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Chapter 133 Lingyin Temple, Yuanzhao Well, Ancient Well Yunmu
After a deafening sound like a thunderbolt from the blue,
The round lighting well in Lingyin Temple,

At this moment, white mist is rising, the well water is gushing, and there are constant strange noises.

After receiving the report from the young monk,

Guang Liang quickly came to the vicinity of Yuanzhao Well.
And Jigong, played by Ning Feng, also put the pieces of meat in his hands at this moment,
He hurried over leisurely and leisurely.

With the continuous sound of well water boiling,

I only saw the originally clear well water,

It's slightly yellow at the moment,

Then, a huge log slowly emerged from the well water!
Half a man's height is exposed at the mouth of the well!

Guang Liang and the other young monks were stunned by this vision.

"What are you still doing?"

Jigong, played by Ning Feng, fanned the tattered cattail leaf fan in his hand.

"Hurry up and get someone to pick up the wood."

Only then did Guang Liang react,

He hurriedly commanded: "Quick! Call someone to pick up the wood!"

"quick!"

The little monk beside him ran away and called for help.

Guang Liang, on the other hand, looked towards the log rising from the well water.
Put your hands together: "Amitabha, Amitabha..."

Worship non-stop.

When Ning Feng's performance reaches this point,
Throughout the online live broadcast room, there were many passers-by who had never watched Ning Feng’s performance before.
They all frowned,
"What...what is this show?"

"The play is not nonsense! The adaptation is not random fabrication!"

"I made up the character of a monk out of thin air, eats meat without fasting, and uses all kinds of weird tricks to mess with the gods!"

"I see, this Ning Feng wanted to play some kind of eminent monk, but in the end, he turned into an ordinary charlatan!"

"Yes! That's the truth! I have never heard of Jigong! This kid is making up nonsense here!"

"This program team really dares to pass any script! Isn't this an insult to the monk?"

"What do the viewers who believe in this think?"

A group of passers-by criticized with indignation,

For a moment, Ning Feng's perception of passers-by plummeted.

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at the same time,

Qiantang, Jingci Temple,

Different from the previous world that Ning Feng lived in,

In this world, Jingci Temple has not become a well-known temple in the country, as famous as Lingyin.

At this time, Jingci Temple was just a small, lonely temple among the mountains and rivers. There were few pilgrims coming and going, and very few people had heard of this place.

"Abbott, look."

It's afternoon now,
The young monk who cleaned up the courtyard,

Holding a tablet in his hand,
In the new era, we keep pace with the times. Everyone has an iPad and every house has WiFi, and the temple can enjoy itself.

On weekdays, young monks from Jingci Temple record and publish some clips of daily life on short video platforms, hoping to use this to promote the temple and increase its popularity.

But it was clear that little was achieved.

Holding a tablet in his hand, the young monk hurried over.
Under the big tree in the center of the temple, the old abbot monk was twisting his beads and closing his eyes.

Open your eyes, turn your head,
"what happened?"

"Abbot, look at this."

The young monk had no time to explain.
He directly handed the tablet to the other party and clicked the play button on the tablet screen. In the screen, it was Ning Feng who was live broadcasting Jigong's performance at the competition site!

The old monk, the abbot, lowered his head and looked for a moment.
In an instant, his eyes froze!
His expression was extremely surprised.

"This...this is..."

"Daoji...Jigong..."

"Isn't this recorded in the ancient scrolls in the temple about the names of eminent monks in ancient times?"

"I remember that the eminent monk Jigong left Lingyin Temple first and then came to Jingci Temple here!"

"I didn't expect that it would be performed by someone now?!"

The abbot, the old monk, was surprised and looked happy!
Few people know about Jingci Temple, and even fewer people know about the legend of Jigong in Jingci Temple!
For many years, there have been no domestic film and television works related to the character Jigong!
"Abbott, this time someone finally put the story of Jigong on the screen!"

"The temple's reputation will definitely expand a lot!"

Compared with the excitement of the young monk,
The old monk, the abbot, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Be patient for a moment, and look again, and look again."

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When the wood in the well emerged, a group of young monks ran to the temple to ask for help.

"Everyone, come and carry the wood!"

"Master Daoji has made wood come out of the well! Everyone, go quickly!"

For a time, the entire temple was bustling with activity.

All the young monks in the temple, whether they are meditating and chanting sutras, resting and recuperating, or busy cleaning the courtyard and taking care of the temple,
They all stopped what they were doing, shouted in response, and came to Yuanzhao Well in unison.
Work together to lift out the wood that came out of the well one by one!
For a time, the temple courtyard where Yuan Zhaojing was located,

People were coming and going, two monks were carrying a log, walking easily and smiling, it was so lively.

"Hurry up."

"Be careful!"

Monk Guangliang stood by the well and gave instructions. He was surprised and happy at the moment.

As the commotion in the temple expanded,

From the young monks to the temple elders, everyone knew about Jigong's deeds of turning wood out of the well.

"Don't mess up, don't mess up."

"Put it over here, put it over here."

"No, put it over there, put it over there!"

"This piece of wood should be transported to the east corridor! That piece of wood should be transported to the west corridor!"

Guang Liang was busy directing the crowd. There were too many logs and more monks carrying them. He couldn't turn his eyes.

Jigong, played by Ning Feng, was sitting comfortably on a stone nearby, fanning himself and eating pieces of meat, relaxed and relaxed.

The water in the well is rolling, and the logs are one after another,
In the entire courtyard where Yuanshao Well is located, white mist mixed with yellow smoke lingers in the air, making everything seem a bit blurry.

The elder monk, who had already arrived, was holding a Zen staff and wearing a red cassock. He raised his palm with one hand and silently recited: "Amitabha."

From front to back, this scene of transporting wood in an ancient well is meticulous and orderly, as if it was a scene that really happened.

"Lingyin Temple, Yuanzhao Well?"

"There are so many well-known temples in China, but I have never heard of this one."

In the waiting area, all the players were talking about it.

Ning Feng’s choice of using a monk as the character was unexpected.
The plot of the current performance is so high-profile that people can't help but feel suspicious.
"I always feel that from Jigong to Lingyin Temple, they are all virtual existences fabricated by Ning Feng at will."

"But the plot of the ancient well transporting wood is so detailed, as if it really happened. How could it be so perfect if it was just made up on the fly?"

"If Lingyin Temple, Jigong, and all these things really have their origins, then the more detailed and realistic the performance of this section of transporting wood in the ancient well, the more points it will get."

"But if it has never existed and is all fake, then the more realistic the performance, the more disgusting it will be."

"Regardless of whether it's true or not, what's the point of this plot? A group of monks carry a piece of wood back and forth, and it's over? From a dramatic conflict perspective, there is no turning point to watch!"

(End of this chapter)