Who is Bai Chuwei? The little fairy that his third uncle misses, as long as she says a word, his third uncle will definitely be obedient.

Duan Feihan's gloomy voice came from his side: "Duan Xingye, your chance to be beaten has also arrived." ”

Duan Xingye shrunk his neck and hurriedly begged for mercy.

A group of people bought tickets and walked in, Lingyin Temple is quite large, has a history of thousands of years, there are three main halls, behind it is the monk's meditation room, the scripture pavilion and other buildings.

Bai Chuwei said to Duan Feihan: "Hanhan, you and Duan Xingye go to see Duan Xiuqi together, we won't go, just walk around here." ”

Duan Fei shook his head, he had guessed that Bai Chuwei would not be willing to see Duan Xiuqi, and led Duan Xingye to walk inside.

There are not a few people who come to Lingyin Temple to check in, but because it is still morning, there are not many people.

Bai Chuwei walked on the bluestone pavement, looked at the distinctive building, and said with some emotion: "I haven't been here for many years." ”

When the Lingyin Temple was built, she also came here, but she didn't expect it to be so many years in a blink of an eye.

Wandering generally to a lot of people to check in under the big tree, the big tree branches are luxuriant, extremely thick, just the waist is six or seven meters, look up to see that the tree is more than 20 meters high, the nearest branch hangs the red ribbon that people pray for.

Under the tree, there was a delicate-looking little monk sweeping the floor, and while sweeping the floor, he said: "Our tree is called 'Phoenix Sacred Tree', and it is recorded in the books in the temple that it used to grow up by suddenly falling into the soil, and this tree can make sounds, and it is strung together like a song, so it is called a sacred tree." ”

Bai Chuwei and they listened on the side, she gently tugged at the corner of her lips, and suddenly remembered that two days ago, she went to Qingque on the clouds and accidentally knocked down a branch.

The branches of the tree are almost like this spirit tree, but the current aura should not grow.

The tourists on the side immediately laughed.

"Little monk, the monks don't speak, your master knows that you are bragging with tourists, be careful that you are punished and can't eat lunch."

"Haha tree can still make a voice and sing? How can it be? ”

The little monk who swept the floor blushed angrily, held the broom tightly, and said very seriously and solemnly: "It's true, my master said that he heard it with his own ears, but it was just that there was no sound suddenly twenty years ago, I don't lie." ”

The more serious he became, the louder the tourists around him laughed.

"Liar!" A child's immature voice suddenly appeared above his head, but it was a little menacing.

Everyone looked up and was immediately frightened.

A little boy about seven or eight years old didn't know how to climb the phoenix sacred tree, and sat on a branch and looked at them condescendingly.

The little boy broke off a small branch and smashed it down, "You liar, how can a tree make a sound?" ”

The little monk was so frightened that his heart was about to stop, his face turned white, he threw away the broom in his hand and hurriedly shouted: "Tourist, don't break the branches, this tree has been getting worse and worse in recent years, and one of them will not sprout, it will hurt." Don't break it, be careful not to fall off. ”

A child of this age is a veritable bear child, and the more he is not allowed to do anything, the more he will do it, and he sits on it and says that the little monk is a liar.

An ethereal, lazy voice sounded softly in the crowd: "This tree does have a voice. ”