A strange feeling suddenly rose from Qi Yan's heart, but he himself didn't notice it at all, just staring at the black temple for a few minutes, and he couldn't take his attention off it.

The cigarette between his fingers had already burned half off, but his mind was a little dazed at this time, and he instinctively slowly stood up and walked towards the small black temple step by step.

It wasn't far away, and his expression was sluggish during this brief approach, his thoughts blurred, and even the other cacophony around him was still.

It's like a drunk person who, although he can still walk, is already in a state of insanity.

The road was dazed, and by the time he had taken all his thoughts back again, he was already in the Black Temple.

The short fragment made Qi Yan stunned for a while after coming back to his senses.

What happened in those few seconds? Could it be that after being in the sun for too long, it is not possible to suffer from a slight heat stroke?

However, there was no time for him to think about it, for the inside of this little black hall looked even more peculiar than it looked outside.

Even though the doors were open, the sun didn't shine in at all, and the temperature was very cool.

There are no electric lights in the small hall of only a dozen square meters, but there are many lotus lanterns lit, which are not bright, but they can see things at all.

The furnishings are much simpler than other temples, there are no Buddha statues to worship, no incense tables, and in the middle of the wooden floor, there is a skinny old monk sitting cross-legged on a futon, and his face is not very visible under the dim candlelight, but he can roughly judge that he is over sixty years old.

The monk's robe worn by this old monk is also very different from that of ordinary monks, Thailand is known as the "Yellow Robe Buddha Country", and the envelope is Theravada Buddhism, but the one in front of him is actually wearing a black robe, which is not bright here, and he is a thin little old man wearing a black monk's robe It is even more difficult to see clearly.

If he hadn't clasped his hands together and carried a string of Buddhist beads to recite Buddhist scriptures softly, he really wouldn't have been able to find out at the first time.

However, this small hall does not have the strong foot smell of other temples, and it is only filled with a refreshing fragrance, which seems to be infrequent for people to enter.

Qi Yan looked around at the scene in the hall, the wind chimes rang softly into his ears, he finally stopped his eyes on the old monk's body, and saw that the other party's eyes were closed and he was chanting without distraction, and he didn't want to bother more, but although he was not a person of faith, he had to say hello symbolically, right?

also pretended to fold his hands, bowed down and chanted, "Swipe my drop card...... Well? ”

He suddenly realized that he was still wearing sandals on his feet, and because he was very confused during the process of entering, he didn't have time to obey the customs of the local temple, so he wanted to turn around and walk out.

As soon as he turned his head, the old monk stopped the scriptures in his mouth, opened his cloudy old eyes, and came out a hoarse and low voice, and it was still standard English, "Young man, what's your name?"

Qi Yan immediately turned around again, raised his eyebrows slightly, and thought, "Yo, they all say that Thai English speaks like eagles, and this old monk's pronunciation is quite standard." ”

Since people have already asked questions, it is natural for me as a passenger to politely reply "qiyan..."

The expression on the face of the black-robed old monk did not change much, and there was a kind smile, which seemed very kind.

He didn't ask Qi Yan about anything else, and stretched out the hand wrapped around the Buddha beads in front of him, seeing that it meant that he wanted to invite Qi Yan to sit down.

Qi Yan was stunned again, then nodded with a dry smile, he didn't have any thoughts in his heart, he just felt a little confused, and honestly walked to the old monk and sat cross-legged.

Although he is usually a hanger, perhaps because of the atmosphere here and the temperament of the old monk, his naughty temperament has been restrained a lot.

I thought that the old monk would talk to him in English, but who knew that people continued to recite Buddhist scriptures that they couldn't understand, and there was a feeling of relaxation in their ears.

But Qi Yan doesn't know what's going on, what's wrong? Is this to give me light?

The old monk recited the horizontal ...... to himself After about ten minutes, Qi Yan's legs began to go numb, and his eyes wandered everywhere, and he continued to look at the interior decoration here, but the light was not good, and most things could not be seen clearly.

At this time, the old monk suddenly stopped chanting again, Qi Yan moved his eyes back, but found that the other party's hands were stretched out, and there was an exquisite Buddha card in his palm.

Qi Yan took a closer look at the candlelight on the side, this Buddha card looked very ordinary at first glance, the little finger was long and wide, boxy, and the hanging chain was a number of black jade beads, which should be made of obsidian or something.

But the law is very strange, one of the pink brands, that is, you can't see what is molded, it doesn't look like a human shape, it's a black lump.

The outer rim is quite clearly gilded, similar to those other amulets in the past.

Qi Yan could only recognize that it was a Buddhist card, but he couldn't recognize where it was sacred.

The Dharma cards are mixed and varied, such as Chongdi Ancient Buddha, Elephant God, Mask Mask, Shiva God King, Great Brahma God King (Four-Faced Buddha), ...... He wasn't interested in it, so he couldn't read it.

However, this move was obviously the meaning of giving it away, Qi Yan was stunned, and then pointed to the Buddha card and pointed to himself, intending to ask.

The old monk bowed slightly, indicating that it was for you.

Qi Yan looked at the Buddha card itself again, and he couldn't figure out the appearance of the Dharma with his eyes, but the feeling of confusion from his mind before reappeared, and this time it was even more obvious, making him a little dizzy and feeling his throat dry.

It was only a few seconds, and when he woke up, the Buddha card had already appeared on his hands, as if he had just received it.

After the amulet card was acquired, in terms of the material on the surface, it was considered excellent, and even the string of obsidian beads was very translucent.

Qi Yan took this thing from someone else in a trance, and he didn't know what to do for a while, what he thought was... Isn't this the legendary forcible selling? The goods have already arrived in your hands, and it is too late to return them!

It seems that there is only one old monk in this small black temple, and I don't know if there are other gangs hidden, if I am not happy, people will rush to it...... In this foreign country, I'm afraid it's going to be a big trouble.

Qi Yan's heart hung in his throat, and he didn't have time to think about the dizziness just now, so he whispered, "How.......How much?" ”

Asking about the price, not to mention the collapse in my head, why do I owe it so much?! Waiting for Dong Ye outside in a dignified manner, they are not finished, why did the ghost send the god to walk in, and honestly sat down to listen to this old ghost recite the Sutra for a long time, and was forcibly sold a piece of handicrafts of thousands of yuan by others....... he didn't even react to what was going on.

He was brainstorming and thinking nonsense in the past few seconds, but the old monk still smiled kindly, shook his head inscrutablely, and continued to chant quietly.

Qi Yan inquired a few more times, but the old monk ignored him anymore.

After waiting for a few minutes, the other party still didn't express his intention to collect the money, and after Qi Yan confirmed it again and again, he realized... Maybe this amulet is something that people want to give to themselves?

And this kind of good thing, huh? I heard Xu Dan say that some monks may directly give them amulets or something after meeting someone who is destined, and then only ask the pilgrim to symbolically donate a little money in the merit box, and the money is voluntary.

Could it be that this is the situation I am encountering now?

It's incredible, isn't it? I have never believed in gods and Buddhas, but I still have this kind of Buddhahood?

But the facts are in front of us, and it is still a little unbelievable after getting cheap.

Anyway, before anything else happened, Qi Yan finally decided to stand up, no matter what his legs were numb, he thanked the old monk several times, "Kuokunka, Kuokunka......" and limped out of the small temple.

As soon as I stepped out of the temple, the dazzling sunlight shone down quickly, and the heat wave hit my face, which contrasted sharply with the cool temperature inside.

Qi Yan's eyes adapted for a moment, then raised the Buddha card in his hand, and then the bright sunlight began to look at it carefully......