The red dress in the fog is the most conspicuous.

The monk just stood there quietly, not knowing how long he had been standing or what he was thinking. There were people coming and going around him, but the uncles and aunts who even had to tease him seemed to have not seen him, climbed to the top to rest, greeted their old friends, and walked into the temple gate with a smile.

Chen Shu pretended to be very tired, grabbed Qingqing's arm and divided the weight on her.

After climbing the last step, he continued to pretend to be tired, inhale and exhale, and then let go of Qingqing and bow to the monk in one's ten steps.

The monk saluted him almost at the same time.

"Honor."

"Amitabha."

Two sounds sounded at the same time.

Chen Shu stood up straight.

The monk also straightened his body, neither sad nor happy, and asked calmly: "Can the donor get what he wants when he travels west?"

"The harvest of this trip is beyond imagination." Chen Shu remembered Master Tongzhi, and then put away his laughter. While speaking, he vomited white mist in the late autumn morning. "I have to thank the Venerable for his guidance. Unfortunately, I failed to bring the Venerable disciples back."

"He has found what he wants and what he wants, and he has become a Buddha." The monk smiled, "Thank you, donor."

"I dare not take it."

"I'm here to thank you this time. The donor wants to visit the temple, so he can let the two of you play together."

“Same light…”

Only then did Chen Shu see a monk not far away. He was young, fair and as white as jade, tall and strong, wearing a moon-white monk's robe. He was being wrapped in a photo by several aunts with wool curls. The monk responded patiently.

When Chen Shu withdrew his gaze, his face was empty.

"?"

A good way to divert attention.

Chen Shu blinked his eyes and looked at Qingqing beside him. He knew that Qingqing must have not been diverted by the great monk: "When did he leave?"

"just."

"How did you go?"

"It suddenly disappeared." Ning Qing paused and pursed his lips, "It was just a phantom."

"oh……"

Chen Shu dragged a long tail sound.

I thought he ran away quickly...

Because he was very sure that there was no teleportation method in this world except his own crystal, and the space could not be broken, so any sudden disappearance must be the realization of other means.

Chen Shu was a little regretful.

I originally wanted to ask him when the Bodhisattva in response to the robbery became a Buddha, how Cao Ci dealt with it, etc. There was no other reason, it was the Eight Trigrams.

The Bodhisattva who responds to the kalpa becomes a Buddha is undoubtedly one of the biggest things in this world. It is probably even greater than the change of the emperor of Yiguo. If the Bodhisattva who responds to the kalpa becomes a Buddha in this generation, plus the mark on Master Tongdeng's body, it may mean that in the next period of time, the Buddhist will have two Buddhas at the same time.

"Dear beauties donors, all beauties donors, I'm really sorry, there are guests on the little monk's side. If the reception is not good, you will be scolded by the master, so please Rong Xiaoseng will say goodbye first."

“Okay…”

A group of aunts smiled and became reasonable in an instant.

The ancient Buddha of Qingdeng then pulled out, came to them, and bowed together: "Amitabha, the donor of green vegetables, and the donor of female, we met again."

"I'll introduce it to you, this is Zhao Yeqing."

"cough!"

The young monk who practiced Zen and martial arts almost broke his skills.

The ancient Buddha of Qingdeng recovered from his senses, looked at Chen Shu, and then Ning Qing, and his expression gradually became strange: "If I remember correctly, this female... Zhao Yeqing's donor is also the roommate of grandma donor..."

"Master Qingdeng, pay attention to expression management."

"Amitabha, thank you for your reminder." Qingdeng Ancient Buddha slowed down for a while, "Grandma donor doesn't know about this yet?"

"I already knew it last month."

"I dare ask... what did she react at that time?"

"Master Qingdeng is so gossipy."

"Everyone has a curiosity."

"I don't know what to say, she wasn't normal that day anyway, she had a lot of appetite."

"Amitabha……"

Qingdeng Ancient Buddha thought to himself, but his face remained calm and smiled, and turned to the temple gate: "Please, please, today, except for the white pagoda on the top of Xinzheng Temple, the entire Xinzheng Temple is open to the two donors."

"Can the five dollars of lunch be reimbursed?" Chen Shu took Qingqing to follow him.

"It's up to our court to take care of it." The young monk didn't even say anything, "But the last time the two donors came to Xinzheng Temple, it didn't cost any money to use Zhai?"

"I forgot to bring my ID this time."

"It's okay..."

The young monk suddenly paused: "But some time ago, several seniors from Lingzong came to my Buddhism to get a conversion certificate..."

“emmm…”

Chen Shu pondered for a few seconds, ignored the gaze that Qingqing beside him, and pretended not to know:

"There is still this?"

"The little monk also felt strange. What's even more strange is that a senior brother in the yard was happy a few days ago. He talked about this to the senior brother of Yu'anguan during a chat. He learned that several seniors of the Lingzong had also obtained a conversion certificate in the Taoist sect."

"This is a good thing, a major breakthrough in diplomacy."

Chen Shu opened his eyes wide, his face did not blush and his heart did not beat. Even if Xiu Jing’s heart was Qingqing, it was difficult to see the flaws, and naturally changed the topic:

"Did you become a monk in Shinzhengji?"

"yes."

"Are you big or small in this generation?"

"A young monk is considered young by age, but the master has a high seniority. After joining the master's name, the monk's seniority is several generations higher."

"That Venerable was your master just now?"

"yes."

"I was lucky enough to see the Venerable twice, but I still don't know the Venerable's name."

"Maybe it was because the master expected the donor's conversation with me today, or maybe it was because the donor felt that you and I had known each other for a long time and should have known the master's name." Qingdeng Ancient Buddha led them slowly into the temple, "Master is clear at the top."

"Zhiming..."

"You should climb the heights on the Double Ninth Festival, so the monk took two group members to the highest point of our temple except the White Pagoda, climbed up to look far and wide, and enjoyed the autumn of Yujing."

“It’s foggy.”

"The fog dissipated soon."

The two followed him, through the densely populated places of tourists, and through the numerous temples, walking up the road, unobstructed during the period.

Valley iron

The morning mist was gradually dispelled by the light, and the world became clearer.

The white tower looks much larger than at the entrance of the temple or at the foot of the mountain. The bottom of the tower is about half a basketball court, round, and the whole is snow-white and stone-cast, vaguely exuding a clear and pleasant fragrance. A circle of chrysanthemums grow around the bottom of the tower. Well, wood chrysanthemums, foreign varieties.

The yellow-core and white-petaled chrysanthemums look fresh and elegant, each plant is clean and has a large amount of flowers, which makes the white tower more and more holistic.

When the few people arrived at the edge of the White Tower, the last trace of morning mist dissipated.

Just like the mask being unveiled, in just a few seconds, the picture in front of me became clear from blur.

The whole mountain starts from the middle of the mountain, with smoke rising in the palace courtyards. There are straight steps below the mountain, and the climbing pedestrians are pious and small. The Yujing Plain in the distance is shrouded in the thick autumn colors, with mottled colors.

The golden top of the white tower reflects sunlight.

The air was clear, and Chen Shu saw the blue smoke from Yu'an Temple, the autumn forests of Hongshan Mountains, and the entire Yujing City.

"This chrysanthemum is growing well."

"The Bodhisattva who responded to the robbery personally planted it last year."

"The Bodhisattva who responds to the robbery? Last year?"

"Yes." The young monk smiled slightly, "When the First Emperor abdicated, the Bodhisattva of Responsible for the Tribulation came down from the White Pagoda, sprinkled seeds, and was shining by the Buddha's light. The next day, this circle of flowers bloomed around the White Pagoda, and has never faded until now."

"Can you pick it?"

"This... I have never picked it."

"What a pity."

That is the flower planted by the Buddha in the future, and there is also such an allusion related to the ancestors. Picking one into dried flowers will make it worth it in the future...
To be continued...