It is a pity that the miracle of the frog turned prince did not appear.

He wore LEE's wide jeans, as if they had been stolen, and the slightly tight top not only did not form a chic layering with the jeans on the lower body, but looked extremely cheap.

I have to say that it is also a very rare trait to be able to wear big-name clothes at a good price with such a strong local atmosphere.

But in Lili's eyes, her lost son is very handsome and cute no matter what he wears.

"It's nice to look baby, let's go. ”

Zhang Lisheng is just a young man in a mountain village, and naturally he is even more beautiful and ugly, he nodded and followed Lili with the witch worm, and walked out of the hotel step by step.

Along the way, many guests and hotel employees have consciously or unintentionally glanced at Zhang Lisheng, who is not dressed properly and holding a big toad, but in this impetuous era when 'naked streets' can be called 'performance art', no one will pay too much attention to him.

The international standard for ID photos is nothing more than a two-inch bareheaded photo with a white or blue background.

Lili took Zhang Lisheng to find the photo studio called 'Beautiful Life' recommended by the hotel waiter, and spent the price of art photos to take only 20 or so headshots that looked plain.

But even though the difference between the photos and the photos was minimal, she still discussed with the photographer in front of the computer for a long time, and finally selected one and passed it to the US consulate in Chengdu.

The photographer who took the photo of Zhang Lisheng was a woman who was exquisitely dressed and not easy to see her age.

When Lili had just decided to spend a lot of money to take a perfect ID photo for her son, she was very enthusiastic to give her young customer who had been silent a sturdy folk backpack printed with the words "Beautiful Life", so that the mountain toad in Zhang Lisheng's arms had a place to live.

And when Lili and Zhang Lisheng were about to leave, they said with emotion: "Lili, I always thought that our Chinese mother was the mother who loved her children the most in the world.

But now, just from the small matter of taking an identity photo, I found that you love your children more than I do.

It seems that you Mi people will throw your children into society as soon as you turn eighteen years old, and the rumors that you don't care about them are not credible at all. ”

The woman's words inadvertently touched Lili's sensitive nerves, her face changed, and she said loudly: "Miss Zhao, the kind of woman you said who will throw away the child for no reason will not appear in the United States, but only on Mars."

Thank you for your service, see you again. Picked up Zhang Lisheng and walked out of the studio.

Only Miss Zhao, who was stunned, was stunned for a long time, and she couldn't come back to her senses.

The street was bustling with people, walking aimlessly for a while, Lili precipitated her emotions, regained her soft tone, and asked Zhang Lisheng: "Baby, the business has been done."

Now let's go find a tour guide, or go online to see what fun things are in Rongcheng?"

"I, I don't understand that. ”

"Child, you may not understand, but you should not be afraid to choose.

Tell Mom, are we going to get a tour guide or do we do it on our own?"

Zhang Lichang opened his mouth, and suddenly saw a bus with the words "Warm congratulations on the successful convening of the Annual Conference of the State Administration for Religious Affairs and the Seminar on Religious and Social Sciences in Qingyang Palace" on the body of the car.

"Can we go to Qingyang Palace, go by ourselves?" he blurted out.

"Of course you can baby, let's go. Hearing that her son made a choice with her own encouragement, Lily responded happily.

Qingyang Palace, the first Taoist temple in western Sichuan, is located in the southwest suburbs of Rongcheng, south of Wuhou Temple, east of Erxian Nunnery.

The Taoist Palace was built in Zhou, flourished in Shu Han, and was burned in the Wuhu Rebellion, and rebuilt in the Song Dynasty.

It has been successively named Qingyang, Qingyangguan, Xuanzhongguan, and the most lull is named 'Qingyang Palace', which can be said to be one of the oldest symbols of the Central Plains civilization invading Bashu.

Such a well-known scenic spot is naturally convenient, just find an enthusiastic pedestrian to ask, walk to the bus station, spend two yuan to take the car, and walk less than a mile, Zhang Lisheng and Lili, came to the outside of Qingyang Palace.

The time has come to about eleven o'clock at noon, and under the warm sunshine, there are many tourists inside and outside the palace.

On the nearby road, there are also many 'local' small traders and vendors who use red cloth to spread the ground, placing Taoist charms, money-making, or imitation peach wood swords, ghost exorcism bells and other utensils, shouting loudly for sale.

Looking up from the high steps, the mountain gate of Qingyang Palace is magnificent and solemn, the eaves overlap, the dragon and the tiger are attached to the pilasters, the golden horizontal plaque is hung in the middle, and the three words of "Qingyang Palace" are written on it.

Under the plaque, more than a dozen religious figures who had just attended the 'Annual Meeting of the State Administration for Religious Affairs of China' wore secular clothes, blended into the crowd, and looked condescendingly at the mundane world.

There is only a fat-headed and big-eared monk, but he wears a robe differently, and happily takes pictures with the tourists gathered around.

Seeing the monk with a fat expression and a photo with a young female tourist, not far away, a young woman wearing sportswear, with beautiful facial features and a pair of sword eyebrows, looked heroic, sneered and whispered: "Senior sister, look at the appearance of that Shi Yongxin's 'master'."

As for the vice president of the National Buddhist Association, I heard people say that the only scriptures he can recite are the words 'Amitabha'.

The presiding abbot of the Shaolin Temple, the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism, wore a gold-patterned robe, looked like an idiot, and took a photo with an underage girl wearing a miniskirt, which is also an unprecedented strange story of Zen Buddhism. ”

A red-clothed woman beside the Jianmei woman who looked ordinary, savored carefully, but was free and light, and was quiet to the extreme, smiled and said: "Senior sister, do you know the Tao, more than 30 years ago, the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism in your mouth was swept by the wave of red culture, and the monks in the temple were all vulgar, and they were scattered.

There are only three old and blind, deaf, and crippled old monks left, and this idiot-like Shi Yongxin, who has maintained Shaolin for thousands of years.

The old monk was unable to support himself, and Shi Yongxin, who was only a teenager at the time, dug potatoes to worship the Buddhist elder, and was criticized and tortured by the Red Guards of the same age.

But even after eight years, he would still face the west every morning and kneel down and recite the four words 'Amitabha' a hundred times.

He can only recite the four words 'Amitabha', which may not be stupid, but he can already understand the immeasurable true meaning of Buddhism from these four words.

I heard that this annual meeting can be so open and allow vendors to set up stalls and sell freely, which is also his proposal.

Transcendence and self-purification are certainly a kind of practice, but the great virtues of eminent monks who have great virtues and great freedoms in their hearts and enter the world to promote Buddhism are more worthy of respect. ”

"Senior sister, I didn't know what virtues he had before, but now I often see his news on the Internet.

Is it true that taking a few photos with people, gathering a few lay disciples who are skilled in kung fu and shaving their bald heads to perform at a Las Vegas casino, and fighting for the right to sell counterfeit goods on behalf of these villagers who bully and dominate the market?"

"Now is the era of science and technology where man will win over man, and even our disciples of the Heavenly Daoist Temple are on the Internet, so if you can make millions of laypeople think of Buddhism in their hearts, isn't it still to promote Buddhism?" the woman in red sighed and said with a wry smile.

The sword-eyed girl was unconvinced, but she was speechless, and was hesitating, but suddenly saw Zhang Lisheng, who was carrying a backpack, walking up the steps of Qingyang Palace.

As a first witch, Zhang Lisheng is like a humanoid monster surrounded by dim black smoke in the sun, and the backpack behind her is even more black like ink, which is more conspicuous.

"Teacher, senior sister, Lang Lang Qiankun actually has 'witches' mixed in with the tourists and forced their way into Qingyang Palace.

This is only one step away from the place where Zhuge Wuhou sacrificed more than 1,000 years ago, and it is the era of science and technology, which is too much to say.

Strike first, and wait for me to destroy him..."The sword-eyebrow girl's face showed excitement, she raised her hand, grabbed a purple talisman, and whispered eagerly.

"Stop, there are too many tourists here, everything is careful. The woman in red stopped the girl and admonished with a solemn face.

As she spoke, the red-clothed woman's thin ears trembled slightly, and soon after, she breathed a sigh of relief and said again: "That person is not from our Chinese, he speaks English, and it seems that he is a tourist who traveled abroad with his mother."

Since we are foreigners, everything is unwilling. ”

"It's not us Chinese, but, but his magic power looks extremely pure, how can he be a foreigner..."

"In the Yuan Dynasty, there were cavalry troops who inadvertently traveled to the Americas along the frozen ocean and multiplied into Indians, among which the shamans who accompanied the army to fight passed down witchcraft.

There is also the technique of witch doctors in Haiti, Africa, which also implies with our Chinese witchcraft, that humanity is the most mysterious in heaven and earth, and what is impossible to happen. ”

"But, but that person looks like a Sichuan person..."

"The origins of the Americas are complex, and it is possible to spread witchcraft indiscriminately.

Those who can practice are one in a thousand, and they must also be determined, and we, the authentic and famous families of China, are gradually no longer picking fat and thin, not to mention those foreign ghosts. ”

"Hehe, senior sister didn't expect you to be called a ghost too. ”

"Don't pick on my language disease, junior sister, you remember carefully, the sage Zhuge Wuhou Taoist martial arts are the best in the world, thousands of years ago he killed hundreds of Miao Yi people, wiped out thousands of villages, and made up the story of the big boss of Miao Wei with seven captures and seven releases, but even so, it still can't eradicate the Wudao Sichuan lineage.

This is true of all the sages, let alone us.

Don't rush into trouble and make a rash decision, otherwise it will be a big mistake, and even the teacher may be implicated, especially now in the era of technology and the Internet..."

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