Jin Yuan's figure appeared behind the tree, his lips moved, and he spit out two words, "Break!"

Shangguan Qianyu asked, "What's broken?"

Jin Yuan shook his head and stopped talking. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Shangguan Qianyu couldn't help but laugh even when he was so depressed, facing Jin Yuan who was like a stuffy gourd, this Jin Yuan, he didn't say a word for ten days.

He also often asks some questions, Jin Yuan is silent, saying a word at this moment, although he has no head and no brain, it may not mean anything, it is already rare, I don't know if his mouth will stink.

Being interrupted by the word Jin Yuan eliminated a lot of irritability in his heart, and he no longer dwelled on this issue, anyway, he would not give it to him.

Yan Qingrui climbed the stairs, the rules of the Bodhi Temple are very large, it is said that when the altar is not opened, those who dare to go to the Bodhi Temple must be the people who have no fate, so although those individuals want to get a signature, they are only stopped in the middle of the mountainside.

Halfway up the mountain, there are not only some other courtyards donated by dignitaries, but also partial courtyards in the temple, which are for some pilgrims to live in.

Yan Qingrui actually went up the mountain, and the people she met on the way looked at her with strange eyes, as if they thought she was stupid enough.

Although those who stay on the mountainside may not necessarily be destined for people, but those who go up the mountain must be people who are not destined for it, this is a concept formed in their hearts, and it is also the unwritten rule of Bodhi Temple over the years.

Yan Qingrui didn't know, she was still curious, looking down the mountain, halfway up the mountain, the mountain was prosperous, and the mountain was quiet, as if there were two worlds.

She had been to the Bodhi Temple that night, and she was familiar with it at the moment.

The majestic Daxiong Treasure Hall, the solemn Bodhisattva Golden Appearance, the monks walking calmly and peacefully, those monks are either wearing gray clothes, or wearing yellow clothes, or sprinkling the courtyard, or in the afternoon class, in order.

The Sanskrit sound occasionally sounds, and the cigarette smoke lingers everywhere, lining the Bodhisattva Buddha statue more and more as if at the end of the clouds, making people look up and look up in their hearts.

Yan Qingrui originally had no purpose, and walked leisurely. At this moment, with the heart of sightseeing, in this quiet and tranquil place, enjoy this magnificent temple.

When she walked to the right side hall, a shiny bald head easily appeared behind a Buddha statue.

Zhen Zidemon held the wooden fish in his left hand and a small hammer in his right hand, knocked it four or five times, and said, "Hey, beauty, why did you come here?

Yan Qingrui was speechless, why is this situation so weird? A bald-headed monk is knocking with a wooden fish, but he doesn't look like a monk, but he looks like a street ruffian, hanging a child, I don't know if the Buddha has a spirit, will he throw this fake monk out.

Zhen Zidemon said: "Where's your dumb qin?"

Yan Qingrui said: "I didn't bring it out in the other courtyard, I will take it and return it to you tomorrow!"

Zhen Zidemon shook his head and said with a smile: "That's your dumb piano!"

Yan Qingrui: "Your dumb piano." ”

Zhen Zidemon shook his head: "No, no, no, it's your dumb piano!"

Yan Qingrui: "......"

This monk is really crazy, isn't it fun?

As soon as Zhen Zidemon put the wooden fish and turned over, he jumped over the shoulder of the Bodhisattva and landed in front of Yan Qingrui, he circled around Yan Qingrui, sniffed the air suddenly, and said, "What a big sour smell!"

Yan Qingrui frowned: "What nonsense?" "Sour taste, she only has aroma on her body, where is the sour taste?"