"Jian'er, take your claws away. I don't want to become a one-armed god..." Song Ruoxi tried to save his arms several times, but Jian'er, who thought she wanted to escape in the battle, tightly tied it tightly with brute force, unable to break free, and almost dislocated.

"I'm a hand, not a claw." Jian'er glared at Song Ruoxi with dissatisfaction and let go of his hand.

"Puchi."

Song Ruoxi and Jian'er looked back and saw that all four of them had smiles on their faces. I don't know who laughed out loud, and neither of them pursued them.

Jian'er smiled and said, "Go to this side, you will soon arrive at the Lotus Platform."

The lotus platform is a huge rock, shaped like a blooming lotus, and the name of Jinglian Temple originated from this huge rock. Looking at the pieces of stones that look like petals, Song Ruoxi sincerely sighed, the magic of nature.

"The stone is like a lotus flower and the heart is facing the Buddha, and the bright moon in the mountains is meditating between the fingers." Ye Shuhua chanted softly.

After walking around the lotus platform, several people followed Jian'er to the stele forest. There were two roads from the lotus platform to the stele forest. Jian'er took them on the road of Jinglian Pond. It was already winter, and the lotus leaves on the pond were withered. A wooden bridge connected by chains floated on the water. The wooden board was half a meter wide and one meter long, with a total of eighteen pieces. The board was carved with lotus patterns. It is said that only people with pure hearts can cross the bridge smoothly, otherwise they will fall into the water.

"This is a clean bridge. You have to walk through it step by step. You can reach the Stele Forest after you cross the clean bridge." Jian'er pointed to the clean bridge, "Who of you passes first?"

A glimmer flashed in Chen Mo's eyes, his hands folded, and he said respectfully and politely: "I'll ask my little master to lead the way first."

"Amitabha, the rules in the temple are in charge. The donor first invites you, and then." Jian'er said with a tribute.

Although Song Ruoxi and Ye Shuhua were not slandered, they were disciples of the Holy Monk and the God Niang, and they were half a Buddhist. Naturally, the Chen brothers and sisters crossed the bridge first. Since it was a rule, Chen Mo was not good at violating the rules. He narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled, "Then let's cross the bridge first."

Chen Mo walked cautiously, and the wooden board just swayed gently on the water surface. When he walked to the opposite side, there was no accident and frowned slightly. Could it be that he was too suspicious? He turned around and said, "Second brother, you pass first."

Chen Yin followed his brother's instructions and walked over the bridge. Although his shoes were soaked in some pool of water, he arrived safely.

Chen Yiwei frowned, carefully carried her skirt, stepped onto the first wooden board, and stepped onto the second wooden board. She couldn't stand steadily, and she swayed, took a breath, stood onto the third wooden board, and the bridge was shaking violently. Just as she was about to step onto the fourth wooden board, Jian'er suddenly shouted loudly from behind: "Beware, there is a water snake in the water!"

Most girls are afraid of snakes, insects, rats and ants. Chen Yiwei was so scared that she screamed. Her feet slipped, and her body shook left and right, and she couldn't hold on. Seeing that she was about to fall into the pool, one person flew out at both ends of the bridge at the same time.

Chen Mo was a little far away. Ye Shuhua was the one who saved Chen Yiwei. He reached out and took Chen Yiwei into his arms. He gently tapped his left foot on the wooden board, and turned around and took Chen Yiwei back to his original place.

Chen Yiwei leaned against Ye Shuhua's arms, her face turned pale and she was still frightened.

Song Ruoxi was amazed. He didn't expect that the sick Ye Shuhua had such good skills!

Seeing that his sister was not in the water, Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief and landed steadily in front of the two of them. After glaring at Jian'er in a angrily manner, he bowed to Ye Shuhua and said, "Thank you, Master, for your help."

Ye Shuhua helped Chen Yiwei stand firm, took a few steps back, kept a suitable distance from her, clasped her hands together, and smiled and said, "Amitabha, I am merciful, donors do not need to thank you."

Chen Yiwei looked at Ye Shuhua gratefully, lowered her head and said, "Brother, I don't want to go to the Beilin, I want to go back to the lay Buddhist building to rest."

"Okay, let's go back to the lay Buddhist building." Chen Mo turned his head and looked at Song Ruoxi, with his eyes slightly dark, "I'm sorry, Master Jingchen finds someone to take us back to Yongkang Villa."

"Okay." Song Ruoxi agreed. Just as he turned around and walked a few steps, he saw two little nuns walking towards him with buckets, "You two send a few donors back to Yongkang Villa."

"Yes, uncle." The two little nuns put down the bucket.

"Amitabha, the little monk is waiting for his master, so he will not walk with the donor." Ye Shuhua said.

"Master, please give in." Chen Mo said.

Chen Yin had already stumbled across from the opposite side, his clothes were wet, and he smiled silly at Chen Yiwei, "The water snake is not poisonous, girl, don't be afraid."

Chen Yiwei turned her face away and refused to pay attention to her, her second brother who was a little slow to react, and then squinted his eyes and stood beside him. He was a bad girl, dared to deliberately mess with her!

Chen Mo took his younger brother and sister to follow the two little nuns and went back to Yongkang Villa along the path beside Jinglian Pool.

Song Ruoxi, Ye Shuhua and Jian'er returned the same route.

"Senior brother, your martial arts are so powerful, you flew over immediately?" As Jian'er's identity, he could not call Ye Shuhua as his senior brother, but no one told her what she should call him, so she followed Song Ruoxi's name to Ye Shuhua.

Ye Shuhua did not correct Jian'er's name and said modestly: "It's not worth mentioning."

"Senior Brother, are you doing light skills, right? What's your name?" Jian'er didn't plan to let Ye Shuhua go so easily.

"Pengzheyun." Ye Shuhua smiled gently.

"Senior brother, was it the master who taught you?" Jian'er continued to ask.

"no."

"Who is the master who teaches you kung fu?"

"My name is inconvenient to mention it, please forgive me."

"Senior brother, have you been to many places?"

"The little monk has been traveling around with his master over the years."

"Senior Brother, where have you been?" Jian'er turned into a plaster, "Let's talk! Senior Brother."

"Before I came here, I went to Taihang Pass with my master..."

Jian'er pestered Ye Shuhua and asked questions constantly, and Ye Shuhua answered one by one with a good temper. Song Ruoxi followed the two of them silently. When he reached the fork in the road, Song Ruoxi stepped forward and took Jian'er's arm, raised his head and smiled, "Senior brother, if you go to the Zen room here, Jian'er and I will not go there."

"I..." Jian'er lived in the temple for nine years and had never left. The farthest thing was to go to Hetang Village at the foot of the mountain several times. She was full of curiosity about the outside world. Although Ye Shuhua's answer was simple, it also allowed her to understand the excitement outside. She wanted to continue asking.

"Shut up!" Song Ruoxi glared at Jian'er and looked up at Ye Shuhua, and there was another smile like a flower, "Senior brother, please!"
Chapter completed!