Ex-girlfriend group rebirth

Chapter 148 Qingshan Temple

Early the next morning, Chang Xiao appeared on a tree-lined path, holding a mobile phone for comparison.

On the phone was the address of Qingshan Temple that he told Munan to check. There was really no map of the place, so Munan thoughtfully drew a sketch and took pictures for him to see.

"It should be right ahead."

Chang Xiao confirmed, and as soon as he stepped down, he rushed up the mountain like a ghost.

If your physique is strong enough, you can wave casually.

Chang Xiao climbs the mountain so fast, the atmosphere is not breathless.

That is to rely on this ability, otherwise he would not have arrived here so early in the morning.

Finally passing through a bush, Chang Xiao suddenly saw a piece of... ruins.

Qingshan Temple, like Jingfa Temple, was originally located on Mount Putian, the highest mountain in Menxia City.However, Johoji Temple is on the sunny side and Aoyama Temple is on the shady side.

And Chang Xiao finally understood why he had never heard of Qingshan Temple.

It is said that it is a temple, but most of the buildings have been in disrepair for a long time and have collapsed.There are still some that can barely live in, which are about the size of a courtyard house, and they don't even have a gate.

The only complete statue of Buddha is already full of cracks, not to mention peeling paint or something, I am afraid that if there is a slight disturbance, it will be broken into a puddle.

The large censer in front was chilly, probably not burning anything for at least a month.

At this moment, Chang Xiao's only thought is, is there still a place to sleep here?

There is no monk who knows guests at the gate, so Chang Xiao can only push the door open and go in. He saw empty talk at a glance and was sitting on the threshold eating.

The empty talk old monk hadn't noticed that there was a guest coming, he held a piece of dried radish in his mouth, and kept muttering: "This is not dried radish, this is fat intestine... This is not dried radish, this is fat intestine..."

It took a long time to eat the porridge with an expression of enjoyment.

"Master, if you are really cheating, didn't you break the precept?" Chang Xiao said with a smile.

"You...you are the benefactor that day!" The empty-talking old eyes scrutinized Chang Xiao for a while, and finally recognized it, and then he said with a straight face: "Chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha are nothing more than paying attention to a kind thought. As long as you are always focused To be kind, the precepts naturally exist in the heart. Upholding good thoughts is far more important than sticking to the rules and precepts."

"The master is right, but..." Chang Xiao looked around and said with a smile: "Could it be because you didn't abide by the rules that the incense burner fell into such a ruined state?"

It may be because empty talk itself is relatively unassuming, and Chang Xiao doesn't care what kind of venerable abbot he is, so he started to tease him.

Kong Tan was not angry at all, but he threw down his chopsticks in annoyance and said, "I don't know why. Qingshan Temple was once prosperous before, but since 500 years ago, some problems have appeared one after another. People who come to burn incense and worship Buddha pray for their husbands." The illness got better, but her husband's condition suddenly worsened; praying for good weather, but there were repeated droughts; praying for business prosperity, but directly went bankrupt. There are many things like this. Originally, Jingfa Temple was just a small temple built after a traitor of the temple was expelled from the temple. It was also from that time that the incense of Jingfa Temple became more and more prosperous, and its development to this day is far beyond what this temple can match."

After a pause, he sighed again and said: "In the beginning, strange things only happened once in a few decades, but no one would say anything, I can only blame those people for their bad luck. But it happened more and more frequently later on, Once in more than ten years, once in a few years, once in the hands of the old monk, it can be paid out twice a year, and it is strange that there are people who come to add sesame oil money. Except in the temple, other places have the same accident. The evil magic weapon sold is instead It makes people bewitched, and monks who go out to do things bring people problems and so on."

"In this way, our Qingshan Temple will naturally be dilapidated, and we have no source of income. If it weren't for the people around our Qingshan Temple, life would be relatively easy, and even the old monk would not be able to get the fast food that I come to alms every day. Dreaming back to him... ..."

"Menghui?" Chang Xiao asked curiously.

Probably because no one came to Qingshan Temple, and there was no one to chat with, so he didn't care about family ugliness or not, so he repeated what he said to Sha Qing in Jingfa Temple that day: "...Menghui is the only disciple of Lao Na , he is actually a good boy, but he really can't stand the suffering, don't blame him."

Hearing this, Chang Xiao murmured to himself: Obviously, these problems that happened in Qingshan Temple are definitely weird, not bad luck.

I'm afraid it's not weird, as long as there is something wrong with the dilapidation of Qingshan Temple, if it is solved, the incense will be vigorous again.

However, just a casual thought, Chang Xiao and Kong Tan are not related, that is, because they accidentally bumped into Kong Tan that day, and they respect Kong Tan as a person, they just came here today to add some money for sesame oil, and did not intend to investigate or anything.

A stack of red notes was thrown into the merit box, and this time the empty talk was not declined any more. Gao proclaimed a Buddha's name, and thanked: "Chang Benefactor has a heart."

"Hmm... that's not right!" Chang Xiao turned to look at Kong Tan: "How does Master know my surname is Chang?"

Thinking back on it, he never announced his family status from beginning to end.

Empty Talk pointed to the top of Chang Xiao's head with a matter-of-fact expression: "Don't you have something written on top of your head, Donor?"

what!
Stretch out your hand and touch it, and you don't need to look in the mirror to know that there are indeed two visible and tangible words on the top of your head, "Chang Xiao".

Moreover, I noticed with a smile at this time that there are also words on the top of Kong Tan's head, and there are not just two.

Shi Kong Tan (Yu Qizhi).

The ones in parentheses must be the common names of empty talk, so Chang Xiao didn’t intend to ask.

He's not in a good mood right now, and he's thinking: it still appeared suddenly, and the empty talk was taken for granted, as if everyone should have words on top of their heads.

Behind the scenes, once again promoting the gamification process.

After all, in many online games, the name of the npc will always be displayed on the top of the head, so it is very reasonable to put it in the game.

During this period of time, because the company continued to grow and his love life went smoothly (Rong Susu ignored him), he had a good career and love, and he was in a good mood.

The mastermind behind the scenes seemed to be deliberately against him, and immediately poured cold water on him.

He didn't want to become an npc, the company became a cash machine for players, and Rong Susu was played by players.

Unexpectedly, a basin of cold water was not enough, and empty talk was also poured over.

Kong Tan touched the green lettering on the top of his head, and said enviously: "The benefactor Chang is quite fashionable, and he even dyed his name orange. Well, it's a bit fashionable, and I will try it some other day. The monk can't dye his hair. It’s okay to dye the words.”

Note: You are an elite npc with an orange name logo, and the probability of dropping loot after being killed x 1.5; the quality of loot is higher.

Always smile with one heart and sink straight.

……

"Bang dang... bang dang..."

The trees and flowers on both sides of the road receded at an alarmingly fast speed, and all you could see was blurry patches.

A smooth and shiny motorcycle speeding down the tree-lined path down the mountain at a speed of 180...

The man who drives the car is the abbot of empty talk, and the one sitting in the back often laughs.

"That... master of empty talk, I'm really not in a hurry, please drive slowly."

I don't want to fall to death!

(End of this chapter)