Zhao Mingxuan sent his relatives to pick up Ji Xiaoduo and go to Baiyun Mountain to enjoy the flowers.

Mother Sai naturally didn't allow it, and hurriedly urged Ji Xiaoduo to dress up, "Don't let Lord Zhao wait for a long time." ”

Ji Xiaoduo is a little strange.

Zhao Mingxuan is not a literati, he has always been very direct, and coming to her is that kind of thing, why do you suddenly want to go to enjoy some flowers inexplicably?

Besides, his good days are set, but it's next month. Even if taking a concubine is just a trivial matter, he doesn't have to worry about it personally, but after all, he is marrying a little lady of the Liu family, so what's the matter with taking a prostitute to enjoy the flowers at this time?

And the day before yesterday, I brought Zhao Mingrong to confront her.

Thinking about Zhao Mingrong again that day, what did he say about leaving his soul...... Ji Xiaoduo smacked her lips and asked Sai's mother: "What famous temples are there on this Baiyun Mountain?"

"Our most famous Wangyun Temple in Shaozhou is in Baiyun Mountain, and it is the most effective. ”

"Compared to the horse goddess?"

Before Ji Xiaoduo's words fell, Sai's mother was about to cover her mouth, "Don't talk nonsense, what is Ma Shenpo? Dare to compare with the monks of Wangyun Temple? Not to mention the side, the monks give porridge and medicine every year, and there are countless living people, which is immeasurable merit, what evil devils and ghosts dare to do in front of the monks of Wangyun Temple?"

Ji Xiaoduo let out a sigh of understanding.

It seems that the flower viewing is just an excuse, but in fact, I want to take her to this Wangyun Temple, right?

Ji Xiaoduo asked again: "Then why didn't we invite these monks here before?"

"Who are we? What kind of place is this? How can we be qualified to invite Buddhist monks?" Mama Sai sighed, she thought too. But this kind of filth, the monks are afraid that they will have to walk around even passing by.

Ji Xiaoduo laughed, "That's not right, the Buddha purifies all sentient beings, how can he divide the high and low?"

Where did Sai's mother read any real Buddhist scriptures, and she didn't understand the meaning of the scriptures, and she didn't bother to share them with her, so she just urged her to pack up quickly and go out to get in the car.

The Wangyun Temple of Baiyun Mountain is not effective, not to mention, the scenery on the mountain is excellent.

Today's weather is also good, only to see the blue sky and white clouds under the mountain ups and downs, winding, far and near heavy mountains stacked green, a deep and shallow green is really refreshing.

Wangyun Temple is built according to the mountain, it is scattered, the momentum is magnificent, the eaves are arched, the pagoda stands in a forest, a group of solemn and solemn.

Zhao Mingxuan's relatives led the way with Hong Hu, but they didn't take Ji Xiaoduo and them to the front gate.

Hong Hu explained that Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao were doing things in front, and today the entire Wangyun Temple would not accept other pilgrims, so they would inevitably collide, and they had to go around the back door to enter.

Ji Xiaoduo didn't care which door she went in at all, what she cared about was ...... Can she get in.

After all, she is not the original, this kind of treasure is a solemn Buddhist resort, if it really works, will she be scattered as soon as she steps into it?

Ji Xiaoduo hesitated at the door in a nervous mood, but Hong Hu didn't urge, just waited beside him.

Forget it, since Zhao Mingxuan sent someone to pick her up, she must go in if she wants to go in or not. A knife to stretch out the head and shrink the head is also a knife. Ji Xiaoduo thought so, took a deep breath, and raised his legs to enter the door.

- Nothing.

Ji Xiaoduo hid his slightly relaxed breath by watching left and right, and couldn't help but feel that he was too nervous.

If something really happens, it's probably when you enter the Daxiong Hall or meet the monks, this small door comes in, but it's a courtyard shaded by green trees, what can you do?

She smiled self-deprecatingly, she was still afraid of death.

Inside, a small novice led the way, and walked along the bluestone path to an ashram.

Zhao Mingxuan and a monk were sitting opposite each other drinking tea.

Ji Xiaoduo saluted and quietly glanced at the monk.

The monk is quite old, wearing a light gray monk's robe, without a beard, and his gray eyebrows are old, and he looks very kind and kind.

Although she watched quietly, her curious and slightly guarded gaze was still too obvious in Zhao Mingxuan's eyes.

He lowered his face slightly and coughed lowly, "Master Guanghua is a high-ranking monk who has attained Taoism, has profound Buddhism, and is highly respected, so he must not be rude." ”

Ji Xiaoduo responded and obediently apologized to Master Guanghua.

Master Guanghua had a good temper, and said happily that it didn't matter, and said: "What happened to the girl, Lord Zhao has already said it roughly just now, if you don't mind, let the old man take a look at the girl's injury first?"

Ji Xiaoduo suddenly had a good impression of him.

She likes to be so straightforward, if she comes up first to talk about the Zen machine covered by clouds and mountains, she will be depressed.

However, Zhao Mingxuan was here, and she still glanced at Zhao Mingxuan first.

After all, in this era, if a woman shows her legs outside, even if she sees a doctor, even if she is a monk opposite, it must be considered immoral. She didn't care, but after all, she was being raised by Zhao Mingxuan now.

Zhao Mingxuan is very open-minded, and it was originally the Wangyun Temple he came to beg. This will nod and say, "There is Master Lao." ”

Ji Xiaoduo sat down on the chair on the side, Xiao Shami took a small stool and put it in front, Ji Xiaoduo put the foot stand up, lifted the skirt and trouser legs, and exposed her calves.

Her skin was delicate, and the bruises had always been slow to heal, but the marks that had been strangled by the branches were especially slow. After all these days, it is still obvious, bruised and purple, wrapped around her white and jade-like calves, which looks particularly terrifying.

Even Zhao Mingxuan couldn't help but ask, "Does it still hurt?"

Ji Xiaoduo shook his head, "I don't think I feel it if I don't touch it." ”

Master Guanghua looked at it for a while, then stretched out his hand and signaled to Ji Xiaoduo, "Forgive the old man for being abrupt, you need to touch the injury." ”

Ji Xiaoduo nodded, "Master, just check." ”

Master Guanghua recited the Buddha's name, bent down, and covered the palm of his hand with the bruises on Ji Xiaoduo's legs, but no longer looked at it, but closed his eyes and recited the scriptures.

Ji Xiaoduo couldn't understand what he was reading, and looked at Zhao Mingxuan blankly.

Zhao Mingxuan only gave her a slightly calming look.

Ji Xiaoduo could only wait quietly.

With Master Guanghua's recitation, a layer of golden light gradually appeared in his palm, and Ji Xiaoduo only felt that his calves were shrouded in this golden light, and he was very comfortable.

But then there was a sudden tingling pain, and Ji Xiaoduo was caught off guard and even screamed.

Master Guanghua raised his other hand and made a gesture of silence.

Ji Xiaoduo had to grit her teeth and endure it.

Then he saw that there were wisps of green qi oozing out of his wounds, and they gradually dissipated in the golden light under the palm of Master Guanghua.

Ji Xiaoduo's eyes widened.

Even Zhao Mingxuan couldn't help but be moved.

It's not like it's fake, and there's probably no trick to do that.

Is there really something wrong with her injury?

After Master Guanghua finished reading a scripture, the golden light on his palm also converged.

He took his hand back, stood up straight, and recited another Buddha name, "Amitabha." ”

Ji Xiaoduo's calf strangulation marks are still there, but they are not as bruised as before, and they already look like they are recovering from a normal injury.

Ji Xiaoduo looked at Master Guanghua's hand, then at his legs, and reached out to touch the scar, and couldn't help but set off a storm in his heart.

There are really demons, ghosts, and such magical powers in this world!