The irascible and mad concubine whose soul traveled through ancient times has room

After the words were spoken, no one was left. Wen Ning and Ah Qi walked to the corner. With a thought, Wen Ning took Ah Qi into the space. Then he straightened his clothes and walked towards Passerby A.

Wen Ning walked up to passerby A and bowed with his hands.

"Brother, I just heard you say that the Changsheng Temple is very effective. I am a foreigner and I want to go to the Changsheng Temple. I wonder where the Changsheng Temple is?"

Passerby A saw that the person he was talking to was a young man with an extraordinary appearance and well-dressed clothes. He was very fond of the other person's politeness and also heard that the other person was a foreigner. He was very enthusiastic and bowed to Wen Ning.

"I don't know where this husband is from. I am also going to the Changsheng Temple. If you don't mind, you can go with me."

Wen Ning waved his hands quickly with a smile on his face

"If you don't dislike me, I'll thank you very much, brother. I don't know what your last name is."

Zhou Changgong had a good impression of the person in front of him. He made a gesture of invitation with one hand and said to Wen Ning.

"My surname is Zhou, and my given name is Changgong. Sir, please just call me Changgong."

Wen Ning: "Brother Chang Gong, my surname is Lin, which only means Yuan. Brother Chang Gong, just call me Lin Yuan."

As the two of them walked and chatted, Wen Ning was also trying out clichés. Along the way, Wen Ning got to know something about the Changsheng Temple.

I don’t know when the Changsheng Temple was built, and it wasn’t that famous before. It didn’t become famous until seven or eight years ago.

Especially the abbot, whose fortune-telling is extremely effective. It is only during the New Year holidays that the abbot opens the door to welcome guests, and he only does fortune-telling in the morning.

The rest of the time is closed, so when the New Year comes, the Changsheng Temple is crowded with people.

After leaving the city and walking up the mountain for about 10 to [-] minutes, the two of them arrived at the Changsheng Temple. Along the way up the mountain, there were steps made of bluestone slabs. There were not many people during the entire journey. Xu, the abbot, only started accepting guests today. You know. Not many people yet

It is said to be a temple, but it is actually about the same size as a temple. It has three floors in total, in the shape of steps. The highest floor near the top of the mountain is the main hall where the abbot lives.

The Shanmen Hall on the first floor is mainly used for arranging Buddha statues and holding ceremonies. The first-floor hall symbolizes the connection between people and Buddha and is the most ceremonial space in the temple. Here, believers can worship and pray to the Buddha.

The second-floor hall is immediately following the first-floor hall in the temple structure and plays a connecting role. This level of hall is often called the Golden Hall or the Sutra Hall, and is one of the most important halls in the temple. Here, monks practice and chant sutras with all their heart, and it is also a place where Buddhist scriptures and scriptures are preserved. The second floor of the hall carries the respect and loftiness of believers for Buddhist classics.

Of course, most people stop at the second level, because if you want to go to the third level, you don’t have to be rich. The abbot only calculates ten hexagrams every day, which means that only ten people can go to the Mahavira Hall.

As for who can go up and who can't go up, it all depends on drawing lots. Everyone is queuing up to draw lots, and they all want to ask the abbot to make a fortune for themselves. The people who are drawn are led by a young novice to the steps next to the temple. Climb straight up to the Main Hall

Wen Ning and Zhou Changgong were naturally among those waiting in line.

The lot was drawn very quickly. Some people were happy and some were better. After a while, it was Wen Ning's turn. Wen Ning grabbed it casually. Anyway, he was just here for a formality.

It’s the best to catch. If you can’t catch it, come back at night.

But Wen Ning was possessed by the King of Luck. He grabbed the paper ball and handed it to the little novice monk. In front of everyone, the little novice monk opened the note and there was only one word on it.

"Can"

And no one was caught. There was no writing on the paper ball in his hand, and Wen Ning didn't have too many emotions. He greeted Zhou Changgong and followed the little novice monk up the next step.

Not long after, a main hall appeared in front of us. The door of the hall was wide open, and an upright young monk was sitting at the table in the middle of the hall. Wen Ning was surprised.

This young monk is only about 27 years old. The scar on his head is particularly conspicuous. He is dressed in white cotton monk's clothes. He is neither luxurious nor shabby. He also wears a string of Buddhist beads on his chest.

He also wears a string on his wrist and is telling fortunes for the man at the table with a smile.

Wen Ning looked and saw that there were four people in front of him, plus the one who was telling fortunes, there were five more people. In order to protect the privacy of the fortune tellers, the people in line were all outside the hall to ensure that they could not hear the people inside. sound

So Wen Ning couldn't hear what the other party was saying. Although Wen Ning didn't believe it, he still respected it.

After waiting for two full hours, it was Wen Ning's turn. Wen Ning bowed and said hello, then sat on the stool in front of the table.

The distance was close, and looking at the smiling face of the abbot in front of him, Wen Ning felt very at ease. Everyone must have experienced that solemn, solemn and kind feeling when facing an accomplished monk.

"What does the female donor think?"

The abbot spoke softly, his voice very soft.

Wen Ning was not surprised that the other party saw through his disguise at a glance. After all, he must have some skills to be an abbot.

Wen Ning also replied softly.

"I wonder if the master can figure out what the little girl is asking for this time, and whether there will be something to gain."

The abbot did not pick up the fortune-telling sticks as he did for others, but still smiled and answered.

"If the female donor is sincere, please reject others."

Wen Ning was startled and subconsciously turned around to look around, but there was no one around him except for the others who were still queuing up outside the hall.

Wen Ning suddenly thought of Ah Qi in the space!

Wen Ning was a little panicked. He didn't know what the other party meant. He was panicking in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He looked innocent.

"Master, there are only you and me here, there is no one else."

Wen Ning still had a glimmer of hope, hoping that the other party was just deceiving him. Space was his biggest secret. If the other party knew that he had space, then what would happen to the person in front of him? . . Can't stay

"Amitabha"

The murderous intention had just arisen in Wen Ning's heart when a solemn Buddhist chant sounded in his ears, driving away the evil thoughts in his heart.

Wen Ning came back to his senses and looked at the abbot with a somewhat complicated look. After thinking about it, he still blocked the connection between the space and the outside world.

At this time, the abbot spoke softly again

"Donor, everything has its own destiny. There is a vegetable garden in the backyard of my palace. The weather is dry and the things are dry. Donor, please help the poor monk water it."

As the abbot spoke, he pointed to the back door behind him.

"Master, please clarify."

What the other party said was so confusing that Wen Ning couldn't understand it. What does this have to do with Caiyuanzi? Wen Ning had a feeling in his heart. He didn't feel that the abbot was pretending to be a ghost.

Abbot Huiyuan recited another Buddhist name, then closed his eyes and said nothing. Wen Ning was confused, thought for a moment, stood up, bowed in return, and walked toward the back door of the hall.