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The tradition of Halloween was started by Galeries Lafayette in the Forbidden City of Kyoto a hundred years ago, and later with Galeries Lafayette's Bintian, this festival was disappeared in the flower planter.

But in Siam, this tradition has been inherited.

Of course, Siam's Halloween is naturally impossible to calculate according to the birthday of which Lafayette, but according to the birthday of the current Siamese lord Mahalla VIII, which can be said to be the most solemn festival in Siam.

During this festival, the people of Siam spontaneously go to the nearby temple to pray for the old king.

Although the old man governed the whole country as a warlord, in the eyes of the people, he was still a very competent king, and almost nine out of ten of the people even hoped that he would live a long life.

I don't know how these Siamese nationals look in their heads......

Li Qingyuan and Teng Xiaoxia, with the crowd of worshippers, walked towards Dawang Temple step by step.

Although there was a large flow of people, most of them were believers, so there were no incidents of scrambling and commotion, and everything seemed to be in order.

The guards on the side of the road also seemed more lazy, after all, the people who could come to this place to visit were basically pilgrims, and their quality was sometimes unimaginably high.

Religion is a thing that sometimes becomes some rotten and outdated restrictions, but sometimes, it can really purify people's hearts.

Of course, these have nothing to do with our Master Li, you must know that the purpose of his visit this time is to steal the treasure of the town temple here!

The two slowly walked to the main gate of Dawang Temple, but were stopped by a small novice who was guarding the door.

The little monk muttered and didn't know what to say, but fortunately, Teng Xiaoxia's translation immediately came in handy.

It turned out that the costumes of the two did not meet the standards for entering the temple to worship, so the little monk stopped them and did not allow them to enter.

I rub! Why are there so many rules in this broken temple.

Li Qingyuan was a little angry, Lao Tzu had only heard that high-end hotel clubs needed formal clothes, and he had never heard of wearing formal clothes when entering a temple.

Besides, Lao Tzu is an international famous brand, where is it not official?

Could it be that this little monk looked down on people and triggered the legendary pretending to be forced to slap his face routine?

He inexplicably began to be a little excited, Lao Tzu finally triggered this most common scenario in all routine texts, so can he start slapping his face next?

Although I don't know why the perverts around me suddenly seem to be very excited, Teng Xiaoxia feels that it is better for her to quickly tell him the truth.

"He said I was too revealing to go in!"

"You! Wear a revealing look! Li Qingyuan said a little incredulously.

You must know that although this Ruoxi girl's current identity is just his maid and plaything, and the two have played all shameful PLAY when they are together, but he is serious in machismo, but he will never let his woman be exposed to others outside.

So Teng Xiaoxia is wearing a short-sleeved sports short suit today, and even her bumpy figure is not fully displayed.

Is this called exposure? What about the cheat!

"According to the custom of Dawangji Temple, women were not allowed to enter the temple, but now women are allowed to visit in order to follow the trend, but they must be wrapped tightly, just like them!" Fuji Xiaoxia also finished negotiating with the little novice at this time, and then pointed to the crowd and said.

I saw that among those believers, there were also many women, but each of them was tightly wrapped, revealing a pair of hands and a head, and the neck and arms were covered.

Originally, he hadn't paid attention to it, but now that he found out, he felt a little funny!

This dilapidated temple looks like the real thing.

But following the customs of the locals, in broad daylight, Li Qingyuan didn't say much, although he can barely be regarded as a superman now, but he has not yet reached the level where he can despise all secular etiquette.

"So what now? Can't you go in? He looked a little displeased.

After all, the language is not understood in this broken place, and if he goes in alone, he won't know where to go, how to step on the idea!

"No, no, they have monks' robes, but wait a minute." Originally, Teng Xiaoxia wanted to push the boat down the river and not go in, but after seeing Li Qingyuan's face, she didn't dare in an instant.

God knows if this guy will suddenly go berserk and be ferocious!

It's too dangerous to be around such people.

After this small episode, the two were able to enter this thousand-year-old temple.

Dawang Temple was built when the ancient Siam Dynasty was at its peak, covering an area of nearly 1,000 acres, so even if tens of thousands of pilgrims gathered at once, it did not become a situation of impassability.

"This Siamese country, it's really nonsense, it's clear that these people are poor, and they donate money to the temple, it's really a little ignorant." Li Qingyuan looked at the believers who were stuffing a lot of money into the merit box, and was a little puzzled.

These people don't look like rich people, and even some people, who look like poor people from the outside, actually stuff a lot of money into it, which is really strange.

"That's the difference in faith! These religious believers always think that the suffering they suffer in this life is just an experience, and as long as they are sincere and good, they will be reincarnated in the next life, and they will attain bliss, so no matter how poor they are, the Buddha must be worshipped! Teng Xiaoxia looked at the fanatical believers who knelt in front of the temple gate and began to kowtow, and said with a little puzzlement.

"These ghosts and gods are really rich!" Walking through the row of merit boxes at the door and entering the square, looking at the square the size of four or five football fields, all paved with white marble, Li Qingyuan couldn't help but sigh.

"Over there! It's worth a lot over there! Teng Xiaoxia pointed to the statue of the three hundred Arhats in front of the square with some excitement and shouted.

"I'll rub!" Li Qingyuan originally felt that he was now worth hundreds of millions, and he could be regarded as having seen a big scene, but when he saw the three hundred arhats of the Dawang Temple, he couldn't help but curse.

I saw that under the illumination of the early morning sun, the three hundred Arhats carved in front of the square all bloomed with infinite golden light in an instant, almost blinding his 24K titanium alloy dog eyes.

"Are these statues all pure gold?" Li Qingyuan asked incredulously.

These 300 Arhat sculptures are all more than two meters high, about the same size as Yao Ming, 300 pieces, if they are pure gold, how much should it be!

"That's not true, these three hundred Arhats are all gilded!" Teng Xiaoxia has stolen jewelry and jade for so many years, pure gold or gild, you can tell at a glance.