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Chapter 530 The Little Monk

This feeling has an inexplicable familiarity, just like being close to home.

For some reason, all kinds of past lives began to play in my mind in an orderly manner like a slideshow, and some vague past life memories gradually became clear.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yihan asked.

"It's nothing." Han Yi shook her head in doubt.

Xiao Yihan held her tightly and walked up the White Horse Mountain.

People are generally not allowed to go up to the Baima Temple on Baima Mountain. There is a small house on the mountainside, where monks take turns watching every day.

Xiao Yihan is not an ordinary person, so no one stopped him.

This is the first time for Han Yi to go to Baima Mountain. There are some differences between the mountain here and the one in the previous life. I can't tell exactly where it is different. I didn't realize it until I saw the temple looming in the mountain. It turned out to be Less "popularity".

Most of the Buddhist holy places in the previous life were developed into tourist attractions. Although there are flowers, plants and trees, man-made traces can be seen everywhere. In addition to the signboards marked with place names, there are also various "memory" left by tourists after they leave. ", making people feel helpless.

Not here, this is purely natural, except for the special days when believers are allowed to come up to burn incense, the rest of the time only monks are active here.

Han Yi wiped off her sweat, tired from walking.

The main reason is that the weather is too hot and I lack exercise.

On the other hand, Xiao Yihan looked calm and leisurely.

Han Yi refused: "Why are you fine? I'm so hot."

Xiao Yihan said: "Because I have deep inner strength."

Han Yi didn't believe it: "What does this have to do with internal strength?"

Xiao Yihan said: "If you have it, you will know."

Han Yi rolled her eyes: "The little girl is stupid, she dare not cultivate immortality."

Xiao Yihan laughed and pinched her face: "That's why I protect you."

Han Yi snorted twice.

Not long after, the mountain gate of the White Horse Temple finally appeared in front of my eyes. Because it was a royal temple, it was built very grandly. At first glance, I thought I had entered the Nantian Gate.

When Han Yi was excited, he hugged the pillars of the mountain gate and turned around a few times, with a regretful expression on his face: "I really want to take a selfie with that selfie stick, take a selfie, edit a picture, and talk about a visit to Nantianmen, hahaha..."

Xiao Yihan didn't understand what she meant, but he knew what she was talking about.

He didn't want to disturb her interest, so he smiled and watched her jumping around like a white rabbit in the mountains.

When Han Yi got tired from playing, he ran over again with a smile all over his face: "I heard that the White Horse Temple is Yueli's Huguo Temple. Master Wuwen lives here, right?"

Xiao Yihan nodded, "Yes."

Han Yi ran forward first: "Then hurry up and go up to see and see. I haven't been here yet."

Xiao Yihan chuckled lightly, and stepped forward to follow.

Approaching the mountain gate, the first thing you will see is the majestic Daxiong Hall, where there is a tall Tathagata Buddha, looking down at the crowd with compassionate eyes.

A young monk who looked like seven or eight years old ran over, clasping his hands in respect.

"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?"

Han Yi is interesting to watch, the young monk has delicate features, he must be a handsome man when he grows up.

"Little master, may I ask, why did you enter Buddhism at such an age?"

The little monk said: "Amitabha, three thousand people in the world of mortals are not as pure as Buddhism."

Han Yi smiled: "If you don't enter the world of mortals, how can you abandon the world of mortals and see through the world of mortals?"

The little monk pointed to a domestic herb outside the hall and said, "The little monk has never eaten that grass, and he also knows that the grass cannot be eaten."

(End of this chapter)