Yu Xiaoling roared and took the carriage up the mountain. It's just that at the foot of the mountain, there is no road carriage to go, but she doesn't care, takes her skirt, and climbs up the mountain.

When they arrived at the mountain, as the old woman said, the people who were waiting in line to see the monks had already left the courtyard gate.

Yu Xiaoling sneered in his heart, looked up at the temple, and saw that there were people in twos and threes, who had received the mantra of the monk, and walked out happily or sadly.

Yu Xiaoling grabbed one, happily, and asked: "The eldest sister has seen a monk, who is the monk, what is the Dharma name, can it be seen accurately?"

This eldest sister is less than thirty years old, and she is overjoyed for a long time, and at first glance she is criticized for her happy life.

When she saw Yu Xiaoling come to ask, she didn't feel bored at all, and hurriedly said earnestly: "Accurate, accurate, why not? The senior monk is from the capital, and he is the Qingtan Master of the capital!

Do you know about Tanzhe Temple? Not only does she know that she has been living there for a hundred years!

Yu Xiaoling naturally wouldn't say this to him, but Yu Xiaoling's eyes rolled, and he asked the woman, "Eldest sister, can you see the appearance of the monk?

What did the Buddha look like, thick earlobes, thick lips, and a thick chin?

When the woman heard this, she burst out laughing: "Where does it look like that?" But I only looked at it, and I didn't dare to look at it again. ”

When the woman said this, she smiled: "Although the monk's magic power is boundless, his appearance is not much different from that of us. If you say something that shouldn't be said, if a monk walks down the street with his hair grown, I won't recognize it!"

When Yu Xiaoling heard her say this, her heart sank to the bottom, and she became more and more convinced that this person was not Qingtan's idea at all.

Qingtan is so magnanimous, what a look, even if the hair is continued, it will not be mixed in the crowd and cannot be seen, but it is more extraordinary, which makes people forget the vulgar!

Yu Xiaoling snorted twice in her heart, said goodbye to the woman, didn't line up, and went to the temple with her feet raised.

Wen Xing was timid and cautious, seeing so many people, she persuaded Yu Xiaoling on the side: "Madam, there are so many people here, let's go back, don't mix, most of these countrymen are vulgar, when the time comes, it will not be good if there are too many people and hurt Madame!"

Yu Xiaoling didn't care what she said at all, waved her hand, and walked forward.

The small temple on this hill, that is, a courtyard so big, the main house is for the Buddha, and the side rooms on both sides are for the Bodhisattva, but the Zen room on the north side is empty, and the so-called high monk is sitting in the meditation room, unsigning for people, looking at the past and present life.

The people queuing up in the courtyard were probably closer to the monks, and they didn't dare to talk nonsense, but they were silent one by one, and their hands folded and whispered Buddha.

Yu Xiaoling saw that this was right, so he ran lightly to the side of the people in line, wanting to stay at the door and look inside.

But the door of the meditation room was closed, and she couldn't see the situation inside, and she waited for a while before she heard the sound of sparse getting up and rubbing her clothes inside, and then the door creaked open with a creak.

Yu Xiaoling hurriedly took the opportunity to stretch out his head to look, and saw a person sitting at the table wearing a monk's robe.

At a glance, she recognized this person, it was not Qingtan at all.

This person's appearance is really very ordinary, and he looks more than forty years old, and there is indeed a cinnabar mole in the corner of his right eye, but at the tip of Xiaoling's eyes, he found that the location of the mole was not right at all, and at first glance, he lit it himself.

What's even more ridiculous is that this person's right eye is still closed, and only his left eye is open to look at people. Dare to pretend to Qingtan like this, isn't he stigmatizing Qingtan?

The person in front of him untied the sign-out, and someone in the back wanted to go in, but Yu Xiaoling suddenly took a step back, pretending not to see the monk, and then laughed loudly twice, and said loudly: "I actually met Master Qingtan here, it seems that I really have some Buddha relationship with the Master!"

She said this aloud, and everyone looked at her face in surprise, but she didn't care at all, and took a step directly and went to this meditation room.

Now the people in the back line saw that they were acquaintances of senior monks, so it was difficult to say anything. But Yu Xiaoling had just taken two steps, and when he arrived at the door of the meditation room, his eyes fell on the thief monk who was imposting Qingtan, so he gasped, looked surprised, pointed at the monk, and was speechless.

Naturally, others couldn't understand her posture, and they stared at her with all kinds of doubts.

The monk in the meditation room was naturally also attracted to turn his head by her shout. The monk frowned, but before he could say anything, Yu Xiaoling suddenly pointed at him and asked solemnly, "Which Qingtan Master are you?!"

He asked like this, but the monk didn't have time to answer, but the village women who came to offer incense hurriedly answered for him: "Self, Master Qingtan of Tanzhe Temple in the capital!"

Yu Xiaoling was silent, only staring at the monk.

The monk raised his eyes and looked at him carefully, and saw that everyone else was slashing at him, bowed his head and recited the Buddha, and said: "The poor monk's name is Qingtan, and he lives in the temple of Tan Zhe for a long time. ”

However, after he finished speaking, Yu Xiaoling laughed, and then snorted coldly, and said word by word: "You are not Master Qingtan at all!"

As soon as these words fell, the whole courtyard was silent, but after this silence, the whole courtyard boiled.

Some people muttered and talked in whispers, but more people pointed at Yu Xiaoling and said, "Where are you from? How dare you say that the Dharma Master is a fake?

Someone shouted this, and the monk in the room laughed very disdainfully, but he didn't say anything, but Xiao Ling was provoked by his laughter, and he couldn't help but be angry.

She didn't care what others asked her, she just pointed at the monk and asked in a righteous voice: "I asked where you came from? Why are you pretending to be Master Qingtan? I am in the capital, but I have seen Master Qingtan! The Master is highly respected, and he will not be like you, open one eye, close one eye, pretend to be a ghost, and confuse the people!"

Her serious remarks made many people who had just accused her quiet for a while, and then, a twelve or thirteen-year-old little novice suddenly ran out of nowhere, stood in front of Yu Xiaoling, looked up at her with a serious face, and said coldly: "This female donor, the mage is the mage, is it still someone else? The female donor is going to talk nonsense, let's leave quickly!"

After he finished speaking, he put on a gesture of invitation, and even if he wanted to get Yu Xiaoling out, at the same time, some women in the village stood up and spoke for the so-called Qingtan Master, and wanted to drive Yu Xiaoling, an uninvited guest, away.

"The mage's mana is boundless, he can measure people's past and present lives, where are you a little daughter-in-law, but who gave you what money?

Many women in the village stood up and glared at Yu Xiaoling.