The area of Fuzhao Temple is very large.

As the owner of the restaurant where he ate at noon said, they took over the entire hill and built a temple.

Bypassing the side hall and Luohan Hall on the west side, a tall banyan tree appears in front of visitors.

It's not a small one, but a leafy tree that has grown into a "one-tree forest".

Someone asked in confusion: "Aren't the temples generally planted with Bodhi, ginkgo biloba, and the like......?" ”

Some people also replied: "Maybe it is easier for such a big banyan tree to hang red cloth strips for blessings, you see, isn't it a lot of hanging?" ”

It's a lot, it's a lot to see that it's dense and all red, when the wind blows, the red moves with the wind, and it looks pretty during the day, like red rain.

“…… Are you sure? Wei Wenxue asked with difficulty, "Mr. An, do you think this looks good?" ”

"Really?" An Xiangwen muttered, "Red with green is actually pretty good. ”

It's too dense, it's really too dense.

In Bai Su's eyes, the red cloth strips are so dense that they will knot each other if they are not careful, and some have even accumulated into a piece, forming a large weight and bending the banyan branches.

This brings the strip of cloth closer to the ground and can be touched by a person passing through it from below.

And he thinks...... The red strip of cloth has an unusual meaning.

Bai Su walked to the place where the red cloth strips were sold, scooped up a strip of cloth and twisted it on his fingertips, and then he looked at the table that provided pen and ink for people to write.

"Fragrant ......" The black-haired young man's lips moved.

An Xiangwen, who bought a strip of red cloth and was about to write about his expectations for finding a job after he went back, turned his head: "Brother Bai, did you say something just now?" ”

The white su, who was being watched, covered his mouth as if yawning.

Then he lowered his hand, and there seemed to be nothing missing in his hand: "I said that this ink smells good." ”

An Xiangwen nodded in agreement: "Yes, there may be special ingredients, Brother Bai, don't you pray for blessings?" ”

"Pray." Bai Su casually bought two strips of red cloth and lined up behind the humans waiting to write.

An Xiangwen saw that Bai Su bought two and quipped: "Did you write it for Sister Wang?" ”

Bai Su didn't expect that human beings would want to go over there, and after a pause, he responded: "Yes, Mu Ying asked me to help her grandmother pray for blessings." ”

Bai Su answered freely.

In fact, there is also this matter, when Bai Su asked Wang Muying about her senior sister two days ago, the human girl said something about her grandmother.

She said that if she could, she would ask Bai Su to help write one.

So, is he going to help?

Bai Su was thinking, and from the bottom of his heart, he felt that the human girls were all his fans, so why bother to ask others.

But considering that she was the initiator of her grandmother's affairs...... Why don't you help write it?

After thinking about it, the team lined up An Xiangwen, and he finished writing what he asked for with a few strokes, and quickly gave up his position to Bai Su.

"Brother Bai, I'll hang up first, and we'll gather outside later!" The humans ran away as they spoke, blending in with the crowd of tourists.

Bai Su snorted lazily, and then spread out a strip of red cloth, and the other one was put in his pocket.

Anyway, the monks here will sell it out, and they don't care if you write it or not, or take it to other places.

- Only the red cloth strip hanging on the banyan tree of Fuzhaoji Temple and writing prayers is effective.

Therefore, taking away the strips of red cloth without it may even attract bad things.

It's not good to refer to ordinary humans, Bai Su thinks that he may be able to wait for a takeout meal himself.

Bai Su stood in front of the table and held the brush and leaned over slightly.

To be honest, he doesn't know how to write calligraphy.

The original humans can't, and he hasn't learned it, so it's almost the same to let him draw ghost talismans.

The fingertips pressed twice on the barrel of the pen, rubbing against the smooth surface, Bai Su confirmed something, and raised his head slightly.

"Is the material of the pen barrel the banyan tree?" He asked the monk sitting at the table.

The monk, who had been dozing off a little, woke up from his sleepiness when he heard the question, he touched his bald head and nodded: "Yes, you guessed it accurately." ”

The monk asked how Bai Su found out, but without waiting for Bai Su to answer, he took it upon himself to introduce the pen and ink used in their temple, which were all homemade, and the materials used were also taken from the temple, which was different from the outside world.

"The banyan tree used for the pen barrel, and the pen hair is also used by the animals raised in the temple." After the monk's introduction, before sitting back and dozing off, he made a suggestion to Bai Su, "It is best to write a prayer and write the payment, so that it will be more effective." ”

Seeing Bai Su looking at him, the monk explained, "This is convenient for the Buddha to find Ling quickly." ”

Find ...... "you".

Bai Su didn't think it would be a good thing to be found.

Seeing that the monk sat back and fell asleep, and the people in line behind him were also a little urging, Bai Su picked up the pen.

As mentioned earlier, he is not good at calligraphy, and he doesn't have any specific wishes, but the posture is all set, and Bai Su has written two strokes.

I don't know what animal is stained with black ink, and the tip of the pen is drawn on the red cloth, drawing a zigzag line.

The people in line behind Bai Su waited a little anxiously, and the male tourist stood on tiptoe, trying to peek at what Bai Su wrote at his height.

The human's gaze had just crossed the shoulders of the black-haired youth, and he was greeted by several strange symbols.

Just as the male tourist wanted to take a closer look, he saw the ink marks of those strange symbols swimming, and suddenly his eyes went black, and his ears buzzed.

After finishing the writing, Bai Su folded the red cloth, and as soon as he stood up straight, he heard a commotion from the crowd queuing behind him.

He turned to see the male tourist in line behind him with glazed eyes, his mouth mechanically opening and closing, and the man falling stiffly backwards, pressing down on the person.

“…… Quick, someone here is fainting! ”

The tourists in the rear hurriedly pulled out the innocent person who was suppressed, and as for the male tourist who was obviously distracted, soon there were monks who gathered to check on the situation.

They lay the male tourist flat, pulled his eyelids away, pinched his cheek, and even listened to his heartbeat.

All life characteristics are normal, but the male tourist is like a demon, confused, and does not respond no matter how many people shout.

Not long after, the companion of the male tourist squeezed through the crowd and followed the monk for a while, but could not wake up the male tourist.

The monk had no choice but to say, "Then you can carry him with me to the place where the people live behind, and I will ask the abbot what to do." ”

The monk said that the abbot might have a way to solve the nightmare, and if it really didn't work, he would be sent down the mountain.

The male tourist's companion said yes again and again, and several people worked together to carry the male tourist away.

When the others were far away, Bai Su heard a human whisper.

"It's good that they can meet the abbot of Fuzhao Temple like this."

Bai Su glanced at the person who spoke.

Is...... Twisted thoughts.