Ye Qinghuan realized that he probably said the wrong thing, so he changed the topic, "Auntie's feet are okay, right?" Why don't you let my senior brother carry it on his back, let's just go to Famen Temple for a stroll, along the way. ”

Hui Niang was a little embarrassed, "Won't it be too troublesome for Engong......"

But her mother's foot did sprain, and she really didn't know what to do.

In the end, Lin Qingyu carried the sprained foot on her back and followed behind Lin Qingyu and Hui Niang.

"Why did they hear the bell just now, they were all in such a hurry to go up the mountain."

"It's the abbot's lecture that has begun, those who go in to listen to the scriptures will issue a number, Famen Temple receives a limited number of pilgrims every day, and if you can't get a number, you can't get in, you can only wait for tomorrow."

Hunger marketing is also engaged!

"Won't you be able to get in today?"

"There are not many people going up the mountain today, and the trumpet must not have been sent out yet."

It didn't take long for a few people to arrive.

There is an ancient building standing in the mountains, with golden glazed tiles, vermilion walls, and majestic gatehouses. On the door, the three red gold characters of "Famen Temple" are eye-catching.

Ye Qinghuan looked thoughtfully at the golden thread wrapped around his fingers, and it pointed straight at the gate of Famen Temple.

I don't know if the demon Dao hid here in a hurry, or if this Famen Temple is his lair.

There were two Zhike monks standing at the door, and when they saw a group of four of them, the older monk sent two numbers to Ye Qinghuan and Hui Niang respectively.

Since Ye Qinghuan followed Hui Niang and the others to enter through the main gate openly, he took over the number naturally.

Hui Niang accepted the number and stuffed the money into the merit box next to her.

Ye Qinghuan: ......

If you don't do anything at the door, you will collect the money.

What is this, the registration fee?

Ye Qinghuan pretended not to see it, and walked in with his hands behind his back.

The two monks were stunned, they probably saw such a person for the first time, and the people who came here all had something to ask for, and the people who usually picked it up again could be generous when they entered the temple, but this little woman ......

By the time they came to their senses, the four of them had already walked away.

At this time, you can't catch up and ask for money, originally the sesame oil money in this merit box is voluntary.

One monk shook his head, "I'm still too young to be knowledgeable." ”

Another monk said, "It's okay, senior brother, she will always pay for it in the end." ”

There is no woman who will not pay for the goddess of mercy in the temple of sending her son.

A gold plaque is hung in the middle of the lintel of each Buddha hall, and the door is carved with exquisite patterns, which is magnificent.

Walking into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, you will see three big Buddha statues, with your chest exposed, sitting cross-legged on your knees, your hands folded, and your face smiling, vivid.

Walking through the Daxiong Hall is the Tuas Hall, where the Thousand Hands and Thousand Eyes are enshrined in Guanyin.

Behind the hall is the lecture hall, Hui Niang and her mother are in a hurry to go over, Ye Qinghuan and Lin Qingyu send them over.

The lecture hall is not big, it is already full of people, and it happens that the old woman's legs and feet are inconvenient, so Hui Niang supports her to sit at the end.

On the lotus platform at the front sat a white-faced and beardless monk, very handsome, unable to see his age, his voice was gentle and bewitching, and the women in the audience listened to it as if they were fascinated.

He should be Master Yanqing.

Ye Qinghuan stared at him tightly for a while, but he didn't see anything, and he felt no different from ordinary Buddhist cultivation.

His gaze was as warm as water, and when he touched Ye Qinghuan's obviously provocative gaze, he smiled with his fingers.

Lin Qingyu was uncomfortable sitting in the pile of women, he looked at Master Yanqing with great admiration, he could deal with so many women, he was worthy of being a high monk!