Long Xing's impression of Xiaokunshan Temple was entirely at night or early in the morning, or through spiritual touch.
The temple is a little different in broad daylight. The originally quiet foothills are surrounded by the melodious sounds of worshiping Buddha and chanting sutras, as well as the noise of many pilgrims.
Inside the temple, there is already a bustling crowd of pilgrims who come to pray to gods and Buddhas. Whether they are burning incense and praying to Buddha or asking for autographs, they all need to queue up, and the queue is very long, almost reaching the outside of the mountain gate.
Yingying ordered two servings of Lixiang and handed one to Long Xing, and the two lined up on the mountain road. While queuing, Long Xing looked at the temple boredly.
Looking up at the tall ancient bell behind the temple, there is a wave of thoughts lingering around the bell. Although he has never been to Xiaokunshan Temple during the day, he had a relationship with Kunshan Temple not long ago.
In addition to sneaking into the big bell under the ancient temple in Kunshan from the Mohist underground palace that night, and fighting the bell ringer once, he also dealt with Budai monk and the man in black at the last vertical burial mound.
By chance, I saved the lives of these two people, which was considered a good relationship. Now looking at the monks who were responsible for entertaining pilgrims on both sides of the mountain gate, Long Xing still remembered clearly in his mind that some of them were the brothers mentioned by Budai monk.
However, in the huge Xiaokunshan Temple, no one knew Long Xing except the bell ringer, the abbot Wuchen and the monk in black.
After waiting in line for half an hour, Long Xing and Yingying finally entered the temple hall and burned incense to worship the Buddha.
At this time, Yingying's expression became very pious. She bowed respectfully three times to the Buddha statue, and then put the incense stick on it. Her expression was serious, and she seemed to have very strong inner thoughts, always thinking that the Buddha could help her fulfill her wish.
Although Long Xing didn't believe in these godly things, he came today to pray for his adoptive parents, so he didn't just deal with it casually, but offered incense religiously like Yingying. He didn't dare to use his purple eyes to peek at the Buddha statue, and he was even less willing to use his mental power to detect everything in the hall.
After finishing the incense, Long Xing took a look at the main hall and found that the presiding master Wuchen was not here. There was no sign of Budai monk either.
"Master, please give me two lottery tubes, thank you." Yingying said to a young monk next to her with a smile.
The little monk was stunned by Yingying's appearance. He was stunned for a moment before he embarrassedly took two lottery tubes and handed them to Yingying.
"Husband, let's ask for the lottery together!" Yingying smiled prettyly and stretched out a lottery tube in front of Long Xing.
Long Xing originally came only to burn incense and pray for his adoptive parents, and had no intention of asking for a fortune. However, when he saw that Yingying had handed over the lottery tube, he did not refuse and took it.
The two of them knelt on the futon and began to ask for lots.
Yingying's expression was more pious than ever before, because this was related to her lifelong happiness, and what she was asking for was the marriage sign.
"Buddha, please give me instructions and provide guidance to Yingying. Please give me a son, even if it is a daughter. Should I abandon all worries and give everything I have to my husband?" Yingying closed her eyes. He closed his eyes and recited silently with great piety, while a pair of jade hands shook the lotus tube rhythmically.
After shaking for a few seconds, he opened his eyes again and glanced at Long Xing secretly. His eyes were full of love, but also contained a hint of complexity.
Because she thought of Wan'er at the same time, Long Xing handed it over to her adopted daughter.
It was because of Wan'er that she wanted to have a child that belonged to herself and Long Xing, and she felt a little guilty in her heart, fearing that she would treat Wan'er lightly.
When Long Xing asked for a fortune, he was not as serious as burning incense.
Because he feels that everyone's destiny should be determined by themselves, rather than being influenced by the so-called fortune.
Just as the two of them were having their own thoughts and asking for votes with different attitudes, an extremely frivolous voice suddenly came from Yingying's ears: "What a beautiful beauty!"
Yingying frowned, opened her eyes and looked to the left, only to see a rich young man wearing a double-breasted tiger uniform, staring at her with a lustful look on his face, and his saliva was almost drooling.
This young man also brought two strong bodyguards. It seemed that he was not here to ask for a fortune. This kind of person usually went to various romantic places to have fun, and he didn't know how he ended up in the temple.
"Go away quickly, don't interfere with me asking for a signature!" Yingying's face was cold and she scolded rudely.
The young master chuckled and said: "Beauty, you are so beautiful, why do you ask for a sign? Be my girlfriend, and I guarantee that you will be prosperous and wealthy for the rest of your life and live like a god!"
"Get lost!" This time, it was Long Xing who spoke and shouted coldly.
The young man's gaze bypassed Yingying and looked at Long Xing on the side of the futon. He saw an ordinary young man wearing an ordinary shirt and his appearance was not unusual. He dared to tell him to get lost. He was simply ignorant.
"Are you a man wearing silk clothes worthy of this beauty? It's you who should get out! I'll give you 100,000 yuan, break up with this beauty, and then roll down from the mountain gate to the foot of the mountain!" The young master said disdainfully.
And he actually asked the bodyguard to take out a bundle of 100,000 yuan in banknotes. It seems that this rich second generation also carries a large amount of cash with him and can show off at any time.
Long Xing's expression became even colder, "If you don't get out, I'll kick you from the gate to the foot of the mountain!"
"Oh, hey, you're still playing tricks, aren't you? People like you can't earn more than 100,000 yuan a year. I'll give you 100,000 yuan, but you still don't like it? Then I'll give you another 200,000 yuan. As long as you give me this beauty!" Young Master's words became more and more vulgar.
Originally, the monks who knew that the young master's identity was not simple did not dare to say anything, not to mention that the young master was a major worshiper of the Xiaokunshan Temple and was related to a connecting monk in the temple.
The young master was already planning to stretch out his hands to pull Yingying. He winked at the bodyguards around him and asked them to take Long Xing away.
The onlookers saw that such a thing happening in front of the Buddha was simply a blasphemy. The young monk next to him was too frightened to speak and retreated to the back.
In the astonished eyes of everyone, Long Xing moved, and he reached out his hand very quickly and grabbed the young master's wrist.
A pig-like howl sounded: "Oh, oh, it hurts!" His wrists were strangled so hard that he almost burst into tears, "You fucking dare to do something to me? Let me go! Otherwise I'm going to You must die a good death!"
"Oh, tell me what made me die so badly?" Long Xing sneered.
This rich second-generation son was obviously spoiled by his family. Wherever he went, he was domineering and lawless.
When I came to Xiaokunshan Temple, I dared to molest women in front of the Buddha statue and so many pilgrims.
It's a pity that I met Long Xing today.
The young master was strangled so painfully that he screamed like a slaughtering pig. He could only wink at the two bodyguards.
The two bodyguards immediately rushed up and wanted to punch Long Xing a few times to make him let go of their young master's hand.
However, how could Long Xing let them get what they wanted? He struck out like the wind and knocked the two bodyguards to the ground in an instant, leaving them unable to move for a moment.
The pilgrims inside and outside the temple hall all cheered when they saw Long Xing's extraordinary skills and taught the dandy and evil young man a lesson.
The monk next to him was relieved when he saw that the situation had changed. Since this young man can solve it by himself, they don't have to offend that young man.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, a great monk walked up and said, "Amitabha, this is the main hall of the temple, why should Fang Xiaoxiao be fighting and making noise here!"
The great monk, who was fat and fat, with big ears and a fat face like Maitreya Buddha, came closer and tried to stop Long Xing.
The person who came was none other than the counselor the young master was familiar with. "Master counselor, stop the murderer quickly and save our young master." The two bodyguards who were knocked to the ground hurriedly called for help as soon as they saw the counselor.
