Demons and witches dominate the rivers and lakes

Chapter 82
In the Qiyin Temple, there are bells in the morning and drums in the evening.It is worthy of being the most magnificent temple in Beiye Kingdom, solemn and majestic, with a magnificent atmosphere. There are nearly a hundred large and small Buddhist halls and meditation rooms, with towering ancient trees, beautiful bells and spirits, flourishing incense, and an endless stream of literati and refined scholars.However, there is a plum blossom forest on the back mountain of Qiyin Temple, which has been a forbidden area for tourists since more than ten years ago. Even the monks in the temple cannot easily enter.

Although Mo Yang was happy to be quiet, he didn't feel impatient when he saw the people worshiping Buddha. On the contrary, he felt that there was a feeling of returning to the basics, which may be caused by the solemn atmosphere of the Buddhist holy place.

Shuangqing was like a boudoir lady who had never been to the market, she was curious about all kinds of stalls on the road.

In front of the gate of Qiyin Temple, a young monk came out and said to the crowd: "In December, the plum blossoms behind the temple mountain are in full bloom. Then you can go to the back mountain to enjoy the plum blossoms, and if you are right, you can be invited by the abbot."

Everyone was talking about it. It is said that the plum blossoms on the back mountain of Qiyin Temple are different from ordinary plum blossoms. It is the most sacred place in Qiyin Temple. No outsiders can enter it. How could it be today?
"Young Master Mo, I heard that anyone who can enter the Plum Blossom Forest in Houshan will be blessed." Shuang Qing looked expectant, like a girl Huai Chun.

Mo Yang was silent, really not interested, but their interest seemed to be very high.

After a long while, no one answered, at this moment, the little monk smiled at Mo Yang and said, "Why doesn't this young man give it a try?"

Mo Yang said: "Master, you are welcome, I don't need to see the abbot."

The little monk laughed again and said, "How does the benefactor know that he doesn't need to see the abbot if he doesn't see him?"

Mo Yang glanced at the little monk, and there was something in the words, "I don't know."

The little monk didn't intend to let Mo Yang off, and said with a smile, "If the benefactor doesn't try it, how will he know it won't work?"

Mo Yangxiu raised her eyebrows, this little monk is not simple, she insists on reading the second line, that is, even if she draws the second line correctly, she will always see the abbot, but why does the abbot of Qiyin Temple want to see her? After a while he said, "Sinners don't come, drunks come."

The little monk smiled and said, "That's right, this young master, please come with the little monk."

"Wait, there's me, 'the mediocre don't come, the brave come'." Shuang Qing said, how could she be left behind?
The monk nodded: "This girl is also very good, please come with the monk."

Everyone could only look at the backs of Mo Yang and Shuang Qing leaving and sigh.

(End of this chapter)