Today, the people here are obviously much bolder in the city of Jinping Mansion.

For a nation that cheats, Fahai never could pass that level.

Because he saw these people encounter him, he politely clasped his hands together and saluted.

You know, they eat with one hand and go to the toilet with the other...

One hand is heaven and the other hand is hell.

No wonder the curry is so delicious.

Fahai walked for a moment, and Xiong Wuneng said, "Master has a temple."

"Ciyun Temple." Fahai looked up and saw that when he arrived at the foot of Lingshan Mountain, the people here had a stronger belief. Looking at the strong Buddhist atmosphere here, this temple was built with gold.

Outside the temple, statues of the Buddhist Yaksha, Vajra Guardian, and the Eight Heavenly Dragon can be found.

In addition to Buddhism, you can also see the Buddha, the golden top, the Bodhi, and the lotus.

At this point, the Buddhist culture is quite complete.

In the Middle Land, you can see the gold-questioned Buddha statue where you spend money.

Those who don’t spend money will be shaped with mud and drawn a rough outline. If you have money to invest, you can also carve a stone Buddha based on the mountain.

This is where to stay overnight tonight.

Before Fahai and others entered, an old monk came out.

Looking at the Dafahai, he first looked at it, and then said in surprise: "Where did the mage come from?"

"The Tang Dynasty in Dongtu arrived here and was ordered to go to Xitianling Mountain to obtain scriptures."

The monk was shocked and quickly knelt down and bowed, "It turned out that the Holy Monk of Middle-earth came here."

Fahai quickly helped him up, "No need to perform this great gift."

The old monk said, "The people here accumulate virtue and do good deeds and sincerely worship Buddha. They all hope to one day be able to practice the East Land Tang, and go to the prosperous Pure Land! Today, seeing the style of the monk, I am even more sure that the East Land Tang is outstanding and powerful."

It turned out that the old monk yearned for the wealth and prosperity of the Dongtu Tang Dynasty. In addition, seeing Fahai coming here today, he was very arrogant. Otherwise, he really thought that the monks and the Arhat of the Dongtu Tang Dynasty were reincarnated.

Fahai sighed in his heart, if you see the white monk, how many pounds of beef flower carvings will be given... I don’t know what you should think.

But then again, the Buddhist disciples here seem to be able to eat meat.

Fahai and others were welcomed into the Main Hall by the old monk. The three Buddhas were attracted to them.

All the three disciples bowed and looked sincere.

Fahai never worshiped Buddha, but just stood by and waited for his disciples.

The old monk was not surprised to see this. He saw another temperament in Fahai, which was no less solemn and dignified than the Buddha brought to him.

I didn't ask much at the moment, so I asked Fahai and others to enter the side hall and ask the novice monk to prepare food.

Fahai naturally didn't want to eat it, but the three apprentices ate it quite delicious.

The four masters and disciples had dinner, which attracted hundreds of monks from the temple to watch.

These monks talked in a singular way.

"It turns out that the monk from the Tang Dynasty from Dongtu is so handsome."

"It's good, but there are also ugly people, strange."

Everyone talked about it. The old monk turned out to be the abbot. He heard that Fahai was going to go to the Jinping Mansion to stamp the pass certificate and leave tomorrow.

I have to keep the four of them for two more days.

"Holy monk, two days are the Lantern Festival. Why not celebrate the festival again?"

When Fahai heard that he had been celebrating festivals on the road these years, when can he sit down and celebrate with the people safely like now?

This is confused when I get the scriptures. I have no idea of ​​time except day and night.

Now that I think of the Lantern Festival, Fahai's heart moved and looked at his three apprentices.

The three apprentices looked a little happy, and they just waited for Fahai to speak.

Fahai nodded, "Then let's go after the Lantern Festival."

In this way, the four masters and apprentices stayed. Zhu Peiqi thought, if she had made an appointment with a girl in this foreign country, it would be considered as winning glory for the country.

When it comes to the Lantern Festival, it is also an extremely grand festival here.

Lanterns hang on the downtown area, singing the song of peace together.

I saw the lights on the six streets and three cities, and the sky rose. The moon was like Feng Yi pushing onto a rotten silver plate, and the lamp was like a fairy woven into a brocade of ground. The light reflected the moon, doubled the light; the moon shined on the lamp, adding a very brilliant color. I could not see the iron-locked star bridge, and I could not see the lights.

Snowflake lanterns, plum lanterns, spring ice shattered; embroidered screen lamps, painting screen lamps, and colorful collection. Walnut lanterns, lotus lanterns, lanterns, high hangings in the building; green lion lanterns, white elephant lanterns, high hangings on the lamp stands. Shrimp lanterns, turtle lanterns, high play in front of the shed; sheep lanterns, rabbit lanterns, spirits under the eaves. Eagle lanterns, phoenix lanterns, connected together; tiger lanterns, horse lanterns, walking together. Crane lanterns, white deer lanterns, birthday stars riding; goldfish lanterns, long whale lanterns, Li Bai high riding.

Aoshan lamp, a gathering of gods; a moving lantern, a confrontation between generals. Thousands of lights and towers in the houses, and tens of miles of clouds and mists. That wall huts are flying over; this wall huts are filled with fragrant carriages.

Looking at the red-wrapping building, leaning against the railing, curtains, shoulders, and hands, the two beauties were greedy; by the green water bridge, there were noise, clusters of flowers, drunkenness, laughing, and the tourists played with each other. The flutes and drums in the city were clamoring, and the music was constantly singing all night.

Because he was a Buddhist disciple, Sun Houzi and the other two discussed to sweep the tower, so they asked Fahai to tell the abbot to open the door of the ancient tower and clean the Buddha statue above.

Xiong Wuneng usually does this kind of thing.

Fahai changed into a colorful cassock and a nine-tin Zen Staff, which allowed these simple people to see the style of my Tang Dynasty.

Then he walked onto the street with the abbot, and a group of novice disciples followed behind him. The formation was huge and the extraordinary style of Fahai attracted a lot of attention.

Suddenly, I saw three golden lights shining brightly in the distance.

Looking at the sesame oil filled with the glass gold jar, Fahai was a little curious.

The novice monk who followed behind explained: "These sesame oils are collected by our people. They are like this every year."

Fahai naturally knew who was making these sesame oils, but he didn't expect that the sesame oil could have so much capacity when you saw the naked eye!

"When will this be the time to click? I'm afraid it won't work for several years." Fahai said with a smile.

The novice monk explained, "It will be gone in three nights in less than a few years."

"Why did this oil be lighted in three nights with such a large tank?" Fahai asked,

The monk told Fahai, "This oil can only be used to light a little bit of the lamp at three nights, and the other oils were taken away by the Buddha. If there is a lot of oil in the tank, the weather will be good. If the oil does not dry, there will be famine and the wind and rain will be uneven."

This kind of incident has actually been encountered.

Because the rich families often donate sesame oil, because they have to donate too much every year, they have to give up the idea and not donate sesame oil.

Unexpectedly, there was a constant drought that year and countless people starved to death.

Therefore, this sesame oil has been donated over the years, because the benefits after the donation are good, so these wealthy families are not likely to make much of their concern.

Fahai nodded, "So that's it."

Just as he was talking here, a sudden gust of demonic wind blew by, and the cold wind howled, cold and cold, in the blink of an eye... the sesame oil was gone!

Fahai is gone, either.
Chapter completed!