The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Shang Xi didn't want to find a master to talk about scriptures and Taoism. He could just accompany Yuhua and burn incense sticks.

However, there were quite a few people going up and down the mountain, and everyone was carrying a small basket in their hands, probably filled with incense and candles.

Mr. Wan said: "Let's go up."

Several people and women walked in front, and Mr. Wan and Cheng Feng walked behind.

As soon as you arrive at the entrance to the mountain, you can see sincere people. Several middle-aged women are kneeling at the foot of the mountain.

Several people had to go around from both sides and climb up the steps.

Hearing the name Wudeng Temple, Shang Xi thought it was a small temple, but when he went up, he saw that it was a big temple.

The mountains are filled with smoke and incense. People come here, rich and poor, men, women, old and young.

There are people kneeling in front of the main hall, and you have to queue up if you want to put a few coins into the merit box.

Yuhua said happily: "It's the right time to come back. This place must be magical."

At this time, Mrs. Wan was already kneeling on the ground holding Buddhist beads and reciting scriptures that no one could understand.

When he got up, there were still tears in the corners of his eyes. Shang Xi stepped forward and asked, "Are you okay?"

Mrs. Wan said: "Mom is fine, she is happy."

"Do you need to go and have a rest?"

Mrs. Wan wiped the corners of her eyes with a silk handkerchief and said, "No, I'll go to the merit box to donate some incense money."

Yuhua said excitedly: "I also want to donate some today."

She took out her money bag, took out three copper coins and handed them to Shang Xi.

Shang Xi said: "I'll forget it, you go."

"Oh, here you go, this is all for accumulating merit."

Shang Xi looked at the three coins stuffed in his hand and had to line up silently between Madam Wan and Yuhua.

Shang Xi stood in the queue, and from time to time he heard the sound of coins being thrown into the merit box.

Shang Xi thought that this business would be great if it could be done like this, so he queued up to give away money, and all of them were willing to do so.

Looking at the splendid construction of this temple, you can see how rich this temple is.

She waited and waited and finally got Mrs. Wan. Mrs. Wan took out a banknote. Shang Xi was embarrassed to see how much it was, but Yuhua was trustworthy and whispered in Shang Xi's ear: "Five hundred taels." "

A monk guarding the merit box said: "Donor, please write down your name."

It turns out that this is a merit book.

While Mrs. Wan was writing her name, Shang Xi threw the money in his hand into the merit box, followed by Yuhua.

Shang Xi looked at Yuhua who was lining up behind Mrs. Wan and whispered, "It's none of our business, let's wait aside."

Yuhua whispered: "Don't we leave our names in the merit book?"

Shang Xi smiled and said, "Not everyone leaves their name."

Of the many people who lined up just now, three of them were in the merit book. She didn't need to look at Shang Xi to understand that it must have been a lot of money donated by others. The three copper coins each of her and Yuhua were not enough to cause trouble for others. .

Yuhua also quickly understood. In order not to be embarrassed, Monk Xi stood aside and waited for Madam Wan. She didn't know what Madam Wan said to the monk.

After a while, a monk came to see Mrs. Wan.

Mrs. Wan smiled and said: "Let's follow the master to ask for a fortune."

Shang Xi said: "I'll call Cheng Feng."

Cheng Feng was standing far away from Mr. Wan at this time, watching Shang Xi's every move carefully.

As soon as Shang Xi turned around, she met Cheng Feng's eyes. She smiled and waved to Cheng Feng, and they came over.

Cheng Feng took her hand and said, "What's wrong?"

Shang Xi said, "Your mother is going to ask for a visa. Let's go together. It's a big place here and there are many people. Don't let us get separated in a while."

Your mother pleased Mrs. Wan. She took one of Shang Xi's hands and said, "Good boy, let's follow the master."

In this way, several people came to a side hall, which was empty except for a monk.

Several women each drew a lot.

Yuhua was the most excited. She held the lottery in her hand and asked Shang Xi in a low voice: "What lottery did you draw?"

Shang Xi glanced at Yuhua, and Yuhua's eyes were round, "Sign up and I will know that you have the best life."

After hearing this, Mrs. Wan showed a smile on her face, kowtowed to the Buddha statue in front of her again, and said: "My Buddha is merciful, and I wish you good luck..."

In front of the Buddha statue are filled with lotus lanterns produced by their family, as well as candles specially made for Buddhists. It seems that people who offer incense are really willing to spend money. The lotus lanterns they sell are not cheap.

Shang Xi asked Yuhua: "What are you smoking?"

Yuhua said: "The ninth lottery, but I don't know what it means."

Mrs. Wan said: "Let the master interpret it."

Yuhua respectfully handed the bamboo stick in her hand to the master.

Cheng Feng saw that it was not interesting, so he quietly opened the door and went out. The light inside the room was very dark, but the sunshine outside was very good.

He walked along the side hall and it became quieter and quieter as he walked.

A squirrel on a high wall attracted Cheng Feng. This thing was so cute squatting on the wall. Cheng Feng pulled out the knife on his body, thought about it and put it back inside his clothes. It would be bad if such a cute little thing was hurt. .

He moved closer little by little. Just when he thought he was sure to succeed, Cheng Feng missed the target.

He hadn't hunted for a long time, and this moment aroused his desire to win.

Follow the squirrel and jump over the wall.

The squirrel should live in the temple. It ran around the back wall of the temple, ran a few meters and looked back at Cheng Feng.

Finally he stopped at a window.

Cheng Feng waited for the opportunity quietly, and the sound of two people talking came from the room.

"Can't I do this coal business?"

"As long as someone named Qian is around, you will never be able to do it."

"Hmph, with such a big charge on his head, can he still come out alive?"

"Master Fu Yin, don't underestimate the enemy."

Cheng Feng stretched out his hand and clamped the squirrel's neck, and it made a meow similar to that of a cat.

"Who?"

"Don't be nervous, sir. It's a cat in the temple."

The man was worried, so he stuck his head out the back window and took a look. What he saw were weeds and trees, not even a single figure.

"Sir, I also want to see a distinguished guest."

Mr. Fu Yin waved his hand, and the man got up and went out.

Cheng Feng found a sunny place to bask in the sun and watched a group of very devout believers walking around.

He neither believes in Buddhism nor destiny.

Inside the house.

"Master Chenming, this is my son's birthday."

After looking at it, the master said: "Three stars are shining brightly. You will get whatever you ask for, and you will be blessed with a good life."

Madam Wan glanced at Master Wan, both of them were very happy. Madam Wan wanted to see Master Chen Ming so much because she wanted him to show Cheng Feng his birthday. With a few words from the master, she could feel at ease.

Mrs. Wan took out another birthday and handed it to the master: "Master, this is the birthday of my daughter-in-law."