The female bandit who traveled through another world knocked down Master Gao Leng

Li Mengyun looked at the little monk. He was so young, but he called himself a poor monk.

Under normal circumstances, I would definitely make a joke.

But now he was sad and angry because of his mother's affairs, so he just nodded slightly.

Li Mengyun looked up at the towering mountain top, without using any of her lightness skills, she lowered her head and silently climbed up the steps from the foot of the mountain.

Walking in the cool autumn breeze, the shadows of trees sway on both sides of the stone steps. A red maple leaf and a fallen leaf flutter in the wind.

From time to time, I could hear the chirping of birds.

On this mountain covered with red maples, Li Mengyun felt boundless loneliness and sadness.

After finally climbing the three thousand stone steps, Li Mengyun was already covered in sweat.

Because I was in such a hurry, I didn't even put on a cloak. When the cold wind blew on the top of the mountain, I couldn't help but feel cold and shivered.

At the foot of the mountain, red maple leaves fill the sky, as warm as fire. The afterglow of the setting sun falls on the maple leaves, dancing and mottled.

Li Mengyun looked for a while, closed her eyes, turned and walked into Nanshan Temple.

Nanshan Temple stands on the top of the mountain, overlooking the surrounding mountains.

The temple has red walls and golden tiles, with flying eaves and pointed corners. Green bamboos are planted all around, and there are several towering pines and cypresses in front of the temple, blocking out the sun.

The incense burner at the entrance of the temple is filled with sandalwood, giving off a soothing scent.

As it was evening, there were only a few pilgrims coming to burn incense.

Li Mengyun sniffed and walked towards the main door.

In the main hall of the temple, many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas with solemn appearances are enshrined.

They are in various shapes and poses, vivid and lifelike, with their eyebrows lowered and their eyes downcast, showing compassion.

Li Mengyun bowed as soon as she entered the door.

At this time, a young monk wearing a light yellow robe came over.

He bowed to Li Mengyun and said, "Lady donor, how can I help you?"

Li Mengyun took a look at the solemn hall.

She bit her lip and whispered, "Teacher Gu's wife is here with you. She is offering a long-burning lamp to Miss Song Yao of the Marquis of Jian'an. Could you trouble the little master to take me to see it?"

The young monk glanced at the sad look and the wet tears on Li Mengyun's face, nodded, and said, "Female donor, please follow me."

Turn around and lead the way.

The young monk took Li Mengyun to a Buddhist temple filled with eternal lamps.

Pointing to the three largest eternal lamps in the middle, he said, "Female donor, here is the eternal lamp of Song Yao, the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Jian'an.

One was offered by Madam Gu, one was offered by the wife of Marquis Jian'an, and the other was offered by the wife of Minister Yang."

Li Mengyun nodded slightly, thanked the young monk, and walked to the lamp with light lotus steps.

Looking up, I saw the names of the donors written next to the eternal lamps: Madam Gu, Madam Jian'an Hou's wife, and Madam Yang.

Li Mengyun stared at the two ever-burning lamps of the wife of Marquis Jian'an and Madam Yang.

The lights were flickering, and in Li Mengyun's eyes, the two ever-burning lamps seemed to have opened their bloody mouths and swallowed her mother in one gulp, while also making terrifying strange laughs.

Li Mengyun's eyes gradually turned blood red. She raised her hand and with a "ping pong" sound, the two eternal lamps shattered.

The young monk widened his eyes in shock: "Donor lady, the ever-burning lamp cannot be extinguished."

Li Mengyun curled the corners of her mouth slightly.

His voice was extremely cold: "Some things that harm people, after killing people, they offer eternal lamps to seek peace of mind. I am afraid that my mother will not be at peace in the underworld, it is better to destroy it."

"What do you mean by killing, benefactor? I don't understand. I only know that God is merciful." The young monk said with his ignorant eyes clasped together.

"Little Master, you are still young. You don't need to understand the filthiness of the world. You just need to do your homework well."

The little monk scratched his head and said "oh".

"Little Master, I want to offer a perpetual lamp for my mother. How much does it cost?"

The young monk put his hands together and said: "Female donor, this temple only needs fifty taels of silver to provide a perpetual lamp for a year."

Li Mengyun took out a silver note of five hundred taels from her bosom and handed it to the little monk with both hands.

He said sincerely, "Then, little master, please make sure my mother's ever-burning lamp is not extinguished. Because I left in a hurry, I only brought these with me. I will make up for it when the time comes."

The young monk looked at the five hundred taels of silver in his hand.

He bowed his head and said, "Don't worry, lady donor. Since we have accepted your donation, we will definitely do it. I just don't know who should be the donor?"

Li Mengyun said softly: "Li Mengyun, little master, just write the unfilial daughter Li Mengyun."

"Female donor, are you the daughter of the Marquis of Jian'an?"

Li Mengyun smiled: "She is my mother."

The young monk was dazzled by Li Mengyun's smile, and lost his mind, busy reciting the Heart Purification Mantra in his mind.

No wonder the master always said that the women down the mountain were tigers. The female donor in front of him was a tiger, and a tiger that was so beautiful that it could not be more beautiful.

"Amitabha." The young monk put his hands together, "I will definitely do everything for you, the female donor."

"Thank you." Li Mengyun also put her hands together, bowed to the little monk, turned around and walked out.

The little monk followed behind and escorted Li Mengyun out of the Buddhist hall.

Li Mengyun thought it was getting late and was about to go down the mountain directly.

At this time, a voice sounded: "Female donor, please stay."

Li Mengyun turned around when she heard the voice and saw an old monk wearing a bright red cassock, a square scarf on his head, and with a kind face bowing to her.

There was also a tall monk who was slightly younger than the old monk, and he also put his hands together.

Li Mengyun was so flustered that she quickly put her hands together and saluted: "Hello, old abbot! Hello, master!"

The old abbot, Master Jueyuan, nodded, his eyes suddenly shining as he looked at Li Mengyun.

As he looked at it, he nodded slightly, a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips, and he chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

Master Juehui also nodded slightly and kept twirling the Buddhist beads in his hand.

"I wonder what the old abbot and the master want to talk to me about?"

Abbot Jueyuan said in a serious tone, "Girl, you are a wandering soul from another world, and you came to this time and space by chance."

Li Mengyun's heart skipped a beat and her face turned pale. Damn, this is amazing, this old monk could tell where I came from at a glance?

Will they catch me and burn me as a monster?

Li Mengyun's whole body suddenly became cold, and even her blood seemed to have stopped flowing.

"Don't worry, young lady, I have no ill intentions.

Just reminding the girl that she will have a small disaster in the future.

If you can get through it, everything will be fine. If you can't get through it... just let it go with the flow and don't force it."

After hearing this, Li Mengyun became suspicious and pointed her finger at her nose and asked, "Old Abbot, I will have a small disaster. May I ask what kind of disaster it is?"

Master Jueyuan put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, Buddha said that it cannot be said, and the secret of heaven cannot be revealed. Girl, just go with the flow.

It's getting late, go down the mountain. Jiaci is in the temple, there will be someone to take care of her, don't worry."

Li Mengyun clasped her hands together, respectfully bowed to the two masters, then turned around and walked down the mountain in a daze.