Yan Zhen remembered that she had heard about Fahua Temple from the mouths of the two people today, and she made a decision: "I'll go to meet that temple." ”

When Yan Zhen came out of the house with his bag, Fu Yan had already parked the car at the gate.

It's not easy to take a taxi on this section, Yan Zhen directly opened the car door and got in: "Mr. Fu, please send me to a good place to take a taxi." ”

Fu Yan didn't speak, and the car started slowly.

Yan Zhen only felt sleepy, and planned to lean back on the chair and take a nap.

Unexpectedly, when she opened her eyes again, it was already sunset outside the car window.

She got out of the car in a daze, yawned as she stood in front of the maroon red gate, rubbed her swollen eyes, and slowly focused.

The three words 'Fahua Temple' came into her eyes.

The sunset on the horizon is bright and dazzling, and the orange glow envelops the old Hokke Temple.

Tomorrow and tomorrow are not yet dark, but the temple is lit up, and the yellow lanterns are rhythmically swaying in the breeze.

Yan Zhen looked at the mottled gate and the painted exterior wall, and felt a little strange in his heart.

The master in this temple has a lot of fees, how can he run the temple into a crumbling and dangerous building?

One of them was particularly black, as if it had been burned by fire after experiencing the revenge of the enemy.

It's just such a temple, but it's full of incense.

Yan Zhen looked at the endless stream of pilgrims, she closed her eyes and felt the aura around her, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's really a treasure of feng shui, the most suitable for cultivating the mind and asking." ”

"If you don't go in again, it'll be dark."

Fu Yan raised his legs and walked towards the temple, the steps under his feet that had been stepped on by countless people were blackened, and the open jujube red gate was like a beast with fangs, as if people would be eaten when they walked in.

The two of them walked into the door, Yan Zhen couldn't help but tremble, and felt a cold aura hit her, pouring into her body continuously.

Although Fu Yan walked in front, his attention still stayed on Yan Zhen's body, and he found that she seemed to be a little scared, so he took two steps back, reached out and grabbed her hand: "What are you doing with it?" Forgot what we're here for? ”

"It's so cold in this place."

Yan Zhen did not refuse Fu Yan's kindness, and the two walked to the Daxiong Treasure Hall together, and found a young monk to lead the way.

The little monk led them to a courtyard, and in the distance they saw an old monk sitting on a wicker chair with his eyes closed and his face covered with a scripture under a Bodhi tree.

"Master Changxin, there are two donors looking for you."

With the little monk's announcement, the rattan chair stopped shaking, and the book covering his face was finally slowly taken down.

The old monk squinted at Yan Zhen with a pair of eyes, and his angle was backlit.

When he finally saw the appearance of the visitor, he was so frightened that he immediately got up from the wicker chair, didn't say anything, and ran away.

Because I ran too fast, I also dropped a shoe.

Seeing the appearance of a debt collector, the little monk looked a little confused, she turned around and asked Yan Zhen weakly: "Do the two donors have a grudge against Master Changxin?" Are you here to collect debts? ”

"I wasn't sure before, but now I'm sure!" The fist on Yan Zhen's side clenched: "We have come from afar, and we are bound to fight with that Changxin Mage." ”

When the little monk heard this, he sighed softly: "The donor's surname is Yan?" ”