"It's not."

"Yes."

Yan Shuyuan and Zhang Wanmo's tones were actually inconsistent this time, and I glanced at them and felt a little embarrassed.

"Host, we're just shopping and seeing a temple here, we'll just come in and have a look."

"Okay, then you go around, I'm going to clean the Buddha statue." The host bowed again before leaving.

"You say, could that ghost be this monk's apprentice?" Looking at the back of the host, I asked.

"No, the compass shows that the ghost is inside the temple." The compass in Yan Shuyuan's hand was still turning.

The three of us split up in order to be able to find the ghost faster.

But the place of the temple is just like that, and it has turned around two or three times, not to mention the ghosts, and I haven't even seen a single figure.

"No, that's what it's showing." Zhang Wanmo scratched his head.

"We all overlooked one thing at first, didn't we?" I suddenly said, "This is a temple, can ghosts come in?" Maybe it's around here, not inside the temple? ”

"It's true that ordinary ghosts can't enter the temple, but this temple is sparsely populated, how many people can come in to worship? There is not much Buddha light in the temple without enshrinement, and the ghosts in the tomb mountain are not ordinary ghosts. Yan Shuyuan's voice was heavy, "Even if you don't believe Zhang Wanmo, don't you still believe in me and my compass?" ”

Here it is again, and the feeling that Yan Shuyuan was affected by the fragments is here again.

I took one look at him and was relieved to see that he was studying his compass carefully, and his eyes didn't fall on me.

"It's true that Young Master Yan said so." Zhang Wanmo nodded approvingly, "The point is, now we haven't found the ghost, so, where is the ghost?" ”

We were standing outside in the open space discussing when a young man in a monk's robe walked in with a bamboo basket on his back.

"How do you know I'm here?"

Unexpectedly, this little monk was actually Ge Mingyi!

The Maoshan Taoist priest who has some relationship with Zhang Wanmo.

No, isn't he a Taoist priest of Maoshan? How did you become a monk in this temple?

"Ge Mingyi? Why are you here? Zhang Wanmo looked at the little bald head in front of him in surprise, "You were expelled from the sect to become a monk?" ”

"Nope." Ge Mingyi shook his head, "I just came out to experience life." ”

A Maoshan Taoist priest went to the temple to be a monk to experience life?

It's also the first time I've seen it.

"Are you here?" Ge Mingyi looked at us.

"I've found traces of ghosts here, how long have you been here? Did you find anything? ”

"No, let's not say that this is a temple, where do ordinary ghosts dare to come in, and then I am guarding here, if there are powerful ghosts, I would have been destroyed a long time ago, can I still wait for you to come?"

What Ge Mingyi said is not unreasonable.

But the formation shows that the ghost is here, and Yan Shuyuan's compass is also moving, how can this be explained?

"That's right." Zhang Wanmo nodded. "Can you place an order in this temple?"

"Okay, what, are you going to stay with me for two days? I remember you also went to school to experience life? ”

"Hey, isn't this a weekend?" Zhang Wanmo and Ge Mingyi walked in front with their shoulders hooked.

Yan Shuyuan and I followed slowly.

Although our school is on holiday, there is only one day off today, and this temporary stay is too sudden.

However, I think Zhang Wanmo wants to stay, naturally there is a reason for him.

Luckily, it's not too far from the school, and we wouldn't be late if we had asked Duai to pick us up tomorrow morning.

The dormitory building in the temple is relatively large, with a total of three floors, and the lower two floors are occupied by the monks of the temple, although there are only two now.

There is only the third floor, which is used to place orders and live for overnight stayers.

The room was basic, with only a wooden bed and a solid wood bedside table.

The three of us had rooms all together.

After arranging us, Ge Mingyi hurriedly took the things in the back basket to the kitchen.

Fortunately, he went out to buy three days' worth of food at a time, otherwise we wouldn't have eaten at noon.

And there are only three dishes, which are still vegan.

I don't have anything to do, just Zhang Wanmo and Yan Shuyuan, the two young men, when they are growing up, where can they not eat meat, and in the afternoon, the two of them are already hungry.

Yan Shuyuan had no choice but to call Du Ai to bring some food.

I had nothing to do and went to the courtyard below.

The host was reciting Buddhist scriptures, and Ge Mingyi was wiping the Buddha statue in the main hall with a cloth.

The Buddha statue in the main hall is dedicated to a painted Shakyamuni, who sits on the lotus platform, holds the meditation seal, is decorated with snail hair, and the details under the bent eyebrows are slightly drooping, and the face is dignified and loving.

The collar is exquisitely carved and bare-chested, and the lower body is dressed in a skirt, mostly gold and pink.

There is a slight strangeness in the solemnity.

"Chen Xing, can you ask for a signature?" Maybe I stood for a long time and attracted Ge Mingyi's attention.

"Where can I ask for a signature?" I'm a little curious.

There is no difference between asking for a sign and telling a hexagram, I used to be curious and asked Zhang Wanmo to calculate it for me, but Zhang Wanmo said that he was first, but he was incapacitated, and second, for people like us who are different from ordinary people, hexagrams are not allowed.

Because what we encountered was not an ordinary thing, so the hexagram at that time was just one word, chaotic.

I didn't expect Ge Mingyi to ask me to ask for a signature.

"You first go to the side to burn a stick of incense, then put change into the merit box, and then sincerely bow down, tell the Buddha your needs and wishes, and then pick up the stick holder and shake it, the sign that belongs to you will fall out, and then I will help you unsign it."

In front of the Buddha statue, there are three futons on the ground, all of which are brand new.

I did as Ge Mingyi said.

He lit the incense with a lantern next to it, inserted it into the incense burner, put two yuan of change into the merit box, and knelt on the futon.

My current needs and desires are to be able to catch all the ghosts in the grave as soon as possible, disconnect from Yan Shuyuan, and return to my slightly more normal life in the future.

After thinking about it, I picked up the stick holder on the ground.

Maybe my heart was sincere enough, or maybe my goal was too clear, so I shook it, and a stick fell out of the holder.

"Yo, it's pretty fast." Ge Mingyi also heard the voice, put down the rag in his hand and walked over, "Come, I'll show you." ”

He followed the number on the signature and took the note of designing.

"I'll see for myself." I reached out and took the note, and walked out of the hall.

Chaochao is just like a flower-picking bee, flying out of the southwest and going east; There is nowhere to find the flowers in spring, and this heart does not change its old whereabouts.

This is the verse on the signature, where will I really unsign, it's just that I don't want to expose my signature to Ge Mingyi.