Bai Fan got up without saying a word, Wang Ran followed, and the two of them stepped off the bus one after the other.

Bai Fan still didn't mean to speak.

Wang Ran thought that it was not a way to go on like this, he flipped through the memories in his mind, and then came to Bai Fan's side with a smile: "I heard that Yong'an Temple was built by the great monk Yong'an of the Tang Dynasty, and all dynasties are known for their effectiveness. ”

The owner of this body had been to Yong'an Temple before, and he had some knowledge about Yong'an Temple in his memory.

At this time, Bai Fan looked in the direction of Yong'an Temple and stopped.

Wang Ran looked forward,

He saw many people queuing at the entrance of Yong'an Temple.

The treasure temple is solemn, pure and quiet.

Yong'an Temple is famous for being visited by tourists from all over the country every day, and in order to protect the architecture and landscape inside Yong'an Temple, the temple has imposed a limit on the number of visitors at any one time.

One out and one in.

Although it is morning at the moment, there is already a long queue in front of the door, and if they also line up honestly, I am afraid that they will wait until noon in one go.

Thinking about it, Bai Fan is reluctant to queue up.

After all, Bai Fan is not a devout Buddha believer, he just heard that Yong'an Temple is effective, so he came to ask for a root sign.

He hesitated a little longer and probably gave up.

Wang Ran rolled his eyes: "There are many more people who come to Yong'an Temple to worship Buddha this year than last year, and I know a path that does not have to queue up, which can save a lot of time." ”

Bai Fan snorted lightly: "You know a lot. ”

Finally willing to speak.

Wang Ran smiled: "Follow me!" ”

Wang Ran led Bai Fan towards the east side of Yong'an Temple.

"Offering to the living?"

Bai Fan couldn't help but be surprised when he saw a line of gold lacquer characters printed on the outer wall of the temple.

"Temples also engage in human sacrifice?"

Wang Ran's ears moved slightly.

Also?

What do you mean?

Could it be that the apostles of the last days engaged in human sacrifice?

While thinking, he reminded Bai Fan: "You read it backwards, this line should be read from right to left!" ”

"Oh—dedication?" Bai Fan suddenly realized, "I'll just say, it's the twenty-first century now, and it's too out to make people sacrifice!" ”

Obviously, Bai Fan was against human sacrifice.

If the Doomsday Apostle made people sacrifice, this must have been one of the reasons why Bai Fan betrayed the Doomsday Apostle.

Bai Fan asked, "Where is the path you said?" ”

Wang Ran smiled narrowly: "It's right in front of you!" ”

Bai Fan looked blankly at the vermilion courtyard wall in front of him.

He wondered, "Arrived?" ”

Isn't this a wall?

Wang Ran said with a smile: "There is no one inside or outside the wall, so we don't have to queue up when we go in from here." ”

Bai Fan took a deep breath: "This is the path you said without queuing?" ”

Wang Ran replied as a matter of course: "Yes! No queues! ”

Bai Fan glared and said, "But what about the road?" ”

Wang Ran replied without changing his face: "There is no road in the world, and when there are more people walking, it becomes a road!" Isn't it the road that you can cross, you won't be able to cross it, right? ”

Bai Fan said angrily: "Who said I can't turn over?" ”

Wang Ran asked rhetorically: "Then what are you not satisfied with?" ”

Don't wait in line √

Road √

Isn't it all there?

Bai Fan said in a deep voice: "Aren't you afraid that the Buddha will blame you?" ”

Wang Ran asked rhetorically, "How do you know that this is not the arrangement of the Buddha?" ”

With that, he jumped to his feet and grabbed the hospital wall.

"Don't bother!"

He sat down on the wall with his hands propped up, then leaned back against the wall and quickly disappeared from the white sail's field of vision.

Bai Fan hurriedly said: "Hey! Wait for me! ”

......

The plaque of Yong'an Temple was written by Liu Zongyuan, one of the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties, after the repair of the monks of the past dynasties, to the Ming Dynasty by the royal decree gilding, the market estimate of 30 million RMB.

Behind the plaque is a magnificent square square.

In the center of the square is an incense burner made of 9 tons of white copper, and tourists are willing to buy a stick of incense to worship when they see this incense burner, so that the smell of incense and candles in the air lingers for days.

Walking past the incense burner, you can see the resplendent Yongan Golden Pagoda, which houses 686 Buddha statues and countless treasures of Tantra, which are usually closed to tourists.

"I'm really tied to Q! This temple is too moated! Bai Fan was amazed by the scene in front of him, "Even the roof of the hall is gilded?" ”

Up to now, every hall they passed through was shining with golden light.

Wang Ran agreed: "The trench is inhumane! ”

Yong'an Temple accepts the incense offerings of Buddhists throughout the ages, the whole temple is worth more than 2 billion yuan, and the golden pagoda is said to hide rare relics, which is a priceless treasure!

But what's the use?

Wang Ran muttered: "The incense burner can't fulfill wishes, and the Buddha statue can't resolve suffering, faith is just an ethereal spiritual sustenance." ”

When the end came, how many people did this thousand-year-old temple shelter?

Not a single one!

The army that carried out the rescue operation did not even go in the direction of Yong'an Temple, because no one survived here, from the presiding officer to the believers, all of them died tragically without exception.

Bai Fan glanced at Wang Ran in surprise.

A gray-clothed monk walked towards Wang Ran: "All living beings are suffering, the Buddha is with me, and the only way to seek bliss is to cross by yourself." ”

Wang Ran bowed his head and said, "No offense." ”

The monk clasped his hands together: "It's okay! ”

Bai Fan asked, "Where can I go for a visa?" ”

The monk smiled peacefully.

"Please follow me."

The monk led Wang Ran and Bai Fan to a side hall, where many people gathered, all of whom came to ask for signs, and a huge transparent merit box was placed outside the hall.

The monk introduced: "It is free to ask for a sign and a settlement visa, and if you want, you can donate some incense, and you can donate more or less." ”

He turned and fetched a stick.

"Who's coming first?"

Wang Ran looked at Bai Fan.

Bai Fan stretched out his hand: "I'll come first!" ”

The monk shook the lottery holder a few times, and he said in a gentle tone: "Take a lottery intuitively, don't think." ”

Bai Fan nodded.

He pulled out a slip with four lines of small print written on it.

When the murder meets peace,

The well in the door is clear,

Prosperity is like the sun and the moon,

Yelang meets Wenxing.

Bai Fan stared at the lottery and looked at it, he seemed to think of something, and after a few seconds he handed it to the monk: "Trouble the master to unsign for me." ”

The monk took the sign and looked at it: "What do you want to ask?" ”

Bai Fan pondered: "I want to do something, this thing is a bit dangerous, I want to ask if this thing can be done." ”

Wang Ran looked up at the monk.

The monk picked up the sign and muttered: "A few years of traces in the rivers and lakes, fame and fortune are not in the road......"

Bai Fan's face darkened.

Although he doesn't know how to unsign,

But these two sentences are obviously not good words.

The monk's words changed: "Today, we meet the officials and nobles, and the spring is full of the imperial capital!" ”

Bai Fan was puzzled: "What do you mean?" ”

"What you're going to do is going to get in the way at first, and it can be hard to move and make you want to give up halfway." The monk solemnly said, "But you should use your wisdom and persevere to the end, and with the help of noble people, you will be able to succeed!" ”

Wang Ran's eyelids jumped wildly.

Bai Fan looked confused: "Noble help? ”

"Today, when we meet the official and noble, think carefully about what special people you have met in the past two days?" The monk whispered, "He may be your nobleman." ”

Special Someone......

Bai Fan thought for two seconds and turned his head to look at Wang Ran.