Chen Fan stood under a hundred-year-old green sandalwood tree, feeling the soothing aura in the air, and his somewhat impatient heart tended to calm down.

Passing through the temple gate of Hanyun Temple, the Sanskrit sound that echoed just now became much smaller, and in the courtyard designed by the cloister, nearly a hundred sparrows jumped around on the ground, not afraid of pedestrians coming and going.

Chen Fan walked in from the front yard of Hanyun Temple, passed through the three gates to the Daxiong Treasure Hall of burning incense and praying, the golden mantle cloth of the Daxiong Treasure Hall pecked by the eaves and teeth, the fragrance was permeated, a huge golden Buddha was carved from a natural stone wall, the outside was coated with a thick layer of gold powder, the Buddha statues were carved directly above the treasure hall, and three huge red incense trees were burning, and I don't know when they could burn out.

Dozens of straw mats are lined up under the golden Buddha, and those who come to worship incense and pray either kneel down or fold their hands in prayer.

Above the wide red lacquer tribute table, there is a huge merit box, many people after praying, will 'as usual' to stuff some incense money into it, a Buddhist monk with sesame oil slowly knocks on the wooden fish, whenever someone invests a large amount of sesame oil money, his eyes will always open a little wider, and the rhythm of knocking on the wooden fish becomes different from before.

Entering the mountain to guard the mountain rules, entering the temple to keep the temple rules, Chen Fan glanced at the bronze round tripod under the three red incense sticks, and shook his head slightly, the ******** he was looking for was obviously not the incense tripod in front of him.

But Hanyun Temple seemed to have come to an end, and Chen Fan did not see the legendary nun except for the three monks in front of him who had unsigned and the monk who knocked on the wooden fish in front of him.

And Hanyun Temple seems to have come to an end.

Chen Fan looked around, only to find that the place where the monk who knocked on the wooden fish was seated, and behind him was a Zen gate, and there was a temple in the temple, and ordinary people stopped here.

Of course, Chen Fan didn't come to burn incense and pray for blessings, he walked towards the monk who knocked on the wooden fish, wanting to enter the Zen gate.

"Amitabha!"

The monk who knocked on the wooden fish chanted a Buddha name, looked Chen Fan up and down, and saw that Chen Fan was very young and dressed ordinary, so he used the wooden mallet in his hand to point to the merit incense, and then his face showed solemnity, as if he had attained the Tao.

Chen Fan understood it at a glance.

As soon as I touched it in my pocket, a big red bill of 100 yuan swished and floated into the merit box.

For 100 yuan, many tourist attractions can be enjoyed, but Chen Fan found that the monk still closed his eyes and participated in Zen, and his legs cross-legged blocked the Zen door.

Well, quite a big appetite!

Chen Fan took out another red banknote and stuffed it in.

The monk with his eyes closed opened one eye and continued to learn from the west to the west!

My day!

Chen Fan cursed in his heart, and simply took out a wallet, which contained a thick wad of banknotes.

The monk opened his eyes, and Chen Fan's eyes became focused.

Chen Fan began to count the money!

One, two!

Three, four!

Quiver!

Do!

The monk began to knock on the wooden fish!

But his feet still blocked the door!

Not enough?

I-day-you uncle!

Chen Fan simply moved his wallet to the opening on the merit box, and at this time, as soon as the monk Muyu was collected, the person and the sitting futon moved to the side of the incense case, and the Zen door was opened!

"Huh!"

Chen Fan squinted and smiled at the monk, but the wallet in his hand was tucked into his sleeve like a trick.

"Thank you. ”

Chen Fan walked past the monk!

Duh!!

The corner of the monk's mouth was crooked, and the wooden mallet struck the wooden fish fiercely, and the wooden fish made a broken sound aggrievedly!

"Made, what a cannibal!"

Chen Fan glanced back at the monk who was obviously very angry, but wanted to keep the four major monks empty, and there was a hint of happiness in his heart.

The Zen gate has been running through the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and there is really no cave in the back, the road is divided into three, east, west, due north meridian!

Chen Fan remembered Ma Xianyun's words and walked towards the path to the west!

About a few dozen meters ahead, there is a Zen pavilion, there is no monk in the pavilion, but there is hot tea on the round table, vegetarian snacks, Chen Fan poured a cup of hot tea with a clean purple sand cup, the tea entrance, at first there is a kind of ghee taste, but soon sweet, the mouth is full of relish, not only very thirst-quenching, but also has a refreshing effect.

Chen Fan picked up a piece of dim sum and stuffed it into his mouth, picked up the teacup and smelled it, and said in a low voice: "It turned out to be the ancient tea that only exists in western Yunnan, it is eye-catching and refreshing, calming the mind and invigorating qi, if you go to the teahouse to drink a cup, it will cost a lot of money, no wonder the monk is crying and mourning." ”

Chen Fan is not surprised that Hanyun Temple can treat guests with such good tea, from ancient times to the present, even if it is a famine year, it has always been the people who starve to death, and I have never heard of a monk in a temple who was starved to death, poor people, rich monks, it is not a joke.

The road of the pavilion temple is winding and secluded, the flowers and plants on both sides of the path are verdant, the flowers are like brocade, there is no sense of decay in winter, go further, the path suddenly goes down, the strange stones on both sides are craggy, an ancient suspension bridge is suspended in the mountain stream, the end of the bridge, but it is a raised platform by the cliff, and below the bridge, it is the highest mountain stream is empty, the clouds and mist are surrounded below, and the bottom is not visible, but carefully recall the Hanyun Mountain, you will know that the following is a very deep natural reservoir.

There is a round pavilion at this end of the bridge, and there is indeed a monk in the pavilion.

This monk has a fat head and big ears, and sits on a round bench polished by stone, and on the stone table next to it, a bamboo stick.

Seeing Chen Fan coming, the big-eared monk looked up and down a few times, but said directly: "Only when you draw a sign can you cross the bridge and burn incense." ”

"How much does a visa cost?"

Seeing that the other party was so direct, Chen Fan simply didn't delay, and took out his wallet, anyway, it's about money.

"One sign, of course it's a thousand!"

"A thousand, so expensive!"

Chen Fan secretly said that he knew that the monk was so profitable, what kind of hospital he opened, just open a temple.

"No, donor, you misunderstood, I have a total of heaven and man in this bamboo tube, 16 on the sign, 16 on the sign, 16 on the sign, 16 under the sign, 16 under the sign, a total of 81 signs, secretly with the heaven and earth, all kinds of things, draw once, you need 80,000!"

"What? Eight...... Eighty thousand??"

Chen Fan was dumbfounded, you are paralyzed, I knew that dozens of broken bamboo sticks were so profitable, why did you study medicine and learn some metaphysics in the first place, wouldn't it be better to fool people?

"Of course, Shi is mainly to see the scenery, please watch it in the pavilion. ”

The big-eared monk saw Chen Fan's expression of surprise and smiled like Miller.

"Hey, wait? Big-eared monk, eighty-one signatures, how can it be eighty-thousand?"

Chen Fan's head is flying***, but the arithmetic at the elementary school level has not been returned to the physical education teacher!

"Oh, there are signs up and down, people have high and low, numerology machine number, on ninety-nine, under ninety-nine, flat two to sixteen, although the number of signatures is only eighty-one, but there are tens of thousands of kinds of unsigned, however, although the heavenly and human signatures are in the tube, no one has drawn them so far, I said eighty thousand, is to hope that the people who come, are rich and noble, can draw the heavenly signature. The big-eared monk said proudly, twisted his chin with his hand, and made a gesture of brushing his beard, but he didn't have a beard at all, only a big bald head, the monk saw Chen Fan staring at him, and quickly straightened his body, coughed, "Amitabha, young man, do you want to give it a try?

Chen Fan was speechless for a while, "Master, you don't go to MLM, it's too a waste of talents, you move a nest, give me the sticker, and let me make some money!"

"Alas, young people now!" the big-eared monk half-narrowed his eyes, glanced at the wallet in Chen Fan's hand, leaned forward, and focused on the thickness of the money, "Or ...... I'll give you a half discount today?"

"Poof!"

Chen Fan sprayed the monk with a mouthful of water, but his hand quickly pumped into the stick, and a sealed bamboo stick was handed to the monk.

"Monk, let's unsign. ”

The big-eared monk wiped the saliva on his face, smiled on his face, and took the sealed bamboo stick, "Amitabha, donor, you are really happy...... Happy people, generally not bad luck, this must be on the sign...... Well...... Let me take a look...... Even if it's not a sign, it's still a sign...... If you spend a little more money, you can increase the shipment...... Belch...... Well?...... Huh?!"

The big-eared monk's body suddenly froze, and the bamboo stick in his hand fell on the stone table.

"Lying grass!"

The big-eared monk suddenly burst into a foul mouth, rolled up his sleeves, drilled the stick into the sleeves, got up and left!

"This sign, the monk is puzzled!"