Han Feng held the painting in his hand and chatted with the eldest lady all the way, I have to say that Jinhua is really big, it is more tiring to walk around than Hangzhou, the eldest lady seems to have not been in this market for a long time, and she is addicted to this happy environment.

Walking and walking I met a temple, and the eldest lady respectfully threw incense money, and then walked into the temple.

"The eldest lady believes in Buddhism?" Han Feng was a little curious.

"Well, since I started business, I worship at the temple." The eldest lady said with a reverent face, and Han Feng was surprised: "God, if you have incense money, you might as well reward me." ”

"What did the tip do for you?"

"What a bodhisattva can do, so can I." Han Feng said with a smile: "In the future, call me a living bodhisattva." ”

"You don't even know about Ba Yonglou, and you're still showing off your literary talents here."

"Miss, you can't say that, no one is perfect, besides, look at this fake, isn't it just that I saw through it at a glance?"

"Hmph, you can only deceive others with this trick, how can you deceive me." The eldest lady snorted and said, and the two walked into the temple while arguing with each other.

Now it has come to the time of late autumn, the fallen leaves and flowers are yellow, but the temple in front of you is incense and deep, many people come here to worship the Buddha, I heard that the ancient temple here is famous in the land of Suzhou and Hangzhou, worship the Buddha is very effective, many people come to ask for children, ask for wealth, seek luck, no matter when, the incense continues.

This temple is not big, but the eighteenth floor pavilion, the halls and temples are arranged neatly, and it also loses the reputation of the world, but I didn't expect that the ancient temple famous in Suzhou and Hangzhou was so poor and sour, so that Han Feng was interested for a while, but this temple is a little different from what he imagined, the whole temple is hidden outside the downtown area, and it has the feeling of a fairyland on earth.

There is another mountain cliff after the temple, the cliff is carved with a hundred and eight Arhat statues, and there are more than 100 Buddha statues hanging on both sides, the most spectacular thing is that the whole mountain is carved into a big Buddha, these small Buddha stone carvings are all standing on the body of the big Buddha, spectacular and anxious, but Han Feng does not remember that there are such historical monuments in modern society, it seems that it should be destroyed in the war after the Ming Dynasty.

Looking at it now, it is much more spectacular than what Leshan Giant Buddha is!

The eldest lady has always believed in Buddhism, and when she saw such a magnificent Buddha statue, she couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of her heart: "What a magnificent Buddhist temple." ”

Han Feng never believed in any Buddha or Bodhisattva, when he used to coax little girls, he liked to go to the temple to ask for a red rope, tie it to the tree, and write down his good wishes.

Thinking of this, Han Feng sighed, it is still good in ancient times, three wives and four concubines, there is no quarrel, the eldest lady praised from the bottom of her heart at this moment, and Han Feng sighed from the bottom of her heart.

The eldest lady became interested: "Han Feng, let's go in and worship the Buddha." ”

"The incense money has been paid, so naturally you have to worship, otherwise the money will be spent in vain?" Han Feng saw that the eldest lady was rarely interested, so he replied with a smile.

The eldest lady glanced at Han Feng, this guy is starting to be serious again, he is so unreligious in front of the Buddha, such a guy will definitely be retributed, so he reminded in a low voice: "Han Er, don't giggle in front of the Buddha." ”

Han Feng didn't think so, to be honest, he never believed in these things, in the new era, when he reached the bull ghost snake god, where did these messy things come from, he shook his head helplessly, and said to the eldest lady: "Miss, everyone has their own beliefs, this can't be forced, you go in and worship, I won't go, I'll just wander around the door." ”

The eldest lady shook her head, this stubborn guy, simply ignored him, and walked into the pavilion by himself, Han Feng stood alone and walked outside, in fact, the little Jiujiu in Han Feng's heart just wanted to see if there was any lonely female benefactor here, if there was, you might as well talk to her about Buddhist scriptures.

"This female benefactor, I see that your peach blossom luck is overflowing, poor Dao, ah no, the poor monk will help you calculate a hexagram." Han Feng stood under the big tree and said with a smile at the oncoming female benefactor.

When those female donors saw Han Feng's appearance, they were all secretly happy, but no one stepped forward to pay attention to her.

The fortune-telling booth couldn't be set up, Han Feng held back his anger, he knew that he should mention a bald head or something, otherwise pretending to be a Buddha is not like a Buddha, pretending to be a monk is not like a monk, and ruining his Spring and Autumn Plan!

The eldest lady hasn't come out after going in for so long, won't this little girl worship one by one one with eight Arhats, seventy-two Buddhas, and Guanyin Bodhisattva from the South China Sea? Then she didn't pay the incense money unjustly, she went back to the original directly, Han Feng yawned at a discount, and it seems that it will not work to tease the female benefactor here at this moment.

So Han Feng walked out of the temple and stretched.

"This little brother, can you come forward and talk about it?" Suddenly, a man in white walked towards him with a smile on his face, Han Feng was so angry, he was even more handsome than himself?

A man's invitation? Han Feng was not interested at all, but looking at his gorgeous dress, he also looked like a rich man came out, wearing the best silk in Hangzhou.

He was followed by four or five big men, and the most social thing was that they were all carrying swords, the last time I saw such a big formation, I saw Lao Zhuang the time, and I went out with so many bodyguards, it was obvious that I was either rich or expensive.

Han Feng pretended to be stupid and pointed at himself and asked, "This brother, are you calling me?" ”

"This little brother just performed in the Treasure Pavilion, and I really admire it." The man said with a smile, looking at the cloth bag that Han Feng was carrying behind him: "I wonder if this fake can be shown to me?" ”

"See?" Han Feng was taken aback, feeling that this grandson was following him, and he wouldn't have taken a fancy to his own fake of the Tang Dynasty, so he brought someone to grab it, and after glancing at the few big men behind him, if he really wanted to do it, he would definitely not be an opponent.

Han Feng looked at the person in front of him vigilantly.

The man laughed, waved his hand at the big men behind him, and said with a smile: "You all retreat." After finishing speaking, he sat on the stone chair and stretched out his hand to Han Feng: "Little brother, don't be afraid, I don't follow a few entourages when I go out, I am not steadfast in my heart, and I am not a person who loves many things, but the Tang version of Lan Tingxu is not something that ordinary people dare to copy, they are all famous masters in the court, so I am also curious to take a look." ”

At this moment, Han Feng is difficult to ride a tiger, if he runs, it is estimated that if he doesn't run a few steps, he will be caught by those big men pressing his neck, but if he doesn't run, there won't be any conspiracy in this guy?

I knew that I had gone in to worship the Buddha with this eldest lady just now, and the eldest lady's crow mouth really said, and she really suffered fucking retribution.

It's not going to be robbed in broad daylight, right? Han Feng smiled bitterly, took out the scroll he was carrying behind him, spread it out, and said to the man, "This is a fake. ”

The man was obviously very interested in calligraphy and painting: "Song Huizong's copy, I am fortunate to have seen it, but the Tang version of the copy is more imposing, it must be the hand of a famous artist, little brother, I don't know if you are interested, transfer this painting to me?" ”

"Transfer?" After doing it for a long time, this grandson really likes this thing?

"I'm sorry not to sell it." Han Feng decisively rejected this grandson's request.