The final BOSS comes from twenty years later

After Tang Luo finished speaking inexplicably, he took Zhou Nanxin and walked forward quickly.

"Hey, wait!"

Feng Le wanted to go and ask him to ask clearly, but Tang Luo pulled Zhou Nanxin all the way to the front of the team.

Although Longtai Mountain is high.

However, it is not as steep as Mount Taishan and Huashan.

After spending an afternoon on the top of the mountain, the number of stalls and vendors finally increased. Those who helped with taking pictures, selling souvenirs, and delicacies of Longtai Mountain, the mountain top and the mountainside showed different scenery.

Here is a small platform on the top of the mountain, and there is a higher place in front.

Going up the neat stone steps, it turned out to be a temple with new pillars in red lacquer, eaves with hanging corners, a little monk in a gray robe hiding in the doorway playing with a mobile phone, and thick and fragrant green smoke in the courtyard. It rises, and then disappears into the air by the wind on the top of the mountain.

From the mountainside to the top in one breath.

The students dispersed to buy water and food, and went to rest.

Feng Le followed slowly, standing behind Tang Luo, and looking at the temple on the high platform not far away with him.

"Tang Luo, this is the temple you said is very spiritual? This looks too fake, right? The incense is clearly marked, and it also provides free Wi-Fi and WeChat payment... There is no sense of history at all."

"It's up to you to burn or not. Anyway, you who believe in me won't suffer."

Tang Luo finished casually.

Then he walked directly into the temple.

This temple was built on the side of a mountain with a steep cliff behind it. From a distance, the temple seemed to be fixed in the air by those eighty steps.

Seeing him coming up, the little monk at the door hurriedly hid his mobile phone in his sleeve. Amitabha's chanting gave a gentle salute. Tang Luo smiled at him, pointed his finger at the corner with half of his head exposed, and kept quietly staring at his big The monk, Tang Luo walked into the yard contentedly until he saw the little monk's horrified expression facing death.

The small courtyard of the temple is clean and tidy, and there are no people. There is a sycamore tree growing in the corner, with lush branches and leaves extending to the sky. In the middle of the courtyard, there is an incense burner. A large bundle of incense is slowly burning, and green smoke comes out from here. of.

Tang Luo walked slowly.

Soon I saw the person he was looking for.

One……

A monk tied to a pillar.

The monk was in his twenties and was a bit sloppy or eclectic.

Except for this monk whose mouth was blocked by a cloth strip and whose expression was constantly twitching and contorted in horror, a big yellow dog beside him was also tied to another pillar. The same panic and the same twisting, it was like a monk's clone.

To confirm that it is him.

Tang Luo squinted his eyes, the monk and the dog's twisting became more violent, his eyes widened in fear, as if he wanted to break the rope and escape from him.

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As Tang Luo's footsteps got closer, the monk with fifteen points on his head twisted his body hard, trying to get a little further away from him, and the dog desperately pulled his head back, almost vomiting. Foam out.

Step by step walked to the front of the pillar.

Tang Luo stretched out his hand.

Not to him.

It stopped another monk passing by.

"Could you please tell me why the two of them are tied up here? It doesn't seem to fit together like this... Well, Dharma."

"Oh oh, this benefactor, he is the monk in our temple who has signed off the lottery. He is named Juren. Today, he violated the temple's rules, so he was slightly punished. Juren has a deep understanding of Buddhism and has signed for several years. The explanation of the text has never been missed. If the donor wants to ask for a sign, I will call the host over."

Seeing someone inquiring about the monk, the little monk quickly put his hands together and pretended to be.

This is business...

In the off-season, the temple days are very hard.

"How much does it cost?" Tang Luo asked.

"No money, it's just that the interpretation is about chance. It disturbs the Buddha and needs to add some sesame oil to the Buddha." The little monk was very professional.

So Tang Luo touched his pocket.

Take out two dozen Chinese coins and throw them into the merit box without looking at them.

"This is 20,000 yuan. It should be sincere as the sesame oil money. I want to cancel the signing. Can you let him down now?"

"Of course you can, of course, Amitabha."

He believed in Buddha.

The rich are the Buddha.

The little monk bowed and hurried to help the dog untie the rope.

Tang Luo glanced at the tied monk, pulled out the rag stuck in his mouth under his horrified eyes, threw it aside, and slowly untied the rope for him.

"The master, why do you see me so scared? Is it because I am so fierce?"

"...Of course, of course not."

The monk's legs were soft, and he looked at his cloth shoes tremblingly, not daring to look at Tang Luo at all.

After the dog next to him was dismantled by the little monk, he didn't look back. After landing, he ran up and down. The monk actually wanted to run, but his legs were numb and he couldn't run.

So he can only cry with grief.

Chao Tang Luo squeezed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Brother, if I help you solve a sign, you just let me go, OK, I'm really afraid of you, my legs are weak."

"can."

Tang Luo nodded.

He had a lot of things to ask this interesting guy, so he looked back at the little monk next to him, "Can we go chat alone."

"Donor please."

The little monk happily ran away carrying the merit box.

There are not many monks in this temple. It is not the peak tourist season, and there are no people in the small courtyard. Tang Luo took out a paper towel from his pocket and wiped the stone steps, sat down on it, and then raised his head and looked at this. Not very serious monk.