Mo Xiaoyu hurried forward to support her, but it was a little cold in the mountains in the early morning, Mo Xiaoyu had no other clothes except the blood shirt on his body, but he took it off resolutely and put it on Ji Kexin.
"Aren't you cold?" Ji Kexin looked at the shirtless Mo Xiaoyu and said.
"It's okay, I have a cold and I don't delay anything. If you catch a cold and delay work, it will be dawn in a while. Why don't we go to the mountains to have a look."
"Okay".
So the two began to climb the mountain. In fact, Mo Xiaoyu was also cold, so it was fine to climb the mountain. Ji Kexin felt warm after climbing the mountain for a while, and returned Mo Xiaoyu's clothes to him.
Reclining Buddha Mountain is not very high, it is about a few hundred meters high, but it is winding and winding. When the two of them slowly climbed up the mountain, the east was already pale, and the sun was preparing for its final leap deep in the clouds.
The Temple of the Reclining Buddha is on the top of the mountain. After watching the sunrise, the two of them turned around the gate and entered the Temple of the Reclining Buddha. Unexpectedly, they were the first pilgrims of the day.
"Are you two going to burn incense and pay homage to the Buddha? This way please." A young monk saw that Mo Xiaoyu and Ji Kexin had come so early and that they behaved so well, he thought they might be rich, and the monk would wink at him too.
"Little Master, how old is this Reclining Buddha Temple?" Mo Xiaoyu asked.
"When there is a Buddha, there will be." The little master looks very young, but he speaks impeccably.
Ji Kexin felt amused when she saw Mo Xiaoyu deflated.
In the Daxiong Palace, two yellow worship mats have been set up. Ji Kexin looked at Mo Xiaoyu and asked, "Do you come first or I come first."
Mo Xiaoyu didn't say anything, just pointed to the prayer mat, indicating that Ji Kexin would come first, it was a bit awkward for the two of them to kneel down together, like praying to heaven and earth.
I don't know what Ji Kexin wished, but when it was Mo Xiaoyu's turn to kneel down, Mo Xiaoyu knelt down devoutly and chanted words.
After Mo Xiaoyu knelt down and worshiped, the little master asked, "How high are you two going to burn?"
Mo Xiaoyu understood that this was bargaining, but since Mo Xiaoyu came, he did not come for no purpose, so he said, "Is the abbot here?"
"Here, what's the matter with the benefactor?"
"I want to draw a lot and ask the abbot to explain it to me. In addition, the incense is not so high."
The little master understood what Mo Xiaoyu meant as soon as he heard it, so he went down to invite the abbot. After the little monk left, Ji Kexin looked at Mo Xiaoyu who was still kneeling on the ground and asked, "What do you ask for by drawing lots?"
"You can't solve it, and it's useless to talk to you." Mo Xiaoyu closed his eyes and muttered.
Ji Kexin wanted to kick him a few times, it was really annoying to play tricks.
After a while, an old monk came, and he looked at least seventy or eighty years old. Mo Xiaoyu suddenly couldn't bear to let him come here at such an old age.
"Donor, do you want to sign?" the old monk asked kindly.
Mo Xiaoyu nodded, took the stick handed over by the old monk, closed his eyes and began to shake it, after shaking for a while, fell to the ground with a sound, Mo Xiaoyu opened his eyes, picked it up and handed it to the old monk.
The old monk took a look and asked, "What is the benefactor asking?"
"Marriage". Mo Xiaoyu said.
Ji Kexin, who was standing behind him, almost laughed when she heard that Mo Xiaoyu was actually asking about marriage, but she didn't dare to laugh when she saw the old monk's serious expression.
"There is only Chun Tingyue in love, and it is like a photo of a departed person. This is a signature, benefactor. If you ask about marriage, this is a signature. The bright moon has affection, but Iraqis are innocent; Luohua has hatred, and there is no comfort." . The old monk said.
Mo Xiaoyu was taken aback for a moment, and thought to himself, damn it, it's so miserable, doesn't he even have someone to accompany him? Isn't there Ji Kexin now?
"Thank you master, is there a way to crack it?"
"Almsgiver, please go to the meditation room to have a fast meal." The old monk didn't explain, but instead invited Mo Xiaoyu and Ji Kexin to have a vegetarian meal in the backyard.
The three sat down in the meditation room, the young monk served tea, and then retreated.
"There is no way to crack it, as long as the donor is dedicated to the Buddha, the Lord Buddha will see it." The old monk laughed.
Mo Xiaoyu also smiled, the meaning is very obvious, you are the first group of pilgrims at the Reclining Buddha Temple today, you have to donate some sesame oil money anyway, and the cracking method that the old monk said is vague, obviously If you don't pay, people won't talk about it.
"Master, I would like to donate one hundred thousand sesame oil money, but I don't bring that much cash." Mo Xiaoyu said.
At first, Ji Kexin thought that Mo Xiaoyu was lying, so she didn't bring so much cash and wanted to entrust it? butImmediately, the old monk's words became more interesting, "It's okay, we have a POS machine here, and you can swipe your card."
Ji Kexin looked at Mo Xiaoyu again, and thought to herself, she must have fallen into a pit, and she didn't bring any cash, so she didn't know that there were modern equipments in other temples.
What Ji Kexin didn't expect was that Mo Xiaoyu actually took out a bank card, swiped the card and signed in front of Ji Kexin, and donated 100,000 yuan just like that. Mo Xiaoyu didn't even bat an eye, making Ji Kexin dumbfounded .
Because of Mo Xiaoyu's 100,000 donation, the abbot named Ming Kong became more enthusiastic about Mo Xiaoyu and Ji Kexin, and even took the two of them around the temple. It has been a long time since there have been such generous pilgrims.
Unknowingly, I came to the Tallinn outside the temple. This is the place where the relics of the dead monks are enshrined.
Master Mingkong brought Mo Xiaoyu and Ji Kexin into the Talinn, just in time to see a monk who was in his forties, with lumpy flesh all over his body. Although it was morning in the mountains, the monk's body was shiny because of sweat Even Ji Kexin's heart skipped a beat when she saw it.
"Brother". The monk met Mingkong and called him senior brother, which made Mo Xiaoyu feel that this person's seniority is not low.
"This is my younger brother Mingzheng. He doesn't like to worship Buddha, but he likes to practice martial arts. Let him go."
Mingkong took Mo Xiaoyu and Ji Kexin forward, but he did not expect that when Mo Xiaoyu turned around when he left, he saw that Monk Mingzheng's boxing skills were even more valiant, like a tiger coming out of the mountain and entering the house through the forest, unstoppable and quite domineering.
Such a domineering boxing technique, but when played by Monk Mingzheng, it is like flowing water, unhurried, and skillfully clumsy. Although Mo Xiaoyu doesn't know the way of martial arts, he can tell whether martial arts are good or bad, because good things They will all give the same impression, that is, to make people feel happy.
Mo Xiaoyu kept his eyes on until Mingzheng finished this set of punches, then stood on the spot, clasped his hands together, and nodded slightly towards Mo Xiaoyu and the others.
"The master is really good at kung fu." Mo Xiaoyu praised.
"It's just to keep fit, not kung fu." Mingzheng said.
Mo Xiaoyu's biggest regret is that he didn't fully see this set of boxing techniques. He just took a rough look, but he has already memorized the basics. He might be able to defend himself when he goes back to practice. However, this Mingzheng looks like a master. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com