Chen Jiayan muttered, I suspected that I had a delusion.

Taoist temple transfer?

Why do you take the Taoist priest with you?

What kind of operation is this out of the sky?

Chen Jiayan turned his head to look at me: "Can the Taoist temple still be transferred?"

"Haven't heard of me." For a moment, I just couldn't laugh or cry: "Maybe I'm short-sighted, right?"

For a while, I was a little unsure about this concept of inspiration.

Let's not say that the temple can be transferred, just talking about such a prosperous incense, it shouldn't be reduced to the point of transfer, right?

Soon, the fortune teller rushed to the mountain gate and shook my hand excitedly.

"Little fairy, you're here!"

I looked him up and down and slowly pulled my hand back.

"What do you call you?"

"The surname is Zhang, Zhang Ben."

I nodded to myself, "You did everything I asked you to do?"

"Look."

Zhang Ben took out a half-burned lantern from his pocket and handed it to me.

"Little fairy, there's something I don't quite understand."

I fiddled with the lantern back and forth, and replied, "You ask."

"This lantern is also a candle after all, is it possible that it was blown out by the wind?"

I slowly raised my head and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

An embarrassed smile appeared on Zhang Ben's face: "Don't get me wrong."

"I'm curious."

I pointed to the upper edge of the lantern and whispered, "The principle of this shape is modeled after the death of the air."

The wind is dead, it is the lamp used by the emperor in the past, cylindrical, the wind cannot be extinguished, and the rain cannot be wet.

Together with the horse lantern during the Republic of China, it is also made with reference to the dead wind.

The lanterns are all enshrined in the main hall, and even if there is wind, it cannot be blown out.

"Only when it encounters yin qi will the everlasting light go out."

I pointed the lamp at the sun: "Look in this, there is ......."

"Huh?"

As I looked at the sun, I suddenly noticed something strange.

The ever-bright lamp is made of clear oil, and is soaked in sour vinegar, under the irradiation of the sun, it should be like jade, like jelly.

But the one in my hand sinks to the top, and the middle is muddy.

It's lard!

In the years when Chen Changming just eloped with broken shoes, my poor family fell off scum.

I can only eat a bowl of lard bibimbap during the Chinese New Year, so I have a deep affection for this thing.

You can't go wrong!

Zhang Ben looked up at the lamp in my hand and asked stupidly, "What's in this?"

"Where did this lamp come from?"

Zhang Ben retracted his gaze and replied with some confusion, "I was invited from the Taoist temple."

"It cost me 600 bucks."

"Huh?"

The price made me raise my tone: "600?"

"yes, 666."

Standing at the door of the Taoist temple, I held this long-lasting lamp that lost my conscience, and my anger was mixed with speechlessness.

"I called Ji Canghai?"

Chen Jiayan whispered softly on the side, temporarily suppressing my anger.

I looked at her with some confusion: "What are you looking for Erhai?"

"Smash this temple."

Chen Jiayan's understatement made me widen my eyes.

"Smashing the Taoist Temple? Are you crazy?"

"You still know you can't smash it?" Chen Jiayan glanced at me: "Then you are still fierce."

I quickly cleared my throat to hide my gaffe.

I put the lantern in my pocket and whispered, "Take me inside."

Zhang Ben's face was pale, and he looked at me with a little pleading: "That, then what about me......

"What are you afraid of?"

I took a loud step, "I'm standing here, and I'll see which blind one dares to hit me?"

Chen Jiayan strode after him and said in a low voice, "This is Mo Nan, don't make trouble."

I immediately paused and turned to look at her, "You think I'm nosy, too?"

"No, I'm worried about you."

I flipped my backpack upside down: "My rice bowl was given by Sanqing Ye, and now this group of people is disgusting my ancestors with lard, you make me stare at it?"

However, this is not a group fight, it is not a fight with many people and hard fists.

Besides, Chen Jiayan is still by my side, and if a conflict really breaks out, I may not take advantage.

Let's take a look at this first!

The further I went, the more strange I felt.

The incense of this mountain gate is flourishing, but the door frame of the Sanqing Hall has been hung with spider webs, and a thin layer of ash has been poured on the futon.

Look at it like this, not to mention that there are no pilgrims coming to the door, it is estimated that there are no people who even clean!

Damn it.

Standing in front of the Sanqing statue, I couldn't help but feel resentful.

At this moment, a Taoist priest-like figure passed by me and made a decent slap.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, I look at the appearance of the donor, I should want to ask for directions."