Daxiangguo Temple was built in the Northern Qi Dynasty, flourished in the Tang Dynasty, reached its peak in the Northern Song Dynasty, and became the first royal temple in the world.

If you talk about the tower temple is beautiful, it has reached the extreme.

Compared with the degree of splendor, Shaolin Temple is a rural earthen temple.

Of course, more people know about Daxiangguo Temple, which is the upside-down weeping willow of Lu Zhishen in the Water Margin.

I don't know if Lin Daiyu also traveled here later to get the inheritance.

When Huang Shang came to the back gate of Daxiangguo Temple, it was already a sea of people.

Without experiencing it firsthand, it's hard to imagine that these people didn't come to make incense, but to buy things.

If Sangjia Wazi is an entertainment venue, Daxiangguo Temple is a small commodity market.

There will be five times a month here to trade the surname, the surname is naturally exaggerated, but the number of people who come here is also amazing, all kinds of gadgets, are sold.

Today is not a transaction of ten thousand surnames, the flow of people is already very exaggerated, Huang Shang smelled the real smell of sweat, and asked the horse renter walking beside him: "Is there always so many people here, and on which days are there fewer people?" ”

The renter smiled: "Guest, in the days after the transaction, there will be fewer people." ”

Huang Shang understood and nodded.

This is the same as the day after Singles' Day, the number of online purchases fell off a cliff.

After impulsive consumption, it is chopping hands, and after the severed limbs are reborn, they will be impulsive again in the next year, and then chop their hands again.

He didn't dislike the smell of sweat and squeezed inside.

From the main gate to the main hall, all kinds of goods are placed in an orderly manner.

There are household furnishings, flowers, birds, insects and beasts, food and drink, tea and fruit, and books to play well.

Huang Shang looked over one by one, and soon his eyes lit up.

There's a beautiful scenery there.

A bunk made up of nuns.

Nuns selling things in the monk's temple sounds incredible, but it's actually normal.

It's everyone who has to eat.

There are many nuns and Taoist temples in the city of Tokyo, and when the nuns and Taoist aunts are usually fine, they do not worship the Buddha and chant sutras all day long, but become female celebrities, and then sell them at the stalls.

They are all Buddhist gates, and Xiangguo Temple has arranged fixed bunks to provide them with help within their ability.

Huang Shang stepped forward and tried to identify: "embroidery, collar wipe, pearl emerald, head and face ......"

As a person in the entertainment industry, he has an understanding of cosmetics, but unfortunately the times are different, and Huang Sheng is a standard straight man, and he doesn't have these in his memory.

Therefore, among the dazzling array of his daughter's household items, he recognized very few of them, only a smile.

He smiled, and the nuns in the stall smiled at him, their eyebrows crooked.

It was only when another woman dressed up in fancy clothes stepped forward that the pretty nun's smile quickly disappeared.

"Good!"

Huang Shang observed carefully and liked this contrast very much.

In a place like the inn, the second guy will curry favor with the informant because of the woman's beauty, and maybe he will reveal his whereabouts.

But in this place, these nuns and Taoist aunts will hardly gossip to a strange beauty.

Same-sex repulsion.

Of course, there are no absolutes in the world, and there is no need to consider a particularly small probability, otherwise everything will fail.

After Huang Shang's investigation, he had a plan in his heart, left Daxiangguo Temple, returned home, and began to paint.

Next, he deliberately avoided the trade of the surname and came to the Great Xiangguo Temple when there were few people.

Not only did he choose a different time to record the change in the flow of people, but he also lingered in front of books and female red stalls, and became familiar with the nuns.

It is risky to get too close to a nun, and maybe there is a lemon essence hiding in the shadows, waiting to catch his fault.

However, if the reincarnation enters early, it is not much to worry about.

Fortunately, these costs are worth it.

Twenty days later, on the afternoon of one day, Huang Shang returned from Zhang Zai's make-up class, passed by Daxiangguo Temple, and walked in.

Today is the least number of people in Daxiangguo Temple these days, the smell of sweat in the crowd has dissipated a lot, replaced by incense, women are in groups, and there is a faint body fragrance wafting by, it smells very good.

Huang Shang went to the book stall first, pretended to pick and choose, and then looked at the female red.

Suddenly, his gaze froze and he saw a beautiful side face.

He didn't know how many times he had seen the portraits of the reincarnation man and woman, and he had already imprinted the appearance of the two of them deeply in his mind.

After making sure that they were all recognizable to the ashes, the portrait was burned.

So at this time, it was just a side face, and the outfit changed again, but he still recognized at a glance that this woman was the reincarnation.

"Finally! Finally! ”

At this time, the woman was standing in front of the stall, looking at a set of heads.

The head face is not one, but a whole set of headdresses, which are divided into five pieces: picking, topping, distraction, covering sideburns, and hairpins.

I have to say that the aesthetics of the Song Dynasty are really awesome, and even Huang Shang thinks it is very beautiful.

And the woman liked it more and more, and had already begun to ask the price and was ready to buy it.

That's the difference between men and women.

When a male reincarnation enters the world of the heavens, all he thinks about is what magic skills I can learn in this world, what magic weapons I can obtain, and how my strength will improve.

When female reincarnators enter, they want to go shopping, buy things, see the scenery, eat delicious food, find out what unique makeup techniques are in this era, and it is best to post selfies.

Of course, this statement is inevitably a bit exaggerated, and there are many female reincarnators who are more violent than men in battle.

It's just that the attitude towards enjoying life is really different.

"It's my turn!"

Huang Shang stabilized his nervousness and walked over.

As soon as he appeared, the little nun who set up the stall was immediately blessed, and said in an elegant and pleasant voice: "Son, Wanfu!" ”

The so-called ingenuity, this row of stalls is the most beautiful with the female red made by this little nun, and the appearance is also the most beautiful, Huang Shang replied, looked at the flowers on the stall, and began to pick up.

The woman saw Huang Shang walk to the side, glanced at it slightly, and quickly turned her head, focusing on comparing her head.

Obviously, the profit of the head is higher, but the little nun is more enthusiastic about Huang Shang, and takes the initiative to recommend: "The son should buy silk flowers, wrapped with gold wire, decorated with broken beads, compared to real flowers, a little more expensive!" ”

Huang Shang took the flower, endured the awkwardness in his heart, put it on his head, thinking that girls could also be basketball ambassadors, so he was relieved, paid the money, and took out a scroll of paintings from the bag: "Help me see this painting." ”

The little nun was overjoyed: "Is the son going to be consigned?" ”

Consignment is an intermediary, as a middleman to make the difference, the profit is very large.

When Huang Shang's painting unfolded, the little nun's eyes lit up.

This painting has a bit of the grandeur of the "Qingming Riverside Map", depicting the scene of the Great Xiangguo Temple, which is portrayed very expressively.

The literary style in the world is extremely prosperous, the four talented women of the Song Dynasty, although the earliest Li Qingzhao will not be born for more than 20 years, but the women's painting skills are generally not low, and the female nun also has works, but compared with Huang Shang's painting, the judgment is made.

"It's a pity that it's a bit rushed, otherwise it would be more perfect."

The little nun felt a little regretful in her heart, but praised her again and again.

Her admiration attracted the attention of the woman next to her, and she subconsciously glanced at it a few more times.

It didn't matter if she looked at it, at the checkout, she saw a familiar name.

Yellow clothes!

The woman was slightly stunned, her eyes flashing.

After a while, she suddenly looked at Huang Shang, as if she had found some peerless treasure, and looked at it carefully.

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