Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Song Tingran was afraid of ghosts, but not people. She could tell it was a human figure, so she quickly silenced her husband and got dressed.

"Who is outside the door? Tell me your name!"

"Donor, the poor monk's name is sincere. Some pilgrims reported that the temple is haunted. I came here to check it out. It has been found out that there is a wild cat causing trouble. Please rest assured."

Master Chengding's words were like timely rain, directly dispelling the tension.

Song Tingran opened the door, opening only a small gap, and walked out. In the middle of the night, the master came to tell her that he was not allowed to see you.

"Master Chengding, thank you very much, but we heard crying, which was very miserable. What is going on?"

"Amitabha, donor, it is unknown whether there are no ghosts in this world, or there are wild cats and the sound of wind."

This was the first time Song Tingran met Master Chengding. He looked extraordinary and spoke slowly and calmly, which made people feel at ease.

"Thank you, Master. Then I will go back and rest. You should also go back and rest soon."

"The benefactor, walk slowly."

Song Tingran smiled, she was at the door of the room, Master Chengding was really polite.

After returning to the house, the figure at the door also disappeared. The husbands could clearly hear what was said outside just now, and they were all relieved now.

"I have to go to burn incense tomorrow morning, so go to bed. It's getting late."

Song Tingran returned to the bed, and the husbands also lay down on their own. She closed her eyes and thought about the voice. She must have heard it correctly, but in a daze, she also felt that maybe she had really misheard.

Just like a cry, but not.

The bells of Jinming Temple rang early, the monks got up early, and Song Tingran's family got up too.

Dress, wash, and eat fast food.

This morning's fast meal was not as good as last night's. The cornstarch irritated my throat and was difficult to swallow. The pickles were also very salty, so I couldn't eat more than a few bites, but a pipe of warm water was enough.

The husbands have all experienced hardship. They ate relatively little last night and are really hungry now.

After drinking warm water and eating steamed buns, Song Tingran said that he would burn incense first, then find a hidden place, and then eat some fruit together for a change.

The incense-burning position had to be climbed further up. When she arrived at the gate of Jinming Temple, she saw the person who had knelt down at the door again yesterday. She was kneeling at the door, waiting for the door to open.

This man was so pious that Song Tingran simply ranked second.

"Are you okay? Did you stay here all night?"

The man kneeling on the ground lifted his cloak, revealing a weathered face. He couldn't tell his age, but he was not too young, at least forty years old.

"I'm sorry, today is my first one. I have the honor to meet Master Chengding and bless him personally."

Song Tingran didn't know there was such a saying, and he admired the cloaked girl's perseverance.

"It's okay, as long as you can fulfill what you want."

The cloaked girl's eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had hope again, and she murmured: "Will it come true? Maybe."

A monk opened the door, and the cloaked girl stood up, but because she knelt for too long, she fell down and fainted.

The monks quickly carried it into the Zen room and showed it to Master Chengding, who knew medical skills.

Other tourists can continue to burn incense.

"This person fainted. Does that first stick of incense still belong to her? She took three steps and knelt down before coming up." Chang Yuqiao asked regretfully.

"Forget it, Bodhisattva will see her sincerity, let's burn incense."

This incense was sold nearby and was very cheap. Song Tingran followed the example of others and knelt on the mat.

Whether some people express this wish or not, it all depends on themselves.

Song Tingran made a wish directly in her heart, hoping that the Bodhisattva could bless their family with good health and safety.

There are many mats, five or six in a row, so that incense can be burned at the same time.

The husbands also each offered incense and made wishes.

At this moment, a girl ran to the lobby like crazy.

"Everyone, listen to me. This Jinming Temple is a place that eats people without spitting out their bones. It is full of evil and haunted. Leave quickly, leave quickly, and don't come back again!"

This man's whole body stank, and he didn't know what was stained on his shoes. There were yellow water stains every step he took.

She kept shouting, but the pilgrims did not dare to approach, and the monks from Jinming Temple stood by to dissuade her.

Song Tingran took her husband to the side. The more she looked at him, the more she felt that this man looked familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere.

"Do you think that person looks familiar? I really can't remember it. Take a look."

The husbands watched carefully.

"I know, she worked in our house, is she the one who went with the fool?" Xiao Yuchen said.

After saying this, Song Tingran remembered it, and the other husbands also had an impression.

It was Li Yanli. When Da Shuangzi came to work in place of her sister, she blindly cheated and tricked others into asking for things. This was the person who started making noises along with her.

But why would she be here, coming from Ping'an Town to Jinming Temple to cause trouble?

Obviously unreasonable.

Li Yanli continued to make trouble, took out a kitchen knife from the package, and kept waving it around. She would chop anyone who came up to pull her, as if she was crazy.

A young master ran over from the meditation room in a panic.

"Master Chengding is dead!"

"what?"

Only two people were left to watch Li Yanli, while the other monks went to the Zen room in the backyard.

Li Yanli stood there and laughed.

"You will not be able to survive for your own misfortune. God is still kind and kind. He told the evil man who deserves to go to hell to die. He is really blind. Hahaha."

Li Yanli looked at the situation, turned around and ran away, but now that Master Chengding was dead, she was the most suspect and was quickly stopped by the two monks who were left behind.

She clenched the kitchen knife in her hand.

"I don't want to hurt you, let me leave."

"No, we, Master Chengding, don't know what's going on right now. You can't leave. If you're not the murderer, put down the kitchen knife and we will find out the truth."

Li Yanli was shaken, but still didn't let go of the kitchen knife. She obviously didn't trust the people in Jinming Temple, and the two parties tried back and forth.

The man from the backyard meditation room came back, angry and sad.

"Master Chengding is really dead. The fainted man in the cloak is also missing. Seal Jinming Temple immediately and report to the official!"

Jinming Temple, which had always been quiet, suddenly fell into chaos, and the pilgrims were very scared. This murderer was able to kill even the master of Jinming Temple, so he would inevitably not attack others.

Song Tingran comforted the husbands.

Shi Yan, Sang Cheng and Wen Li protected their pregnant brothers and followed other pilgrims to the lobby of Jinming Temple, waiting for the government officials to arrive.

"It's okay, don't be afraid. The murderer committed the murder during the day, and now he must be hiding in a panic. There are many people here, so it is safe."