The strongest chef in the three worlds

Chapter 634 Shang Zhaohua Temple
In the next two days, the relationship between Chen Yan and Yan Baoer increased at the speed of light, and the daily contact was extremely frequent.

Whenever they have time, the two of them will either start a video or talk on the phone.

If Chen Yan had heard Huaran's words, he would have called Sister Hua wise.

As the first woman in his life, Yan Bao'er did have a special meaning to him.

Moreover, Yan Baoer is not as independent as Song Liyue and Zeng Fengyi. Although he loves the three of them equally in his heart, at this moment, he will give Yan Baoer more or less care.

Two days later, the filming of the winery's advertisement was completed, and the funeral of the fortune-teller was also completed.

Because the fortune teller had no children, his funeral was not too grand, but there were all the necessary rituals.

Grateful for the kindness of the fortune teller, Qin Que specially asked someone to choose a place with excellent feng shui for him, and erected a monument for him.

On the stele, the names of Qin Que and Lan'er were also impressively listed. They appeared as the godson and daughter-in-law of the fortune teller, even though the fortune teller did not accept Qin Que as his godson.

Chen Yan and the others understood that Qin Que was thanking the fortune teller in his own way.

Moreover, they all knew that next, Qin Que would use all his strength to find Lan'er.

No matter who it is, it is impossible to persuade Qin Que.

After offering incense to the fortune teller, Chen Yan went to Anshu County alone.

No matter what, I have to go to see the dog first, and tell him the news of the fortune teller's death along the way, and there is also a photo of the fortune teller, which can be regarded as a memory for him.

Anshu County belongs to Heyang City, not far from Ningchuan.

Chen Yan drove off at ten o'clock in the morning and entered Anshu County after one o'clock in the afternoon.

After driving for more than half an hour, Chen Yan finally followed the navigation to the vicinity of Zhaohua Temple.

Going forward, there is only a bluestone path more than one meter wide.

This bluestone path looks a little new, judging from the excavation marks on both sides of the path, it should have been repaired recently.

Chen Yan parked the car on the side of the road and walked along the Qingshi path.

Five or six minutes later, Chen Yan came to the foot of Zhaohua Temple.

The hill in front of you should not exceed 200 meters above sea level. Standing at the foot of the hill, you can see Zhaohua Temple halfway up the hill.

Zhaohua Temple seems to be a little dilapidated. Even standing here, you can see that the walls of Zhaohua Temple are a little mottled. It is no wonder that Kuchan earns some money to repair the temple.

The incense in Zhaohua Temple didn't seem to be very good. Chen Yan hardly saw a few pilgrims along the way.

This was very different from the Ksitigarbha Temple he had been to before.

"Boom..."

Just as Chen Yan was walking towards Zhaohua Temple along the Qingshi path, a dull bell suddenly sounded in his ears.

The bells are very regular, one long and one short, continuous.

Hearing the sound of the bell, Chen Yan quickened his pace and soon came to the gate of Zhaohua Temple.

The Zhaohua Temple in front of me looks like an ancient temple with a certain age.

Inside the temple, there are only a few pilgrims, and they are all elderly people.

There are not many monks in the temple, which makes the whole temple look deserted.

Chen Yan walked into the temple, found a slightly younger monk, clasped his hands together and said, "Master, please pass it on to Master Kuchan for me, and say that Ningchuan Chen Yan is here to visit him."

"Sir, please wait a moment."

The monk returned a salute with clasped hands, and then went to pass on the message.

Five or six minutes later, the monk came back again, "Benefactor Chen, please come with the poor monk."

"Thank you master."

Chen Yan thanked the monk, and then followed the monk into the temple.

After passing through the backyard of the temple, the two entered the back mountain directly from the back door.

They walked along the rugged mountain road less than one meter wide, and Chen Yan asked curiously: "Doesn't Master Kuchan usually live in the temple?"

The monk nodded slightly, and replied: "The abbot likes to be quiet, and spends most of his time in the back mountain to practice."

"Oh."

Chen Yan replied, and continued to follow the monk up the path.

Soon, they saw Kuchan.

The location of Kuzen is just under a convex stone.

On both sides, two walls are simply made of wooden strips and thatch, which can barely shelter from wind and rain.

Kuchan sat cross-legged on a futon between two thatched walls, and when he saw Chen Yan coming with the monk, he stood up.

The monk bowed to Kuchan and quickly turned to leave.

"Benefactor Chen, long time no see!"

Ku Chan smiled at Chen Yan, and invited Chen Yan to sit down on another futon, "This place is simple, please don't be offended by Master Chen."

"Master was joking." Chen Yan smiled slightly, sat down casually, and joked: "Master, you said that you are a person who has made a lot of money. Even if you like quietness, you can make this place better. Why bother?" What about yourself?"

Ku Chan chuckled and said, "No way, there are so many places to spend money in the temple."

"Eh..." Chen Yan looked at Ku Chan with a dark face, "I feel like you are crying poor with me."

What a joke!
There are only so many people in this temple, even if there are more places to spend money, it will not make the bitter meditation so miserable.

Moreover, Kuchan still made a lot of money.

"Chen benefactor really has sharp eyes!" Ku Chan laughed, "The poor monk is thinking, please ask Chen benefactor to donate more sesame oil money!"

"..."

Chen Yan looked at Ku Chan speechlessly, this monk is really straightforward!
However, it's also really interesting.

"When I leave, I must donate more money for sesame oil." Chen Yan said with a smile.

"Then I will thank Benefactor Chen in advance."

Ku Chan showed a satisfied smile, and said again: "Benefactor Chen came to see the poor monk this time, what is the matter?"

Chen Yan didn't hide anything either, he told him about the fortune teller's death, and told him the purpose of his trip.

After listening to Chen Yan's narration, Ku Chan immediately shook his head and sighed: "The poor monk has already persuaded him that the heavenly secret must not be leaked, but he just refuses to listen. In the end, he still cannot escape this catastrophe!"

Chen Yan nodded, then let out a soft sigh, and asked curiously: "By the way, is Master familiar with him?"

"I'm not too familiar with him, I just met him a few times." Kuchan replied.

"Does the master know that since he knows that he will be punished by heaven if he reveals the secrets, why does he still leak the secrets?" Chen Yan looked at Ku Chan curiously.

He had thought about this question for a long time before.

The behavior of the fortune teller is a bit biased towards Tiger Mountain.

"I know a little bit." Ku Chan said: "Because he was born blind, he secretly hated the injustice of God! Even though he knew that he would be punished by the heavens for revealing the secrets, but he just wanted to reveal the secrets. The benefactor can understand that this is His rebellion against God’s injustice.”

That's it!

A look of sudden realization appeared on Chen Yan's face, he silently sighed in his heart, and asked again: "Where is the dog?"

(End of this chapter)