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Chapter 61: The Great Po Lin Monastery is Famous and Has Many Believers (Part )
Yi Beidou did not enter the Dabaolian Temple immediately. Instead, he found a breakfast shop on the street and sat down. He ordered a table of local specialty breakfast and ate it slowly.

As for money, it was not a problem for him. He just casually eliminated a small gang involved in organized crime on the road and got enough money to support his travel needs.

While eating, enjoying the local specialties, he looked at the people passing by on the street.

It is now August and September, and many schools are in their summer vacation, which is the peak tourist season. Therefore, you can see many tourists from Donghua, especially young and beautiful girls.

The climate in Siam is hot, so these girls dress very coolly, revealing large areas of fair skin and slender thighs, which is very eye-catching.

If he had been dressed like this in northern Myanmar where Yi Beidou was not long ago, he would probably have been eaten until not even a bone was left.

But this is Siam, where tourism is very developed and public security is many times better than in northern Myanmar. Although there are still illegal activities, the probability of encountering them is relatively small unless you are too unlucky.

Overall, it is relatively safe, but of course it cannot be compared with Donghua.

Tour groups arrived one after another, and the streets were full of people taking photos with their mobile phones or cameras. Yi Beidou also saw many people who should be short video bloggers, who were talking while filming.

This was a rather novel experience for him.

It's a pity that it's not known how long this liveliness and harmony can last. After all, he came here not to travel and see the sights, but to break into the temples.

After eating and drinking, they kill and burn people.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the street.

A luxury car stopped by the roadside. Two tall, grim-looking bodyguards in suits and leather shoes got out from the front and opened the door for the passengers in the back seat.

A mature-looking, graceful short-haired woman walked out from one side of the car door, and a cute girl with fair skin and casual clothes walked out from the other door.

The girl was holding a selfie stick in her hand and seemed to be shooting a VLOG.

"Hello friends, we have now arrived at the famous Wat Po Lin in Chin Shui, Siam. Look, there are so many people, and the temple is magnificent and beautiful! It's a pity that photography is not allowed inside the temple, but I heard that this temple is very effective. I will help everyone to draw a fortune. I wish all the friends who see this all the best~"

Jiang Yanxin turned around with the selfie stick and took some photos of the exterior of the temple and the street scene from outside before putting away her phone and selfie stick.

"You, you, when I hang out with you, you spend half of the time shooting videos. How many fans do you have? How much money can you make? I think you should listen to your dad and go home to inherit the family business."

Tian Peijun looked at Jiang Yanxin helplessly and said.

"Ah, young people should have dreams! How can you always think about inheriting the family business! Besides, I am recording my life. If I don't record it, I will get old soon. Forget it, you old ladies won't understand."

Jiang Yanxin rolled her eyes at Tian Peijun.

"You stupid girl, who are you calling an old woman?"

Tian Peijun was angry and pinched the soft flesh near Jiang Yanxin's ear, causing her to beg for mercy in pain.

She is only in her early thirties, in the prime of her life.

squeak! !

Just then, another car stopped by the roadside, and several bodyguards in black and a middle-aged woman who looked like an assistant surrounded a young woman and got out of the car.

The man was wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, with long hair loose, a beret on his head, sunglasses and a mask on his face, looking like he was guarding against exposure to light.

Surrounded by the crowd, the woman did not stop but walked quickly towards the Ta Po Lin Monastery, attracting many people's attention.

Some tourists seemed to recognize the woman's identity and wanted to surround her, as if to ask for her autograph, but they were blocked by the bodyguards beside her.

"She looks like a domestic celebrity?" Jiang Yanxin watched the woman walk away, feeling that her figure and back seemed familiar.

"What's so strange about this? This Dabaolian Temple is famous for its efficacies. There are several famous masters in the temple who have psychic abilities and magical methods. Not only celebrities, but even some well-known bosses and wealthy businessmen in the mainland will come here to ask for divination and talismans to ensure smooth fortune."

"I heard that even the royal family of Siam would come to visit from time to time. Now you know how difficult it was for me to get this opportunity to meet the master, right? Isn't your father in poor health? When you meet the master later, ask for a peace amulet for him to carry with you, and maybe the situation will get better."

Tian Peijun said with a smile.

"Is it really that magical?"

Jiang Yanxin graduated from the Department of Philosophy and has never believed in these mysterious things.

"You'll know when the time comes."

A trace of awe appeared on Tian Peijun's face.

She had experienced it herself before. When she first entered the hall, she didn't see anyone at all. But the next moment, a voice was heard, and a figure suddenly appeared behind the table in front of her. Later, when she was asking for divination, the master made hand seals, and she seemed to see lotus flowers growing on the other person's body and feet, and they flashed by.

It is difficult to describe to others the magical and shocking experience.

From then on, she believed in this place completely and sent large sums of incense and offerings every year.

She heard from some gossip that the masters she had met were not the real people in power, and the real owner of the Ta Po Lin Monastery was an unimaginable eminent monk, and all the military, political and business forces in Southeast Asia needed to give him face and worship him like a god.

She has no right to meet such a person.

This is the method used by the Great Po Lin Monastery to win people's hearts. It is with these methods that the Great Po Lin Monastery, with Great Vow Po Lin Guru as the center, has woven a huge network of relationships in Southeast Asia, influencing all three paths of black, white and gray.

"Come on, let's go in first, maybe we can see which celebrity that person was."

Tian Peijun urged.

So the two of them walked into the Ta Po Lian Temple.

There were people coming and going in the temple, with dense crowds of tourists and tour guides leading the way and giving explanations, so it looked a bit noisy.

Jiang Yanxin observed curiously for a long time, but couldn't see anything special about the monks here.

"They say Buddhism is a quiet place, but I think this place is more like a scenic spot. Is there any real master in such a noisy place?"

Jiang Yanxin couldn't help but wonder.

"This is indeed a scenic spot. You can think of it as being built specifically for tourists. In fact, the backyard is the real core area of ​​the Dabaolian Temple. However, ordinary tourists cannot enter without permission."

"Look over there. Do you see those monks guarding? That's the entrance to the backyard."

Tian Peijun winked in a certain direction of the temple.

Jiang Yanxin looked over there and saw an entrance on the high wall of the temple. The heavy mahogany door was closed. Several tall men in monk robes and holding long sticks were guarding the door. All the tourists who approached were driven away.

As they were talking, they suddenly felt a breeze blowing by their side, causing their vision to be briefly shrouded in shadow.

A tall young man walked past them. His broad shoulders seemed to block out the sunlight, which was very eye-catching.

Looking at this figure from behind, Jiang Yanxin always had a sense of familiarity.

(End of this chapter)