Hey!

Even the queen of the phoenix asked to see the bird.

This Tai Changqing has a lot of personality.

Xin Lin said secretly.

Xin Lin's principle of dealing with the world is very simple.

The enemy of the enemy is the friend.

On the side, Ma Jingtian was still chattering.

Emperor Longteng and Taichang Temple's Taichang Qing are New Year's friends, and Emperor Longteng often goes to Taichang Temple to ask Taichang Qing some things about governing the country.

It is rumored that he is a respected old monk with white hair and kind eyes.

It is also rumored that he is a great monk who does not smile, has strong martial arts, and looks fierce.

Of course, this is all just rumor.

After all, this Taichang Qing of Taichang Temple lives in a simple place on weekdays, and few people have seen his true face.

Xin Lin noticed that the people who came to Taichang Temple also had their own needs.

There are those who seek children, those who seek wealth, and those who seek the safety of their homes and good health.

It's really rare to have someone like her, holding a sword.

Xin Lin thought about it, and casually stopped a passing little novice and asked.

"Little monk, let me ask you, who of you in Taichang Temple can do transcendence?"

Xin Lin pondered, as long as someone can do super, so many people, where will it be her turn to see Lao Zi's old monk Taichangqing.

"The excess is presided over by the senior brothers of the middle temple, if the little donor has relatives and friends of the deceased who want to exceed, please go here."

Xiao Shami was very polite and saluted Xin Lin.

"I'm looking for the one with the highest cultivation, the oldest, the most transcendent?"

Xin Lin waved his hand.

The nine yin demons in this sword are not something that ordinary monks and Taoists can surpass.

According to the ghost's statement, it must be profound.

Xiao Shami thought about it, and he was serious.

"Little donor, are you looking for the oldest, the highest cultivation, or the most transcendent? The oldest in this temple is the Puji holy monk, he is already one hundred and thirty years old, the most powerful and the most powerful is Qingyu Shibo, and the most powerful cultivation is naturally Taichangqing. ”

When Xiao Shami mentioned Tai Changqing, he looked adoring.

Lord Taichang Qing is simply the idol of the little monks of the entire Taichang Temple.

I thought that this benefactor would ask a few more questions.

Who knows that Xin Lin's next sentence is.

"Of the three, who wants the cheapest sesame oil?"

“……”

The corners of Xiao Shami's and Ma's mouths twitched fiercely at the same time.

As a modern atheist, Xin Lin has always been very dismissive of all kinds of temples.

However, she still understands the rules of entering the temple and giving money for sesame oil.

Since you can do superdu, of course, you are looking for the cheapest.

"Amitabha."

The little novice of Taichang Temple is still very qualified, and he pondered for a moment.

"If you are looking for Uncle Qingyu, please move to Shansheng Hall."

After that, he pointed out the way for Xin Lin and Ma Jingtian.

Xin Lin and Ma Jingtian turned a bamboo forest path and arrived in front of Shansheng Hall.

In front of Shansheng Hall, there were really a lot fewer people in line, only a dozen people.

After walking a few steps, he was stopped by a middle-aged monk in a yellow robe.

The big monk looked like a man with a face full of meat, and there was a smell of wine and meat on his body, so he looked like a monk of wine and meat.

"The two of them are here to overspend relatives and friends, and one person is overdue, a thousand taels of silver."

When Xin Lin heard this, his face changed greatly.

"One person is one thousand taels, nine people are not nine thousand taels? Are you a temple or a den of robbers! ”

As soon as Xin Lin shouted like this, the face of the wine and meat monk also changed.