Chapter 122: Signed

Bai Su bowed his head in satisfaction.

"Alright." He clapped his hands and turned around as if he had accomplished some task, "Where next?" ā€

An Xiangwen was also shocked by Bai Su's almost jumping face, he hurriedly glanced at the monk twice, confirmed that the other party was not angry, and quickly led Bai Su away from this area.

Wei Wenxue, who followed closely behind, owed the monk, took the remaining unlit incense, and ran away.

The open space platform in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall was very large, and they quickly came to the left half, bypassing the incense burner and the tripod that had just burned incense.

With the same arrangement, there are still many tourists.

An Xiangwen saw that he couldn't see the monk in front of him, so he exhaled: "I'm scared to death, I always feel that Brother Bai, if you continue to talk about it, you will jump in the minefield." ā€

Bai Su didn't understand why humans were so nervous.

He opened his eyes and asked, "Did I do anything?" ā€

An choked up and explained, "This is the territory of the human temple...... This kind of manifestation like incense is generally disrespectful to faith, or it is a calamity. "Looking at Bai Su's first incense action, it's very close to the first possibility!

Bai Su listened and moved his wrist: "They shouldn't be able to beat me." ā€

Wei Wenxue complained: "Mr. Bai, this is not a problem that you can't beat, right...... In a place like a temple, it's better to be gregarious. ā€

Seeing the black-haired young man looking at her, the flax-haired girl had no choice but to say more: "It would be very unreasonable for especially devout believers to be angry." ā€

Bai Su tilted his head: "What Miss Wei said is like having experienced it." ā€

Unexpectedly, the topic suddenly turned to herself, Wei Wenxue coughed twice, and hurriedly explained: "Society...... When I was doing a social internship, I went down to the community, and I happened to see it, and it was probably ...... There was a grandmother who had to burn incense in the community, but the other residents disagreed, so they quarreled. ā€

"That's—" Bai Su dragged out a long voice.

Wei Wen's snow-gray black eyes widened and tightened, and she tightened her grip on the handle of the box, the soles of her feet already pressed back, ready to step back if something was wrong.

She really wondered if the black-haired young man knew something, and felt that since she had finished lunch, the other party's gaze on her had a strange color.

However, Bai Su didn't say anything: "Thank you, Miss Wei, for reminding me." ā€

He let go of the flaxen-haired girl who looked a little apprehensive because of his elongated tone.

He took the map he received at the entrance of the mountain gate from An Xiangwen, looked down at it, and then pointed to a certain place and said: "Here, I read it on the Internet, saying that you must participate in the prayer here, and you will pass by first to ask for a lot, or you can go and ask for it." ā€

"What does Miss Wei think?"

"Go...... Go ahead. ā€

Once again, the apparent harmony was maintained.

……

When I look at this temple on the Internet, I can only search for praise from the sky, saying that it is effective and useful, and there are few bad reviews.

After entering the Fuzhao Temple, the structure of the Daxiong Treasure Hall is quite regular, there are halls with small towers, and all the monks are in order.

The three of them did not enter the Daxiong Hall to see the Buddha again, but only glanced at the most eye-catching golden statue in the center from the outside.

It is still not the appearance of the common Buddha, and asking is the characteristic of Fuzhao Temple.

However, those tourists believed it, and few of them objected.

An Xiangwen: "Speaking of which, what about the devout believers I saw when I climbed the mountain? ā€

Wei Wenxue: "What? ā€

An Xiangwen: "When I was at the observation deck, I told Brother Bai that they were so tired that they couldn't stop, saying that they worked too hard, who knew that they would be stared at......"

Wei Wenxue: "...... With all due respect, Mr. An, you're no better than Mr. Bai, are you?? ā€

An Xiangwen: "Don't scold, don't scold, change your words and leave!" But isn't that big in this temple...... Why don't you see people? ā€

Bai Su: "Go to the back." ā€

An Xiangwen: "What? ā€

Bai Su raised his head from the posture recorded in the notebook, and pointed in the direction of the back of the matching hall: "Over there, behind." ā€

An Xiangwen looked over inexplicably, but he couldn't see it very clearly across the Daxiong Treasure Hall: "Did Brother Bai see it?" ā€

Bai Su did not affirm or deny, and continued to write on the paper.

An Xiangwen didn't get an answer, so he craned his head and leaned over curiously, but he didn't get too close, and even stood on tiptoe to make a little further distance.

Enshrine the statue...... Build...... Classification of believers......

Because of the distance, An Xiangwen glanced at the words of the fragment, and saw that this made his neck shrink, stand back in place, and not squeak.

Alas, Brother Bai, he actually ......

The curly-haired young man pinched his chin, his face was sad, he didn't know what he was thinking, and that state of distraction made Wei Wenxue look this way twice.

Wei Wenxue: What's wrong with these two men?

Bai Su was writing, An Xiangwen was in a daze, and they had been standing in the place where they were asking for a sign for a while, and now it was their turn, and there was no movement, and it was estimated that the people in line behind them would have opinions.

There was no way, the flaxen-haired girl could only step forward by herself, took out three people's money from her waist bag, and slapped it on the table.

She will definitely be reimbursed when she goes back, absolutely!

Wei Wenxue puffed up her face and said, "Ask for a signature, three people." ā€

The impatient monk's face changed a little better, and he quickly accepted the money and asked, "What do you ask?" ā€

Wei Wenxue said that she asked about her fortune, and the others looked back at the two behind her.

An Xiangwen withdrew from his thoughts, thought for a while, and said, "Ask for a job, you have to find a job when you go back...... Hey, isn't what Miss Wei is asking about work? ā€

Wei Wenxue was stunned for a moment, saying that she would think about her work when she would pray for blessings, and her financial luck would include her work.

On the other side, Bai Su finally finished writing his notes, stuffed the notebook into his bag, and replied, "Ask about the fortune of the last two days." ā€

Wei Wenxue's lottery is a Zhongping sign, and An Xiangwen's is a Zhongji sign, although it is not the best, but it is acceptable.

On the contrary, Bai Su looked at the sign at the end of the sign and raised his eyebrows.

Sign it down...... It's kind of interesting.

What kind of situation does he encounter that can be called the fortune of the next sign?

The monk next to him saw that the opportunity to do business was coming, so he pretended to be unpredictable and beckoned them to come over: "This benefactor, do you need to unsign the sign, I can tell you how to turn evil into good fortune." ā€

Faced with the invitation of the human monk, Bai Su flipped his wrist and put the signature away.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "No, I think I can solve it." ā€

When the monk saw that he couldn't make any money, he immediately leaned back on the back of the chair, and the person became drowsy again, looking very snobbish.

There are quite a few such monks in the temple,

The three of them left from the place where they asked for a signature, and An Xiangwen was relieved: "It's okay Brother Bai, this kind of signature is generally psychological. ā€

"Really?" Bai Su's fluttering voice came from the front, "But I think the worst will really happen." ā€

What's the situation? I don't know, it won't be worse than revealing the identity of the monster anyway.