Unfortunately, the miracle of the frog turning into a prince did not happen.

He wore LEE wide version of jeans, which seemed to be stolen. The slightly tight top not only did not form a unique layering with the jeans on his lower body, but instead looked extremely cheap.

It has to be said that being able to wear big-name clothes at a good price to create such a strong rural atmosphere is also a very rare characteristic.

But in Lili's eyes, her lost son is very handsome and cute no matter what he wears.

"Such awesome baby, let's go."

Zhang Lisheng was just a boy in the mountain village, so he was naturally even more beautiful and ugly. He nodded and followed Lili with his witch insect, and walked out of the hotel with all his steps.

Along the way, many customers and hotel employees deliberately or unintentionally looked at Zhang Lisheng, who was not fit in his clothes and was holding a big toad, but in this impetuous era when "naked parade" can be called "performance art", no one would care too much about him.

For ID photos, internationally accepted regulations are nothing more than two-inch crown-free photos with white or blue backgrounds.

Lili took Zhang Lisheng to the hotel waiter recommended the studio called "Beautiful Life". She spent the price of art photos and only took more than twenty big-headed photos that looked dull.

But even though the difference between the photos was minimal, she discussed with the photographer in front of the computer for a long time before finally selecting one and passing it to the American Consulate in Chengdu.

The photographer who took photos of Zhang Lisheng is a woman who is dressed in exquisite clothes and is difficult to see her age.

When Lili just decided to spend a lot of money and take a perfect ID photo for her son, she enthusiastically gave her a sturdy folk backpack with the words "Beautiful Life" printed on it, giving Zhang Lisheng a place to settle down.

And when Lili and Zhang Lisheng were about to leave, they said with emotion: "Lili, I always thought that our Chinese mother is the mother who loves children the most in the world.

But now, just from the small matter of taking ID photos, I found that you love your children more than I do.

It seems that you Americans will throw your children into society as soon as you turn 18. The rumors that you ignore are simply unreliable."

The woman's words inadvertently touched Lili's sensitive nerves. Her expression changed and she said loudly: "Ms. Zhao, the kind of woman you said that she would throw away the child for no reason will not appear in the United States, but will only appear on Mars.

Thank you for your service, goodbye." Zhang Lisheng walked out of the studio.

Miss Zhao, who was stunned for a long time, was left with a look of surprise.

The street was filled with people and walked aimlessly for a while. Lili calmed down her emotions, regained her gentle tone, and asked Zhang Lisheng: "Baby, the matter has been done.

Now let’s find a tour guide, or take the Internet to see what fun places are in Chengdu?”

"I, I don't understand this."

"Child, you may not understand, but you should not be afraid of choices.

Tell mom, should we go find a tour guide or take a self-service tour?"

Zhang Li opened his mouth and suddenly saw a bus passing by with the words "Warm Congratulations to the National Bureau of Religious Affairs Annual Meeting and Religious Social Science Seminar held in Qingyang Palace, Rongcheng."

"Can we go to Qingyang Palace? Go by yourself?" he blurted out.

"Of course, baby, let's go now." Lili responded happily when she heard her son make a choice with her encouragement.

Qingyang Palace, the first Taoist temple in western Sichuan, is located in the southwest suburbs of Rongcheng, facing the Wuhou Temple in the south and Erxian Temple in the east.

The Tao Palace was first built in Zhou and flourished in Shu Han. Later, it was burned during the Five Barbarians' invasion of China and was rebuilt Zhongxing in the Song Dynasty.

Here, it was once named Qingyangsi, Qingyangguan and Xuanzhongguan, and finally named "Qingyang Palace". It can be said to be one of the oldest symbols of the Central Plains civilization invading Bashu.

Such a well-known attraction is naturally convenient for transportation. I just want to find a enthusiastic pedestrian to ask. When I walked to the bus stop, I spent two yuan to take the bus and walked less than a mile. Zhang Lisheng and Lili came outside the Qingyang Palace.

It was around 11 o'clock noon, and under the warm sunshine, there were many tourists inside and outside the Taoist Palace.

On the nearby road, there are many small vendors who are "local" paving the floor with red cloth, placing Taoist talismans, making money, or imitation peach wood swords, ghost-exorcist bells and other objects, shouting loudly.

Looking up from the high ground, the Qingyang Palace mountain gate is magnificent and solemn, with flying eaves overlapping, and a dragon and a tiger are attached to it. A horizontal plaque with golden characters hanging high in the middle, with the three words "Qingyang Palace" written on it.

Under the horizontal plaque, more than a dozen religious people who had just attended the "Annual Meeting of the China National Religious Affairs Bureau" were dressed in secular costumes, integrated into the crowd, and looked at the mundane world condescendingly.

There was only one fat monk with big ears, but he was wearing a cassock in a unique way, happily taking photos with the tourists gathered around him.

Seeing the monk showing a fat expression and taking a photo with a young female tourist, a young woman in sportswear with beautiful facial features but with sword eyebrows, she looked heroic and whispered with a sneering, "Senior Sister, look at the appearance of Shi Yongxin's 'Master'.

He is also the vice president of the National Buddhist Association. I heard that the scriptures he can recite are only four words: "Amitabha".

The abbot of the presidency of Shaolin Temple, the ancestral Zen Buddhism, was wearing a golden robes and looked like a fool, and took a photo with a minor girl in a miniskirt. This is also an unprecedented story in Zen Buddhism.”

A woman in red who looked ordinary and savored carefully, but was free of a gentle and quiet style, smiled and said, "Junior sister, do you know that more than thirty years ago, the Zen ancestral temple in your mouth was swept by the wave of red culture, and all the monks in the temple returned to secular life and scattered birds and beasts.

Only three elderly, blind, deaf and disabled monks, and Shi Yongxin, who looked like a fool, maintained the thousands of years of incense in Shaolin.

The old monk was unable to support himself. Shi Yongxin, who was only a teenager at that time, digging potatoes to worship the elders of Buddhism. He was also criticized and tortured by the Red Guards of the same age.

But even for eight years, he must face the West every morning and kneel down and recite the four words "Amitabha" a hundred times.

He can only recite the four words "Amitabha" and may not be stupid, but he can understand the infinite true meaning of Buddhism from these four words.

I heard that this annual meeting will be able to open the meeting address so much and allow vendors to set up stalls and sell them freely. It was also his proposal.

Being transcendent and self-disciplined is certainly a kind of practice, but eminent monks and great masters who have great virtues and great freedom in their hearts will enter the world to promote Buddhism, but they are more worthy of respect.”

"Senior sister, I don't know what kind of virtue he had in the past, but now I often see his news online.

Could it be to take a few photos with people; to gather a few lay disciples who have learned how to shaved their heads and go to the Las Vegas casino to perform; to fight for the right to sell counterfeit goods for these villagers who bully the market, is it just to promote Buddhism?"

"Now is the technological era where people conquer people. Even our disciples of the Heavenly Dao Temple are surfing the Internet. Can all ordinary people have a thought of Buddhism in their minds? Isn't it just to promote Buddhism?" The woman in red sighed and said with a wry smile.

The sword-browed girl was dissatisfied, but she was speechless. While she was hesitating, she suddenly saw Zhang Lisheng carrying a backpack stepping onto the steps of Qingyang Palace.

As the first witch, Zhang Lisheng looked like a human-shaped monster surrounded by dark smoke in the sun. The backpack behind her was even dark like ink, and it was even more conspicuous.

"Teacher, senior sister, there is a 'witch' among tourists who are hiding in the Qingyang Palace.

This is only one step away from the sacrifice place of Zhuge Wuhou, who presided over the "Strike Mountains and Destroys Ancestors" more than a thousand years ago. It is too unreasonable to be in the era of science and technology.

Let's take action first, wait for me to destroy him..." The sword-browed girl showed excitement on her face, raised her hand and grabbed a purple talisman, and whispered in a low voice.

"Stop, there are too many tourists here, be careful." The woman in red stopped the girl and reminded with a serious expression.

While speaking, the woman in red slimly exuded a faint blood vessel and her ears trembled slightly. Soon after, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That person is not a Chinese, and she speaks English. It seems that she is a tourist who travels abroad with her mother.

Since we are foreigners, we will be free from everything.”

"It's not our Chinese, yes, but his wizard power looks extremely pure. How could he be a foreigner..."

"In the Yuan Dynasty, a cavalry accidentally traveled to America along the frozen ocean, and reproduced into Indians. Among them, the shamans who followed the army to fight, passed down witchcraft.

There is also the art of witch doctors in Africa and Haiti, which also implies the witch way in China. The human way in heaven and earth is the most mysterious, so what is impossible to happen?”

"Yes, but that man looks like a Sichuanese..."

"The human origins in the Americas are complex, and it is possible to spread witchcraft randomly.

Those who can practice are one of them in a thousand, and they must be firm in their hearts. We, the authentic and famous sects in China, are gradually no longer picky, let alone those foreigners."

"Hehe, senior sister didn't expect you to call someone a ghost."

"Don't pick on me with a grammatical problem. Junior sister, please remember carefully. The wise man Zhuge Wuhou was the best in the world in Taoism and martial arts. He killed hundreds of Miao Yi people a thousand years ago, destroyed thousands of Yizhai, and fabricated the story of the big leader of Miao Wei seven times, but even so, it still cannot eradicate the Wu Dao and western Sichuan lineage.

This is true for the sages, let alone us.

Don’t be too eager to succeed when encountering problems or make a decision rashly, otherwise it will definitely be a big mistake. Even the master may be implicated, especially in the era of technology and the Internet..."

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It's time to go to Sanjiang. Pig Pigs have five consecutive shots to satisfy their cravings. I'll vote for it, thank you.
Chapter completed!