Under Xie Congsi's "little report" of betraying his teammates, Alan's mood gradually became cloudy and clear, and the four people in the group giggled together, which made the young lady of the Hu family, who had just provoked behind, angry. Hu Mu glared at her warningly and motioned for her not to mess around.

Although Songhe looks young, after all, he is more than ten years old than Arlan, and when he heard about it, he smelled something unusual. instructed Xiao'e: "You go and check the details of that Miss Hu family, and who she usually befriends with." The young lady of a small five-grade official should not have such a great hostility towards Alain. ”

When Xie Congsi slowly deviated from his original intention and began to prepare to make up the bedwetting, Alan and the group finally arrived at their destination.

It doesn't look very gorgeous, it's just a doorrail supported by an invincible dilapidated tree trunk, and a plaque with a few words written crookedly on it, and Alan carefully identified it for a long time before he could see it, "Qingyuan Temple".

This large platform was soon "occupied" by the ladies of the noble family who came one after another, and the little maids moved the chairs they carried with them to rest for the ladies and ladies, and they were about to face the Buddha, so naturally they could not look sleepy and tired.

In the crowd, only Songhe, Alain, the "eldest princess" and the queen did not change their faces. Seeing the queen mother with a steady breath made Alain a little surprised. Just when Alan sighed at the good body of the mother of a country, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a reddish but very calm girl standing quietly at the back of the crowd, looking at a red maple at the bottom of the mountain.

The orange looked at Alain's gaze and smiled in Alain's ear: "Isn't that Miss Yang Mu Yiyang from last time?" It's the one who passed by and couldn't hold back laughing when the two sisters of the Liu family came to trouble you. ”

Alain nodded, not careless. This Yang Muyi, although he is indeed different from ordinary young ladies, does not let Alan pay much attention to it.

After a little rectification, he was on the road. After climbing here, there are some small slopes of the flat road, about a short walk, you can faintly see the top of the temple, and then, there are a few little monks waiting on the side of the road.

When the slightly older monk at the head saw everyone, he greeted him: "Ladies and gentlemen, the little monk has been waiting for a long time again. Before it was Qingyuan Temple, please take off the ornaments and go with the little monk. ”

Alain didn't have any ornaments on his head, only took off the small beads that were fastened behind his head. Some of the ladies were a little indignant when they heard this, and the attendants boldly stepped forward and took off the extra step shake and Huasheng on their heads.

After taking off the ornaments, the little monks led the way and led the ladies to the temple.

Alain thought that the temple should not be much better off on this bumpy road, but he didn't expect that the vermilion gate alone surprised Alain. For more than ten years, the only temple in his impression was the Bone Fu Temple. Alan has always felt that the Bone Fu Temple is quite good-looking, with peach blossoms, small pavilions, and mountain springs. But when he saw Qingyuan Temple, Alan suddenly had a feeling that he was a small village girl from the poor countryside.

On both sides of the temple gate are two thick old trees, and the red leaves seem to be falling endlessly, and a gust of wind comes and sprinkles them. The temple doors are wide open to welcome distinguished guests. The monk standing at the foot of the steps should be the abbot of the temple - the abbot who should have a long white beard in Alan's heart is a beautiful man with a jade tree in the wind, which caused a small commotion among the ladies in the rear.