The two came to a ring stall, Wang Yin looked at some small handicrafts, and several bear children were gesturing with the rings in their hands.

"Brother Yin, let's play this." Cheng Lingxue said happily.

"Don't you usually see it? Your hobbies are really extensive.,You can have fun with anything.。。。 Wang Yin complained.

"Here you go." Cheng Lingxue bought the circle and handed it to Wang Yin, and then took out one and began to gesture.

It's just that she is muttering in her heart: I'm not having fun because I have you next to me...

Cheng Lingxue lost the lap ten times, but only got a gadget, and immediately pouted and looked unhappy, and reached out and stabbed Wang Yin: "It's your turn, Brother Yin, come on, try to get the biggest one"

Wang Yin touched his nose and said: It's not easy for people to have a small business, so don't fool people...

Immediately, Wang Yin deliberately threw the circle crookedly, and finally only got a small wooden doll, Wang Yin took it in his hand and looked at it: Tsk, there is ugly enough...

Along the way, Cheng Lingxue had to go up and play whatever fun she saw, and Wang Yin had to play with her. In this way, the two of them walked around and played, and slowly came to a temple.

The people coming and going in front of the temple seemed to be very popular, but there were many poor people among the pilgrims in addition to the rich, which surprised Wang Yin.

"Brother Yin, let's go to the pillar incense." Cheng Lingxue said in her mouth, and she had already taken steps to pull Wang Yin towards the temple.

The temple doesn't look so far away, it is estimated that it hasn't been built for a long time, and there are some trees in the courtyard that Wang Yin can't name, but they are all bare at the moment. From time to time, a few sad-faced pilgrims entered a large hall, and after a short time they came out with a smile on their faces.

Cheng Lingxue pulled Wang Yin to a large hall, walked straight to the bucket, held the bucket with both hands, knelt on the futon and begged for the lot.

Wang Yin naturally had no interest in asking for a signature, but seeing that Cheng Lingxue liked it, he didn't bother her, and looked around beside him.

Next to him, a middle-aged monk in his forties was sitting at a table in a robe, untying a sign for a pilgrim, jumping out of his mouth with professional terms, looking unfathomable, while the pilgrim was fascinated by the listen, nodding from time to time, with an excited look.

Seeing this, Wang Yin walked over curiously, wanting to hear what the monk had fooled, or to discuss with him, and upgrade his fooling skills...

"Amitabha, the donor has come to ask for a hexagram?" The monk asked with a Buddha call at Wang Yin.

"That's right." Wang Yin said with a smile: "I hope the master will help me solve my doubts." ”

"If the donor doesn't ask for a signature, how can he ask for a hexagram." The monk looked at Wang Yin and said lightly.

"The master's words are wrong." Wang Yin shook his head: "All beings are equal in front of the Buddha, and there is a sign in his heart, so why stick to the form?" ”

When the monk heard this, he almost slapped the table and scolded his mother: Made! You're here to smash the field, aren't you?!

Fortunately, at this time, Cheng Lingxue came over with the begging sign and relieved the monk.

"Brother Yin, don't mess around with Buddhism." Cheng Lingxue whispered to Wang Yin, and then respectfully presented the begging sign with both hands: "Master Lao Fu will help me untie the sign." ”

"I wonder what the donor wants to ask?" The monk glanced at the signed words, looked at Cheng Lingxue and asked.

Hearing the monk ask like this, Cheng Lingxue's face turned red, and then she pushed Wang Yin: "Brother Yin, you go out first... ”

Seeing this, Wang Yin shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the outside of the hall.

"Master, I want to ask about marriage... After seeing Wang Yin leave, Cheng Lingxue said with a red face.

Wang Yin walked around the neighborhood when he had nothing to do, and when he saw someone in the hall next to him offering incense, he walked over curiously.

Wang Yin stood outside the hall and looked in, only to see a pilgrim dressed as obviously a poor person kneeling on the futon and bowing to the Buddha statue devoutly, saying words like 'pray for the blessing of the Buddha', after worshipping the Buddha, he stood up and walked to a box next to him, carefully took out a dirty purse, and put all the money in it.

Wang Yin frowned when he saw this, but he didn't stop him.

"Brother Yin." At this time, Cheng Lingxue walked over with a happy face, patted him and said, "I'll go to the main hall over there to worship the Buddha, and you wait for me here for a while." ”

Wang Yin looked in the direction she pointed, and saw that it was a large hall that was obviously a few sizes smaller, and there was not even a sign on it.

"Okay, there you go." Wang Yin saw that his interest was so high, and he couldn't disturb her, so he let her go.

Looking at the vigorous incense in the temple, people came and went, and then remembered what Yuan Tiangang had said before, Wang Yin couldn't help frowning: Whether it is the influence of "Journey to the West" is not clear now, but it seems that Buddhism seems to be a little too popular in the Tang Dynasty...

At that moment, a woman with a child came out of the diagonal hall, and when she met someone, she said, "What a spirit! The master is so effective! ”

"This aunt, what is the matter with the master's miracle you just mentioned?" Seeing this, Wang Yin walked over and asked curiously.

"Xiao Langjun, don't you know, my little tiger didn't know what disease he had before, he was unconscious all the time, and he couldn't be cured by many doctors." The aunt said excitedly: "Later, I heard that the master in this temple is very effective, so I came with the idea of trying it out, and as a result, the master recited the scriptures and did the practice, and my little tiger woke up!" ”

Wang Yin frowned when he heard this: Why does it sound so much like the usual path used by charlatans...

Immediately, Wang Yin looked at the little boy named Xiaohu, and saw that he was sickly pale, standing there, his legs were a little weak, and his lips were slightly purple, which felt more like a symptom of poisoning.

After the aunt finished speaking, she left with the child, and Wang Yin looked at the temple again, feeling that the monks here were afraid that they were not so serious...

After Wang Yin waited in place for a while, he found that Cheng Lingxue hadn't come out yet, so he immediately frowned: It won't take so long to worship a Buddha, right?

Thinking of this, Wang Yin walked towards the hall that Cheng Lingxue had entered just now, and when he pushed the door open, he found that the hall was empty, where was Cheng Lingxue's shadow?

"Ling Xue? Ling Xue?! Wang Yin shouted two sentences at the top of his voice, but did not get a reply from Cheng Lingxue.

"That's not right!" Wang Yin's heart immediately burst out.

"Amitabha." At this time, a little monk walked in from outside: "Donor, Buddhism, please don't make a loud noise." ”