Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

Who is Bai Chuwei? The little fairy that his third uncle is thinking of, she only needs to say something, his third uncle will definitely be obedient.

Duan Feihan's gloomy voice came from his side: "Duan Xingye, your chance of being beaten has arrived."

Duan Xingye shrank his neck and quickly begged for mercy.

A group of people bought tickets and walked in. The Lingyin Temple is quite large and has a history of thousands of years. It has three main halls, behind it are the monks' meditation rooms, the Buddhist scripture pavilion and other buildings.

Bai Chuwei rushed to Duan Feihan and said: "Hanhan, you and Duan Xingye go to see Duan Xiuqi, we won't go, just stroll around here."

Duan Feihan nodded, guessing before that Bai Chuwei would not want to see Duan Xiuqi, and led Duan Xingye into it.

There are not too few people who come to Lingyin Temple to check in, just because it is still morning and there are not many people.

Bai Chuwei walked on the bluestone road, looking at the distinctive building, with some emotion: "I haven't been here for many years."

She had been here when Lingyin Temple was built, but she didn't expect it to be so many years in a blink of an eye.

When strolling around, I usually walk under the big tree where many people are clocked in. The big branch is luxuriant and extremely sturdy. Its waist alone is six or seven meters tall. Looking up, the tree is more than 20 meters high, the nearest one. Red ribbons used for blessings are hung on the branches.

Under the tree there was a delicate-looking monk who was sweeping the floor. While sweeping the floor, he said: "Our tree is called the'Phoenix Sacred Tree'. It is recorded in the books of the temple that it suddenly fell into the ground and grew up before. Those who can make sounds, and strung together like singing, are called sacred trees."

Bai Chuwei and the others were listening, she gently pulled the corner of her lips, and suddenly remembered that she went to Yunshang Qingque two days ago and accidentally knocked down a branch.

That branch was almost the same as this spiritual tree and took root, but the aura should not grow up now.

The tourists on the side suddenly laughed.

"Little monk, the monks don't talk about it. Your master knows you brag with tourists. Be careful not to eat lunch if you are punished."

"Hahashu still sings? How is it possible?"

The little monk who swept the floor blushed, holding the broom tightly, and said very seriously and solemnly: "It's true, my master said he had heard it with his own ears, but suddenly there was no sound 20 years ago. That's it, I don't lie."

The more serious he is, the more the tourists around him laugh.

"Liar!" A childish voice suddenly appeared above his head, but it was a bit aggressive.

Everyone looked up at the past and was immediately shocked.

A little boy of about seven or eight years old didn't know how to climb the phoenix sacred tree, sitting on a branch and looking at them condescendingly.

The little boy broke a small section of the branch and smashed it down, "You liar, how can the tree make a sound?"

The little monk was so scared that his heart was about to stop, his face turned pale, he threw away the broom in his hand and quickly shouted: "Visitors, don't break the branches. This tree has been in bad condition over the past few years. No one sprouts, it will hurt. Don’t break it, be careful not to fall off."

A child of this age is a veritable bear child. The more he is not allowed to do anything, the more he has to do, sitting on it and saying that the little monk is a liar.

An ethereal and lazy voice rang softly in the crowd: "This tree does have a sound."