The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

The gate of Wangeng Temple is closed, with a heavy lock on the outside.

From the outside, the entire temple is obscured by the shadows of the surrounding leaf forests. The red paint on the exterior walls has faded due to wind and sun, and weeds are growing at the base of the walls.

The whole building seemed to be covered with a thick layer of gray, gloomy, dilapidated and abandoned.

Agarwood stood in front of the gate. The air was filled with the smell of moist soil, and occasionally there was a solitary chirping of a bird.

It's so desolate, it makes people feel chilly.

Chen Xiangyin rubbed the hairs on his arms, looked around, and then looked at the crane in the sky.

Could it be here?

I didn't find Yongshou Palace, but I found Wangeng Temple.

Chen Xiangyin took out Yuan Kai's oil painting photos and compared them with the Bafang Pagoda in the distance.

"Is it like here?" Chen Xiang asked.

He Chongtian said: "Go in and take a look."

Chen Xiangyin took out two black hairpins of the old actor and prepared to pick the lock.

"Hey! What are you doing!" A voice shouted from afar. Chen Xiangyin stopped and looked towards the source of the sound.

A dozen meters away, a bald man wearing a starched monk's robe, carrying a hoe, was heading this way.

Xuan Guo said unexpectedly: "There are still monks in this ruined temple?"

The monk ran up to them, glanced at the three of them, his eyes were deep and plain, "Open the door for a visit, each person is seventy."

"Old monk, this ruined temple costs seventy per person, why don't you go and rob it?" Xuan Guo choked.

The monk's brows were furrowed with the "Sichuan" pattern, and his dark eyes were staring at Xuan Guo: "The monk's name is true, but if it's too expensive, you don't have to come in."

Chen Xiang laughed, what kind of monk is this?

He has a dark complexion and deep wrinkles. He looks like someone who has been exposed to the wind and sun every day. With a hoe on his shoulder, he looks more like a farmer.

"Are you the abbot here?" Chen Xiang asked.

Shouzhen still had a serious expression of bitterness and hatred, and said to Chen Xiangyin: "Except the abbot, I am the only one in this temple."

He Chongtian took out his wallet, took out the banknotes, and held them between his fingers, "For you? Or put it in the merit box?"

Shouzhen really has a spirit of not being happy with things and not feeling sad with himself. He stretched out his hand very naturally and openly, "Just give it to me."

After taking the money, Shouzhen went straight to the door. When he passed by Chen Xiangyin, Chen Xiangyin smelled the complex smell on his body.

It has a strong smell of sweat and a slightly spicy woody aroma of rosin.

Shouzhen pulled out a shiny black rope from his collar. Under the rope hung a key, the key to the main gate of Wangeng Temple.

The lock didn't work well, and it took a long time to unscrew it. Shouzhen wiped the sweat from his forehead with the towel hanging around his neck. "If you want to visit, hurry up. I'm still in a hurry to get to work."

Chen Xiangyin took a look at the dirt on his shoes, which was mixed with some broken pine needles.

"Are you working in the pine forest below?" Chen Xiang pointed in the direction of the pine forest outside.

Shouzhen was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed even more tightly, and the vertical and horizontal wrinkles around his lips turned downward, "Do you want to explain? Three hundred."

Okay, if you want him to speak respectfully, do you have to pay?

He Chongtian paid the money, and Shouzhen continued to unlock the door.

With a dull click, the lock opened.

Chen Xiangyin was very nervous. He quickly took He Chongtian's hand, and his heartbeat eased a little.

The scene behind the door was unfamiliar.

Chen Xiangyin was in a daze, trying to identify whether anything in front of him seemed familiar.

He Chongtian was also watching. If he had really been here when he was a child and lived here with his parents, he should have an impression.

Holding his face like an old bark mask, Shouzhen led the way and waved, "Come in, this temple was rebuilt less than thirty years ago."

"Who built it?" Xuan Guo asked.

"Me." Shouzhen said and looked at Xuanguo again, "You are not a human being."

"Huh?" Xuan Guo opened his mouth slightly and choked.

Chen Xiangyin narrowed his eyes slightly to watch Zhen, thinking that he still had some moral integrity?

Shouzhen said solemnly as always: "More than twenty years ago, I finished my travels and started walking north, preparing to clean up the first temple I encountered. Along the way, I saw a bunch of broken walls and ruins. , was burned again, and he stayed and rebuilt the temple.”

"This was a temple before?" He Chongtian asked.

Shouzhen: "I don't know. Anyway, it's a place where gods and Buddhas are worshiped. It's been destroyed beyond recognition."

Chen Xiangyin: "Did you name Wangeng Temple?"

Shouzhen nodded. He really didn't look like a monk. Chenxiang thought that he might have been away from the world for too long and no longer kept silently.

The group of people followed Shouzhen and entered the temple. The shabby temple had bricks and tiles that looked like they were patched together.

The corpse Buddha enshrined in the temple belongs to Hinayana Buddhism, which is quite rare.

Chen Xiangyin didn't know much about Buddhism and didn't care much. She wanted to find the shadow of Yongshou Palace in this temple.

During the twelve years of being imprisoned, the upper half of her face was haunted, and her memory of the day of escape was very vague. In addition, this place had been rebuilt, so she couldn't see anything with her eyes alone.

Chen Xiang closed his eyes, touched every detail in the temple with his hands, and smelled carefully.

It wasn't until I was stroking the altar and discerning the feel of the material that a smell of rosin entered my nose. Goosebumps suddenly appeared on my arms one after another, and a chill spread throughout my body.

Agarwood's brain felt as if it had been struck by lightning. The white light was so bright that it reached the bottom of his eyes, and he was dizzy to the point of tinnitus.

"Agarwood Yin!" Crane's voice sounded like it was across the water, vague and distant.

It felt like someone had cramped the soles of my feet, my whole body had no support, and my heart was in severe pain for no reason.

The long-lost mantra rang out, the sharp knife pierced the heart, cut it open, and turned out the flesh and blood. The hot blood flowed down the body, soaking the cheongsam...

Countless hands wanted to tear her into pieces. She had no dignity, no human rights, and no one cared about her crying until her throat bled.

This three-meter-wide altar was the hell that had trapped her for twelve years.

I don't know how long it took, but Chen Xiang Yin Da breathed in the air, his chest rose and fell violently, and he regained consciousness.

She lay on He Chongtian's shoulder, the man's big hands caressing her back, and the deep and gentle voice in her ears was accompanied by heat, "It's okay...no one can hurt you anymore."

Chen Xiangyin clearly felt that the blood in his body was gradually returning to flow, his numb limbs were gradually regaining consciousness, and his body was warming up.

She did not break out of the strong embrace, "Yongshou Palace is right here."

Shouzhen frowned even more tightly, "Is it hypoglycemia or something?"

Xuanguo didn't know the details of Chenxiang Yin's past experience, so naturally he couldn't understand her stress. He looked around thoughtfully, and finally his eyes fell on the abandoned Buddha statue in the main hall.

"You don't have much incense here." He knew that many ruined temples in barren mountains and ridges had little incense and could not retain the gods and Buddhas enshrined in them. In the end, the statues may be lonely ghosts from nearby.

Shouzhen sighed: "The place is remote, but I offer incense and worship Buddha every day. I usually plant trees myself and don't make much money, otherwise I wouldn't ask you for tickets."

Chen Xiang asked: "Planting trees, are you planting the pine forest below?"

Shouzhen nodded and said, "Let's do this. I'll give each of you a hexagram."

While he was talking, the lottery tube had been handed to Xuan Guo. Xuan Guo followed Shouzhen's guidance and shook out a lottery.

Chen Xiang's eyes were drawn towards it and he saw the sparse red letters written on the bamboo stick - Sign under.