hundred and eight steps when they are just worshipping. The cost of the temple is originally supported by incense, who else wants to come down this one hundred and eight steps?

Although Li Qinglian is lagging behind, he is still catching up with the people in front of him when he is young. Along the way, he saw many scenes that he had never seen before, a big man who was rich and wealthy, who did not have to worry about food and clothing, was tired after walking less than halfway, while in contrast, the poor old man who was over the age of sixteen insisted until the end.

No one is going to cheat here, and it's useless to be rich and powerful. This road has been walked by the empress, walked by the prime minister, and walked by the sword immortal......

Just one hundred and eight steps, this may be the most equal road in Da Zhou.

After walking this road, he was exhausted and out of breath, and looking back, many people had already chosen to give up, and they may not have a next time. There are still people who are holding on, and what supports them is the faith in their hearts, and they will come again tomorrow.

"Donor, Master Xuanzang is already waiting in the inner courtyard!" a little monk walked over.

"Well, please lead the way!"

Under the stunned and envious gazes of everyone, he followed the little monk on another empty road.

The hundred-meter-long bluestone road, the two walked unhurriedly, on one side of the road is the wall of the Buddha hall, and on the other side is the stone wall.

The pine trees outside the wall are more than ten meters high, and half of their bodies extend into the courtyard. Two squirrels chased after each other on the wall, and when they heard the movement, they quickly burrowed into the pine trees.

It wasn't until the two of them were far away that they came out and continued to chase after them.

"Master Xuanzang has been in good health recently?"

"Since the arrival of the donor, the master's health has been getting better and better, and he actually ate two bowls of porridge in the morning!" said the little monk with an excited face.

Walking out of the bluestone road, there is a lotus pond in front of you, the lotus flowers have opened at this moment in the summer heat, the white and red lotus flowers are like the face of a girl, which makes people feel happy at a glance.

"The master is in the pavilion, and the little monk will retire first!" he turned to leave.

Li Qinglian walked to the edge of the pond, only to see that in the small pavilion in the middle of the pond, an old monk was sitting there with his eyes closed and chanting.

There is no road here, and the kiosk is reasonably located there by the pond.

He stepped on the lotus flower, and the amazing thing was that the man did not sink, and the water only swayed slightly.

Immediately after that, he took another step and walked forward one lotus step at a time, until he came to the small pavilion.

When he stepped into the small pavilion, the old monk opened his eyes, looked at him and smiled kindly, "Here, donor!"

In an inn in Xicheng, more than a dozen tables were filled, some tables were full of food, and some tables were filled with a pot of tea. But no matter what, everyone's eyes were not on the table, but on the storyteller on the high platform in the middle.

"It is said that this thief is very sacred, he is as cold as snow in white clothes, and his appearance is better than that of heaven. His light skills are invincible in the world, and he only fights for money, and never hurts people's lives........."

At the table in the corner, two men were drinking, looking drowsy, but their eyes were fixed on the storyteller.

"It is said that the thief was chased by the fast knife Jin San, and he was about to escape from it, when suddenly a child came out of the house, and the thief did not hesitate to turn around to save the child, but the Jin San took the opportunity to stab the child. Then ......"

"And then what happened?" the audience asked eagerly.

I saw the young storyteller pick up the waking wood and pat the table, and said, "I want to hear what happens next, and listen to the next decomposition!"

"What's that, that's it?"

"I'm just listening!"

"Lao Tzu spends money, this ...... Isn't that appetizing!"

“.........”

No matter how much the crowd cursed, the man remained unmoved, and left the inn after cleaning up.

Nothing was desired, and people left the inn one after another, and soon there were not many people left in the overcrowded inn.

"It's over today, let's come back tomorrow!"

"There's no way, it's only tomorrow!"

The storyteller, who left the inn, came out into the street, and with the money he earned, he bought a large bag of steamed buns and buns in his baggage, and then went into the alley.

After a journey, he came to the gate of a compound. There are not many people here, and there are not many people on the road as far as the eye can see.

The storyteller knocked on the door, and after a while, a childish voice came from inside the door, "Is it to ask Brother Ye?"

"Well, it's me!"

"Ahh

Soon the door opened, and a little girl appeared in front of her. Seeing the storyteller, the little girl excitedly rushed forward to hug him, rubbing her head against the other party's clothes.

"Brother Qianye, Xiaoyou misses you so much!"

"I want to eat steamed buns!" the storyteller pinched the little girl's face, causing her to blush and refuse to let go of him.

The storyteller rubbed the little girl's head helplessly, "Okay, okay, let's go in quickly, my brothers and sisters are still waiting!"

"Hmm!" the little girl instantly compromised at the mention of her younger siblings.

The two walked in, and just as they were about to close the door, a hand reached in from the outside, and they pressed the door down.

"Don't worry, I haven't come in yet!"

A low voice sounded, so frightened that the storyteller dragged the little girl to the house, but just as he was about to enter the house, suddenly a person jumped down from the beam of the house, blocking the way of the two.

Tong!

The young storyteller fell to the ground in fright.

"Bad guy, bully Brother Wenye, I'll beat you!" The little girl rushed to Di Renjie and beat her with her delicate fist, so frightened that Chen Wen also hurriedly stepped forward to hold the little girl in his arms, with his back to Di Renjie.

"Something is coming at me, it has nothing to do with the child!"

"Brother.........

Listening to the little girl's cry, Li Xin at the door walked over, "Ahh ”

He looked at Di Renjie with complaining eyes, but was rebuffed by the other party's cold gaze. He had no choice but to come to the storyteller and the little girl, touched the little girl's head with the book and said gently: "Don't be afraid, we are not bad people, that guy is Dali Temple, specializing in catching bad people...... Oops, bite me, loosen up, loosen up......"

As he was talking, the girl suddenly stretched out her head, opened her mouth wide and bit his arm, no matter how much he shook it, it was useless for the little girl to bite harder and harder.

"Dali Temple - Di Renjie!"

Hearing the words 'Dali Temple', Chen Wen couldn't help but exclaim.