Outside Ping'an County, looking at Yue Shan's distant figure, Chen Yuan stood in place and chuckled.

Now, the preliminary preparations are finally completed, and the next step is to go to the Temple of Mercy and Grace to confirm again.

In the face of that Master Zhang, who even Li Mingqi had to be treated with caution, Chen Yuan did not dare to take it lightly, let alone believe in the deception, otherwise, the consequences would be very serious.

Yue Shan promised that in three days at the latest, either that Master Zhang would come, or he would prepare a letter in advance to inform him.

At that time, if that Master Zhang really came in person, he could no longer use the word guess.

Some convincing words have to be made.

"Wang Ping."

"Brother Yuan."

Wang Ping glanced at Chen Yuan and responded.

"Come with me to the Temple of Mercy and Grace, see more, talk less."

"Brother Yuan, don't worry!"

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Cheng.

Temple of Mercy and Grace.

Chen Yuan's eyes looked around the temple for a while, then turned over and dismounted with a calm face, and walked into the temple.

Chen Yuan is both familiar and unfamiliar with this place.

In my memory, every year the uncle will take him to burn incense and worship the Buddha a few times, and he also came here to get his first opportunity after crossing, the vajra glass body.

But Chen Yuan was still very unfamiliar, unfamiliar with the place of the Temple of Mercy and Grace, which had become a magic nest that was very likely to hide the demons of the Immortal Sect.

There is also something hidden like the Blood Demon Knife, which you know is something evil when you hear the name.

"There's a lot less of a lot of people here than usual."

Wang Ping looked around, walked to Chen Yuan's side and whispered.

Here, Wang Ping used to come, but at that time, the popularity of Ci'en Temple was still very high, and there was an endless stream of believers who burned incense and worshiped the Buddha, but now...

It's already very sparse.

"There has been a drought for many years, and the people's harvest is not good, so naturally there is no money left to worship and burn incense."

"It's also..."

Wang Ping nodded approvingly.

It can be seen from his father's business that the drought in Qingzhou in the past two years has indeed been not small, and it is said that the ground has dried up in some places.

"Who are the two?"

As soon as Chen Yuan and Wang Ping entered, a young bald monk stepped forward and asked with his hands folded.

His eyes looked at them with some vigilance.

"Burn incense and worship the Buddha."

Chen Yuan smiled.

The young monk was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly smiled:

"The main hall is in front of you, and the two donors can go straight."

I heard that he came to burn incense, and the monk even changed his name.

"Okay, thank you."

Chen Yuan nodded with a smile.

Before coming, he and Wang Ping had already changed their clothes to prevent being targeted.

The young monk bowed slightly, then turned to greet the other pilgrims.

"Let's go..."

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes and took Wang Ping to wander around the Temple of Mercy and Grace.

His eyes looked up and down, wondering where the cats of the Temple of Mercy and Grace would hide.

Ci'en Temple is a small temple, but there are also many rooms and halls, and there is a heavy incense burning in the temple, which makes Wang Ping sigh inadvertently, or the temple is spacious, and so much incense is burned in this season.

After hearing this, Chen Yuan's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

As long as you are suspicious of one place, then you can find something wrong anywhere.

After a short time, Chen Yuan and Wang Ping crossed the two doors and came to the front of the main hall.

More than a dozen men, women, and children buckled their heads in front of the hall, their heads on the ground, and their palms facing up in silence.

Chen Yuan squinted his eyes, this is the etiquette in Buddhism, the foot ceremony.

I couldn't help sneering in my heart, Buddhism pays attention to the equality of all beings, but this ceremony can be equal to believers?

"Brother Yuan, do I recognize these people?"

Wang Ping lowered his voice.

"Who?"

Chen Yuan asked.

"Brother Yuan, do you remember what I told you yesterday that the children disappeared? These people are their parents..."Wang Ping said softly.

"The child is missing, and I can find it by praying to God and worshiping the Buddha?" Chen Yuan shook his head slightly.

There was one more thing he didn't say, and that was that their children were probably missing because of some people in the Temple of Mercy and Grace.

"Enter the temple for a tael of silver."

A middle-aged fat monk with several ring scars on his head walked up to Chen Yuan and said calmly.

"Why is it expensive again? Wasn't it in 100 wen when I came last time? ”

Chen Yuan asked in a condensed voice.

To avoid suspicion, Chen Yuan wants to portray himself as a believer.

"The host wants to repair the golden body of the Buddha."

The middle-aged monk said with a faint smile.

Glancing at him, Chen Yuan handed over two taels of silver:

"It turned out to be a golden body for the Buddha, so it should indeed go up."

"It's still the donor who thinks about the Buddha, these donors..."The middle-aged man looked at the men, women and children kneeling on the ground not far away and shook his head, with some contempt in his eyes.

"Seeking the Buddha is not in the silver taels, as long as you have a heart."

The middle-aged monk smiled and did not speak.

Chen Yuan and Wang Ping took two sticks of incense from the middle-aged monk and stepped into the main hall.

In the center, a golden Buddha statue several feet tall sat on the lotus platform, looking down coldly and indifferently at every believer who came in.

Chen Yuan opened his heavenly eyes, and a trace of imperceptible blue light appeared in his eyes, and he looked around in the main hall, but unfortunately, there was no movement.

The look in his eyes returned to normal, Chen Yuan stepped forward with a calm face, inserted the incense burner on the incense burner in front of him, and did not kneel.

Whether in his previous life or in this life, Chen Yuan did not believe in gods and Buddhas.

Martial arts practice, the cultivation is one's own body.

Wang Ping learned Chen Yuan's movements, plugged in the incense, and followed Chen Yuan's footsteps to leave the main hall.

In front of the door, the group of people was still kowtowing reverently, and Chen Yuan walked past without squinting.

Leaving the main hall, Chen Yuan went to the place where the scriptures were presented in the Temple of Mercy and Grace with great purpose.

Outside the Pavilion of the Scriptures.

A green-robed monk was sweeping the floor, and Chen Yuan looked at it, it was an acquaintance, and last time it was the Vajra glazed body that he got from him.

"Master."

Chen Yuan placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

The green-robed monk slowly raised his head, his face was a little wrinkled, and he was slightly stunned when he saw Chen Yuan:

"It's Lord Chen, why did you come to burn incense today?"

"The recent year has not been good, and I want to burn incense and ask the Buddha for blessing." Chen Yuan smiled lightly.

"The Buddha is in my heart, as long as I think about it all the time."

The green-robed monk smiled.

"The master is really a master, and his casual words contain the Buddha's principles."

"Master Chen laughed, I heard that Lord Chen has now sat on the position of head catcher?"

"Xu was lucky to sit in this position because he burned those Diamond Sutras to the uncle before." Chen Yuan was not surprised, and it was not uncommon for Ping'an County to know that he was the head catcher.

Not to mention the monk who knew him well.

"Lord Chen is a blessed person."

"Master, Chen wants to ask a question."

The green-robed monk smiled silently.

Chen Yuan quietly handed over a tael of silver.

"Master Chen, please speak." The green-robed monk smiled faintly, and put the silver into his sleeve without a trace.