Mind-reading cute baby: Let's spoil my mother to heaven!

Chapter 230 The Ice Child (8)

Ye Qingluan is an out-and-out middle-earth woman, so of course her hair is black, long, and straight.

But the one hanging in front of her now is brown and curled.

"Where did it come from?" She turned her head hastily, rolled her eyes vigorously, and tried her best to see the collar on her side.

Today she went to Liangyue Temple with Mu Yin and Mu Mian, that is to say, she was the only woman.

Naturally, there are no women in the monk's temple.

She also asked very clearly about the guest house in advance - the Monk Temple only accommodates male pilgrims, and she definitely does not dare to accommodate female pilgrims.This matter is related to the reputation of Buddhism, and I dare not be vague at all.

Besides, if the government knew that Monk Temple dared to stay overnight with female pilgrims, they would not be spared.

So the question is, where did this long hair come from?

Well, well, she didn't forget that it's ancient times, it's Tang Dynasty.So not only women have long hair, but also men.

And because the Tang Dynasty embraces the world, there will be Hu people, or the mixed blood of Hu people, so they can have long curly hair with the color of men.

But the problem is, there is no one with such hair in Shanyue Gate; let alone in the Monk Temple, they are all bald and shiny, where did the hair come from.

Taking a step back, even the pilgrims who may have lived in that guest house have the blood of Hu people.

But how did this hair appear on her shoulder?

Of course she was [-]% sure that she had never been on someone's bed since she entered that guest house, so it was impossible for her to be next to someone's pillows or bedding.

She had hair on her shoulders, so it could only have come from one direction.

She suddenly trembled and looked up at the roof.

"...Oh my god, isn't this hair showing me the way?"
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She turned around and left, running out the door to find Mu Yin.

She didn't bother to look back at all, otherwise she would see Mu Youzi sitting by the window, looking at her back with a slight smile.

And the hair was in his palm, and it immediately disappeared.

Originally, it was just a puppet thread in his sleeve.
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Ye Qingluan rushed into Muyin's mountain house, and couldn't help but excitedly said: "Master, the old monk from Liangyue Temple hasn't come to invite us yet?"

Mu Yin shrugged: "They monks don't know how to walk with a sword. From this point of view, their Buddhism is not as good as our Taoism. It will take a lot of trouble for them to come to us."

Ye Qingluan couldn't get used to Mu Yin's complacent look, so he couldn't help pouring cold water on him.

"However, I have heard that the Patriarch Bodhidharma of their Buddhism used to cross the river with a reed."

"Tsk, think about being able to cross the river by stepping on a reed, it seems to be more light and graceful than those of us who step on a big sword?"

But Mu Yin's psychological quality is really good, so he retorted without haste at that time: "No matter how light and elegant he is, he is just crossing the river by stepping on reeds, isn't he? But we are flying in the sky by stepping on a big sword .”

Ye Qingluan thought about it, and you really can't deny that what he said makes sense.

She sighed: "Okay, let's not discuss the little reed and the big sword...Master, I want to go back to Liangyue Temple to see it now. Can you use your big sword again, donkey?" How about a ride?"

Mu Yin thought for a while: "No way. Liangyue Temple didn't send anyone to invite us, so if we go to the door by ourselves, wouldn't that be a little too polite?"

"This is related to the face of their Buddhism and our Taoism."

Ye Qingluan sighed: "But didn't they invite us here first, we already have enough face."

Mu Yin still shook his head: "Wait a little longer. Elder Sister, if you believe in Master, they should send someone in three to five days at the latest, tomorrow at the shortest."

"In the final analysis, this matter is related to the incense in their own temple, and they are definitely more anxious than us."

Ye Qingluan went to the room in a hurry, but Mu Yin refused to agree, and neither did she.

What she didn't know was that when she pouted and went back to her mountain house, a shadow pigeon had already flown away from the "Xiyue Pavilion".

So that night, in the middle of the night, the mountain gate of Shanyuemen was smashed again.

Mu Yin fell into a dazed sleep, it was a monk from Liangyue Temple, who said that the horrible thing happened again that night!

What's more frightening is that there were no pilgrims staying in the temple that night, and the voice came from the empty guest house! .
In the middle of the night like this, one can better appreciate the benefits of Mu Yin's great sword.

With just a few "whoosh"s, Ye Qingluan and his disciples arrived at Liangyue Temple again.

The abbot, the old monk, was still in shock, and went in to meet the master and disciples in person, while explaining vigorously: "It's really strange, and it's different from the previous times, so the poor monk didn't dare to delay, disturbing the wooden door owner. And sit down fairy."

Ye Qingluan told the truth: "The great monk is fine, anyway, I just want to come. But my master won't let me, so I have to wait for you to invite us first."

"But I didn't expect that the great monk and I have such a good understanding. I was just thinking about it, and you came here."

The abbot monk was dumbfounded.

Mu Yin hurriedly explained: "I woke up in the middle of the night after sleeping, and now my head is still not awake, half asleep and half awake... Master, don't blame me."

The abbot and monk hurriedly apologized: "Thank you for your hard work, Senior Sister."

Well, he also called her "big sister".

But now Ye Qingluan can't care about their attitude, all her curiosity is in the guest house.

She didn't even hear what the abbot and the monk said, she had already ran into the guest house lightly.

Then she stood where she had stood during the day, and turned her back to the sky, looking at the top of her head quietly.

It was a beam.

When building a house, one of the most important steps is erecting beams.The beam is the backbone of a house. If there are beams, the house will exist; if the beams are gone, the house will soon collapse.

So even if all the tiles in the whole house are removed, the beams will not be easily moved.

So she asked: "Master, when you inspected this room last time, did you only remove the tiles and pry up the floor tiles, but did not move the beam?"

The abbot monk nodded: "Naturally."

Ye Qingluan smiled with satisfaction: "Mumian, build a ladder."

Mu Yin was startled, and hurriedly asked: "Master, what are you going to do?"

She blinked and smiled: "Go and see this beam."

Mu Yin sighed: "The beam is not a passage, who can enter and exit this room through the beam? It's not a mouse..."

Ye Qingluan shrugged: "I'm not catching mice."

She then asked the abbot monk: "Guibao Temple has a long history, right? Does this beam live the same life as Guibao Temple?"

The abbot monk nodded: "...for decades."

Ye Qingluan clapped her hands in satisfaction: "I'll go up and see if the fungus is about to grow."

(End of this chapter)