"It's not Xinpan."

On a simple folding table with a stack of nays on a black and yellow countertop, Lu Mingfei and Fingal sat on a blue plastic stool, looking at each other.

The stall is located outside, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of black dirt, which is a bit like oil seeping into the soil, and the soles of shoes are sticky when stepped on.

"Brother, do you want to change places?" Fingal opened his mouth and said that he was not interested in the food in front of him, and the dining environment made him want to leave quickly, "I invite you to eat the most authentic Indian food, three Michelin stars." ”

Lu Mingfei didn't answer him, but sniffed the cake with his nose and swallowed it in three or two bites.

"So delicious?" Fingal was a little unsure, "And you seem to know this aunt the same." ”

Fingal raised his chin and gestured to the woman who was making the cake, and whenever she rolled out the dough with her clay arms, Fingal always wanted to vomit.

The woman seemed to notice Fingal's gaze, and walked up to him and Lu Mingfei with a smile on her sallow black face and asked, "Huh?" ”

"What....."

"Enough to eat, thank you."

Without waiting for Fingal to answer, Lu Mingfei spoke, "You get busy first." ”

He gestured to the iron plate of the pancake and gestured to the woman.

Fingal suddenly realized that the woman was talking about eat.

"What are we going to do now?"

Unable to eat, Fingal could only ask.

"Wait." Lu Mingfei said, "This woman will have what we are looking for." ”

As soon as the words fell, a group of people surrounded Lu Mingfei and Fingal in the middle.

They were wearing very dirty yellow monk's robes, half-exposed, and their eyes were staring at the cake in Lu Mingfei's hand.

"Huijue let you come." Lu Mingfei said.

The monks looked at each other, they couldn't understand the language Lu Mingfei spoken.

"Brother, don't you know English?" Fingal poked Lu Mingfei, "Change your language." ”

"I don't know how to speak eagles." Lu Mingfei said, "There are people in Qingqiu. ”

"Don't be funny." Fingal patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, "You can hear Auntie's non-standard pronunciation just now." ”

"I didn't understand, I just understood what she meant, and the people who learned the scriptures couldn't understand the other party's words when they traveled west." Lu Mingfei said.

"Learner?" Fingal had in mind a monkey and a pig leading a white horse.

"Go back and tell Huijue that I am indeed ashamed of Zhengde Temple, but if he has trouble with Chen Yi, then I can only ask him to go to the Prison Heaven Division for the elderly." Lu Mingfei said to the group of Indian monks.

"Dude, I think they just like your cake." Fingal reminded in a low voice.

Only then did Lu Mingfei notice that these monks were oily, and their bodies smelled of sweat.

"It seems that it is the Five Wisdom Nyorai who have won the Rotten Heavenly Dao." Lu Mingfei said, as soon as the bread in his hand was put down, a monk immediately picked it up and began to eat it.

After a while, Fingal watched the group of monks go from house to house to perform Buddhist rituals, stretched out their hands, and each family took out some food or money and put it in their hands.

"I've heard for a long time that Indian monks are lazy to eat, but I didn't expect it to be true." Fingal said.

"They shouldn't have been like this before." Lu Mingfei said, "As far as I know, it's just helping married women." ”

As the two spoke, the monks lined up again and marched into the distance.

"Keep up."

Lu Mingfei got up and followed the monks, that direction should be Zhengde Temple, thinking that they were going back.

The two followed the monks to Qingtian Temple for a while, and seeing the monks walk in, Lu Mingfei was a little discouraged in his heart.

"Alas......"

Lu Mingfei's expression was a little embarrassed, he relied on divination just because he didn't want to face Zhengde Temple, when he fought against Chen Yi, Huijue didn't make a move, and he couldn't be sure of his attitude.

Later, he helped Wuzhi Rulai to kill his own identity of Xinpan, and now Zhengde Temple is no different from hostile forces.

"What are you sighing for?" Fingal asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing, you go in and find a monk named Huijue to have a look." Lu Mingfei said to Fingal.

"Huijue?" Fingal repeated the name, "Aren't you looking for Chen Yi?" ”

"If you want to go, you can go, and you will say that you are a person with a wise hand."

Lu Mingfei said that if Fingal did not come back, it would mean that Zhengde Temple had made up its mind.

"Okay." Fingal nodded, looked at the Buddhist temple in front of him and said, "Isn't it just a temple?" ”

Bang bang bang~

Fingal knocked on the doorknob and shouted, "Anyone?" ”

After a while, there was no answer inside, so he shook his head helplessly and pushed the door in.

When Fingal closed the door and looked back, he was a little confused by what was in front of him.

The strong, muscular monk was naked, with a chisel in his hand and kept carving something out of the big stone.

Behind the big stone, the four big characters of the Daxiong Treasure Hall are almost stuck to the clouds, and he is no different from ants in front of this building.

All the pillars and doors are as huge as if they have been magnified a hundredfold or even a thousand times.

"This can apply for the eighth wonder of the world, why didn't I find this hall outside just now." Fingal muttered, and then shouted, "Is Huijue there?" ”

"I'm a person with Hand Wisdom!"

"Amitabha." The old man's voice echoed in the main hall, unfathomable, "Since the donor is a person who is a senior disciple of Huiming, then please explain the intention." ”

"Senior brother?" When Fingal heard this, he felt that Lu Mingfei had come to find help.

"It's up to you whether you want to arrest me or kill me." Huijue said.

"Huh?" Fingal looked stunned, "He didn't tell me that. ”

"That's all killed?" Hui Jue walked out of the main hall, raised his eyes to Fingal and said, "It seems that the senior brother has made up his mind. ”

"Amitabha."

Huijue clasped his hands together, "I can't quit the donor, put down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha on the spot." ”

"What do you mean?"

Fingal tilted his head and asked, but the stone Buddha statues around him began to come to life.

The Buddhas, the size of a mountain, stood upright, their flesh covered with pustules of various sizes, some of which had cracked open as they got up, and the pus burrowed out along with the white columns.

Many insects crawled out of the white pillars, and they had limbs that resembled crab legs, like spiders with ladybug shells fastened.

"Grass, this mite is too big!"

Fingal said and began to step back, trying to leave the temple, but as soon as he touched the door, his hand suddenly retracted.

Because the door was warm, it was still crumpled.

When he looked back, the door had disappeared and been replaced by a pair of giant hands, and the wall had become an arm, leading up to the main hall.

"Amitabha." Huijue turned the beads and walked towards Fingal, and the big Buddhas followed.

"Bald donkey, are you going to play the void in death with me?" Fingal's shirt was stretched open by muscles, and a black-and-red knife appeared in his hand.

"Unfortunately, I brought a slashing knife with me."