Chu Lange said: "I'll just go up and take a walk, it'll be fine." ”

"Yes."

Ah Wu could only be below, watching Chu Lange walk up the steps as if he were flying.

Chu Lange's mood on the steps was still quite complicated. When a certain enlightened monk chose to build Puning Temple on the top of the mountain, did he want to be pure? With such a high mountain, just climbing the steps can scare off many noblewomen in the capital.

When he climbed up and saw the temple, Chu Lange was already sweating profusely.

Outside, you can see some pilgrims, offering incense in the main hall. The sound of wooden fish and Sanskrit sound one after another, accompanied by the smell of sandalwood fireworks, and the tranquility of the mountains, make people feel extra calm.

Chu Lange followed the pilgrims and walked in the Puning Temple.

In the eyes of others, it is like a person who comes to admire it, watching the scenery in the temple. Later, she recruited a little monk and donated 1,000 taels of silver for him to take with him to visit and introduce.

The little monk pretended to be serious on the surface, his big eyes were very smart, and he had a good understanding of the temple, as long as Chu Lange asked, he could answer all the questions related to the temple very fluently.

Chu Lange smiled and asked, "Little master, do you think Puning Temple is famous?" ”

"Monks don't seek fame, Amitabha." The little monk replied solemnly.

Chu Lange said with a smile: "Don't ask for a name, it's not that you don't need a name." Puning Temple has no name, how to come to pilgrims. If there are no pilgrims, how can there be money? There is no silver, what is the temple built on,...... How can the little master live so comfortably? ”

The little monk was stunned by her.

It feels so reasonable......

Chu Lange said again: "Little master, you said that the big people in the capital, who has come to Puning Temple?" ”

"That's a lot ......"

Before I knew it, I walked to the Hall of Merit.

After knocking on the side for so long, Chu Lange did not dig out something related to Xiao Shi from the mouth of the little monk. Chu Lange was not surprised, Xiao Shi should not have identified himself when he came over.

Otherwise, the intelligence battalion would not have found out.

The ghost of Chulan Song sent the gods into the Hall of Merit.

In the Hall of Merit, there are many tablets enshrined, and the incense surface is filled with sandalwood, that is, the incense in the incense burner is continuous.

There was an old monk dozing off beside him.

The little monk was a little strange that Chu Lange would come in, "Are the ancestors of the donors in the Hall of Merit?" ”

"Yes."

Chu Lange casually lied, "I didn't come to worship it personally, someone helped me." So, you still need to look for it. ”

Take a slow walk around the Hall of Merit.

I didn't see the tablet of an acquaintance...... This is not surprising, Puning Temple is not the first of the powerful in Beijing.

When the little monk saw her, he suddenly spoke, "Didn't the donor find it here?" You can go to the back hall to find it, I heard that the people enshrined there were all big people in their lifetimes. ”

Chu Lan Gefeng's eyes narrowed slightly, "Then please lead the way." ”

The little monk answered and walked ahead.

The back hall is actually behind the Hall of Merit, and you will walk there after a while. It's quieter and more solemn here. The tablets are not placed in rows, but incense burners are placed in front of each tablet, as well as scriptures copied by the master of the temple.

Chu Lange's footsteps were very light and slow, his eyes swept over each tablet, just like what the little monk said, they were indeed famous characters, at least he saw ten tablets, most of which she knew.

Most of them are people who have made great achievements in their lifetimes!