My luck can go against the sky

Han Zirong stood still in front of the temple, and Baohe Temple had three large characters inscribed on the door.

There are three openings in front of the door, one large and two small, one door in the middle, and two small doors next to them.

Respectively symbolize the empty door, no phase door, no working door.

The little novice monk folded his hands and looked at Han Zirong and said, "Donor, please follow me to the side door. Please take your right foot first."

Han Zirong is not in a hurry to find Tie Zhongyun at this time. When the time comes, he naturally wants to find out what happened in Baohe Temple. At this time, he heard the little novice tell him to go through the right door, and he had to step right in first. , Could not help being a little curious, so he asked.

"Is there anything special about this?"

The little novice said with a smile: "The master said auspiciousness."

Han Zirong is a little puzzled, is it auspicious to walk clockwise?

Han Zirong looked at the middle door with amusement and asked, "What if I walk through the middle door?"

The little novice was suddenly annoyed, but still calmly said: "It's nothing to do, and the donor is free."

Han Zirong was suddenly dumb, but still stepped into the middle door.

As soon as he entered the middle gate, a vast courtyard appeared in front of Han Zirong. There were phoenix trees planted next to the courtyard, and the branches were waving in the wind, like a beauty dancing with the sound.

The two monks were holding brooms in their hands and were concentrating on sprinkling. One sprinkled water and the other swept leaves. They cooperated very well.

Han Zirong looked up and looked around. To the east is the clock tower, which is on the left. The bell is still ringing, and the bell is ringing like a dragon, resounding from the horizon.

Drum Tower on the west side also sounded the sound of drumming, thunderous and shocking.

Following the little novice monk all the way to the back kitchen, a bowl of thick porridge eaten in the morning was quietly placed on the table, and there were two dishes of side dishes.

One dish is pickled cucumbers and the other dish is pickled radishes.

Han Zirong was also not welcome. Divine Consciousness scanned the entire monastery. Then he sat down, picked up the porridge, and sipped it. The pickled cucumbers and pickled radishes were crisp and delicious, which made him appetite.

Xiaoguai also picked up the bowl, buried her entire face in the bowl, and kept drinking.

The little novice monk stood quietly next to him, watching Han Zirong drinking porridge and swallowing his saliva. At this moment, there was a crisp sound in his stomach.

Han Zirong looked at the little novice monk and smiled, "Do you want to eat a bit?"

The little novice monk blushed immediately, and hurriedly waved his hands in embarrassment: "No, I have already eaten, I am not hungry."

Just after speaking, my stomach rang again.

The little novice monk immediately covered his face and said: "The master told me that people can't be greedy. You can eat just right. The benefactor is you."

Han Zirong nodded with a smile, and stopped persuading him.

While drinking the porridge, Han Zirong also scanned the little novice with his spiritual sense, wanting to see if the little monk was weird.

Han Zirong put down his bowl and chopsticks gently until the bell and drums stopped.

It's a little boy, holding two plates of side dishes and stuffing them into his mouth.

While eating, he looked at Han Zirong and said, "Uncle, this is so delicious."

"It's exactly the same as mom did."

The little novice monk looked at Xiao Gua enviously and said, "It's great that you have a mother. I asked my master. My master said that I have no mother and no father."

"My master said that he picked me up in front of the temple, and then I followed the master to become a monk."

"The master said that when he gets old, I will be the host in the future, and take care of many people."

"Well, eat whatever you want, and you don't have to eat it anymore."

Obviously, the last sentence is the point.

After finishing speaking, he said to Han Zirong quickly: "Donor, the master must be waiting for you. He told me to take you there when the bell stops."

Han Zirong smiled and nodded, grabbing Xiaoguai who wanted to lick the dish.

"Let's go. When you go back, I will buy you as much as you want.

Xiao Guai hugged Han Zirong's legs, rubbed his face on his clothes and stuck his tongue out, making a grimace: "Slightly."

The little novice looked enviously, but didn't forget what he was going to do, just glanced at the side dishes on the table before leaving.

The food was so clean, there was no soup.

I really want to eat too.

Han Zirong followed the little novice all the way to the Buddhist hall, and there were no fewer than 20 monks who met on the way.

Han Zirong's heart moved and asked the little novice: "Are there many monks in the temple?"

The little novice monk smiled proudly: "That's a lot, plus the master and me, there are thirty-seven."

"But recently, the seniors have ignored me, and sneaked out to play without calling me." The little novice monk said with dim eyes.

Han Zirong nodded slightly, and his divine consciousness swept the entire temple again.

Thirty-seven, exactly logarithm.

But Han Zirong frowned and thought, what about Tie Zhongyun?

Even if it is dead, there should always be bones, right?

All the way to the Buddhist hall, the host cross-legged his back to the door, facing the Buddha statue, turning the Buddhist beads with his left hand, and chanting in a low voice.

"The dying tooth is coming, the dying part is coming, the Buddhas appear, the gods cover the gods and protect the gods, and the Buddhas are recited thousands of times. Ghosts leave the body, the body leaves the bed, the sickness leaves the body, all demons turn into dust..."

"Ten ghosts and gods are extinct, Nan Wu moves the King Kong, Nan Wu goes out of the mountains and near the water King Kong, Nan Wu Tian descends from the four seas King Kong, Nan Wu parents King Kong, some people have chanted the King Kong mantra to avoid disasters around them, heaven and earth light, day and night gods Light, gods and buddhas come, and evil spirits die...

"Nan Wu Jingang Tibetan Bodhisattva, Nan Wu Gion Garden Party will attend Buddhas and Bodhisattvas..."

Xiao Guai who was about to walk past the door quickly stopped and stood by the door, looking unwillingly at Han Zirong who had entered the Buddhist hall.

Seeing the little boy not coming in, Han Zirong suddenly realized, and quickly comforted him softly: "It's okay, you just play in front of the door. If it doesn't work, let this little monk brother play with you."

After all, Han Zirong came to sit next to the host and looked at the Buddha statue quietly.

The host stopped, raised his head, and looked at Han Zirong and said, "Poor monk Mingxin, what is the cause of Han donor?"

"This temple is no longer a pure place, and it is better for the donor to leave early."

The old abbot's eyebrows were white, and the whole person was even more old.

Han Zirong looked at the old abbot in astonishment, and asked, "How did the master know that I was surnamed Han?"

Before he could finish speaking, the old abbot took out his mobile phone from his arms. On it was the interface of the Bureau of Investigation of Anomaly.

The old abbot looked at Han Zirong calmly: "The Buddha will also advance with the times, the donor."

Han Zirong laughed blankly.

After looking around, he asked in a low voice, "Where is Tie Zhongyun?"

The old abbot made a straight face, folded his hands and looked at the Buddha statue and bowed deeply: "I don't know, I don't know, don't ask, don't ask."

"Leave immediately, leave immediately."

"Take Jianxin, please beg the donor."

Han Zirong was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that the Jianxin the old abbot said was a young novice monk.

No need for the old abbot to explain the reason, Han Zirong took a sharp breath.

In Baohe Temple, there is no one other than the old and young, and the rest are all ghosts.

To make sure he didn't guess wrong, Han Zirong asked in a low voice, "Except you and him, everything else?"

The old abbot had already closed his eyes and said nothing, but kept chanting the Vajra Bodyguard Mantra.

The candlelight flickered in the Buddhist hall and cigarettes were misty.

After a long time, the old abbot gave a long whistle: "Go to rest, go to rest, don't hesitate."

After that, the old abbot stood up, came to the Buddha statue, and bowed down.

"Amitabha."

Not long after, a series of footsteps sounded, and many monks who were supposed to do a day's homework came to the Buddhist hall together.

"Abbot, tell me the sutra again."

The head monk put his hands together and bowed deeply.

Later, he looked at Han Zirong and said, "Poor monk Jianshi, I don't know the name of the donor, what happened?"

Suddenly.

All the monks looked at Han Zirong together.