Shang Biao's hoarse voice made Xiao Shami look even more frightened, and his calves kicked a few times in a panic, and after fleeing the door, he screamed and ran towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"There are ghosts, there are ghosts!"

"Amitabha"

An old monk walked out of the main hall, and with a Buddha horn, the panicked little novice bathed in the light of the Buddha instantly quieted down.

"The donor is a guest from afar, please come in and drink a cup of tea."

When the old monk saw Shang Biao's terrifying burned face, he did not show a trace of discoloration, and his voice was calm and calm, just like the sound of chanting the Buddha's name.

"I was greedy for the road, missed the inn, and had to go to your temple for one night, and asked the abbot to make it convenient."

"The donor is polite, convenient with others and convenient for himself. Awareness, go and help the donor clean up a meditation room. ”

"Thank you so much Abbot, in Xia Shinan, I don't know the abbot's number?"

"Amitabha, Lao Qu Zhiguang, is not the abbot of this temple."

Shang Biao smiled and said sorry.

Staying at the Buddha's territory, Shang Biao was embarrassed to come empty-handed.

Entering the Daxiong Treasure Hall, he added a broken silver into the incense cash box, took the three incense sticks handed by Zhiguang, bowed and bowed, and inserted them in the incense burner.

In the process of worshipping incense, Shang Biao found that there was not much incense ash in the incense burner, and it seemed that the pilgrims and believers in this place were really scarce.

However, although the temple is small, it is not dilapidated, and it is not known how it survives.

"Knock, knock"

After Shang Biao's incense salutation, there was another knock at the door.

Zhiguang walked out of the main hall, and after opening the door, two young people, a man and a woman, appeared.

The man opened his mouth and said an excuse similar to Shang Biao's, and he also wanted to spend the night.

"Amitabha, there are only two meditation rooms in the small temple for pilgrims to rest. There has been a donor before, if the two don't dislike it, can they live in the same room? ”

"When you go out, you just have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, how dare you dislike it and disturb the master."

It was still the man who spoke, and the woman beside him was slightly dissatisfied, but she didn't say anything to refute it.

After that, these two people also entered the main hall and asked for incense to worship the Buddha.

Shang Biao saw the appearance of these two people clearly at this time, the man was handsome and the woman was beautiful. Against the backdrop of his grimace, he looks like a fairy couple.

'Sniff! ’

Shang Biao moved his nose imperceptibly, and his eyes noticed the woman who was convex and backward, and had a bewitching charm.

"The smell of perfume, is it an actor?"

Although the Manchu Qing Dynasty also had perfumes handed down by foreigners, the perfumes processed by modern chemistry tasted absolutely different from those at this time.

Shang Biao smelled this faint feminine fragrance, which can be sure of the smell of modern perfume, it seems to be a Chanel encounter?

Shang Biao's gaze stayed for a few seconds before the woman noticed it.

"Humph!"

When the woman saw his badly burned face, her first reaction was not to be afraid, but to snort coldly and leave the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Hehe, don't be surprised by Brother Tai, in the next season of Sanyuan, I don't know what Brother Tai will call."

"Heather"

Shang Biao showed an ugly smile and looked very penetrating.

It's interesting, he's pretty sure that both of them are actors.

Ordinary people would have such a friendly attitude when they saw him like this, and the woman's perception was unusually keen.

Although the plot world is not without female cultivators, such as the White Lotus Holy Maiden, this is basically an existence that is more cherished than the giant panda, and it will be so coincidental for him to meet.

At this time, Xiao Shami consciously packed up the meditation room and walked over from the backyard.

"Master, the evening fast is ready."

"Well, donors, please come with me."

Zhiguang made a gesture of please, and Xiao Shami led the way.

"Don't bother, my friend and I have already eaten dry food."

Ji Sanyuan waved his hand and rejected Zhiguang's kindness.

Shang Biao also found a flaw in himself and Ji Sanyuan and others at this time, who would be empty-handed in a normal hurry, and he didn't even bring a burden.

Write this down in your heart, and the flaws can only be made up for after dawn.

In order not to attract Ji Sanyuan's attention, Shang Biao followed Xiao Shami and Zhiguang to the backyard canteen.

On the table of the Eight Immortals in the dining hall, there were three stacks of vegetarian dishes, seven or eight steamed buns, and there were already two people sitting on the stool.

Directly opposite was a middle-aged monk who was chubby and smiling like Maitreya, and his back to them was also a bald man with a broad body and a bright yellow robe.

"Amitabha, the abbot of Xiangyun Temple, Zhiqing, has seen the donor."

The fat monk stood up and saluted, identifying himself.

"In Lower Heather, I have seen the abbot."

As soon as Shang Biao's words came out, the monk with his back to him turned his head violently.

"Yuantong? Aren't you a monk from Guangde Temple? ”

No wonder I look at this back a little familiar, it turns out that it is really an old acquaintance.

"Amitabha, where are you going to preach?"

Instead of answering his question, YTO asked him. The fat face was much thinner than before, with a bit of sadness in his eyes, and Shang Biao's appearance reminded him of those innocent and tragic believers.

"The time is short, and the preaching needs to be put on hold. Poor Dao was invited to go to the capital, if the Taoist friends are fine, we might as well go together. I also saved myself from being lonely on a lonely journey, and this ugly face scared passers-by. ”

Shang Biaoke still remembered that YTO owed him a bet, and thought that he couldn't find him, but he was really destined to meet thousands of miles away.

"It's good, it's so good, it's okay for a little monk to accompany a fellow Taoist."

Yuantong responded, he didn't believe that Shang Biao would go to the capital for no reason, or it was best for him to take care of him, and the province would make an irreparable mistake.

"It turns out that the nephew and this donor know each other, and it is gratifying that the old friend met."

Monk Zhiqing said with a smile and gave Shang Biao a place.

After everyone arrives and takes their seats, the evening fast begins.

Although the temple is small, the rules are complete.

Several people adhered to the eating rules of eating without saying a word, and silently moved chopsticks.

After fasting, the novice took the initiative to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Zhiqing looked at Shang Biao with a smile and said: "This temple is a little weird at night, no matter what the donor hears, please don't go out of the meditation room." ”

Yuantong also spoke: "Uncle Shinan, Shi Nan Daoyou is also a cultivator, with strong Taoist skills and proficient in thunder methods. You should restrain the unruly donors and don't disturb him. ”

The dumb riddle of these two people made Shang Biao interested, what was hidden in this temple.

"Is it convenient to reveal, kill people in a 'good dream', don't be injured by mistake and be in trouble."

Shang Biao made a little joke and looked at Zhiqing.

"Some lonely souls and wild ghosts, today is exactly the fifteenth full moon, they all come to seek transcendence, if you are interested, you can come to the front hall to observe when you are in the child, and prove each other's existence."

"Oh, the ghost festival, the poor road will definitely come."

It turned out that this was the case, and Shang Biao understood it as soon as he heard Zhiqing.

Even in reality, some high-ranking monks who are truly cultivated will hold ghost crossing pujas from time to time to surpass the wandering spirits of the four directions and accumulate merits.