Queen of the Black Phoenix

Chapter 278 Incense from the Holy Temple

Wind and rain.

The huge Shen Kingdom Palace was covered with a thick layer of gray clouds.

It makes people unable to see clearly the inside, making it even more mysterious and magnificent.

The long-lasting incense of Tianren Temple is not as prosperous as usual.

It was too wet, and the incense in the open air outside the temple could not be lit.

On rainy days, there are fewer people offering incense.

Without pilgrims, there would be no sesame oil money.

In such a huge Tianren Temple, it is still very expensive to light up the smoky incense.

Therefore, today's Tianren Temple has very little incense.

On the contrary, the holy temple on the thatched path is actually full of incense today.

The old monk asked the great monk to move out all the incense candles stored in the temple.

In front of a small clay Bodhisattva, candles were lit one by one, and handfuls of incense were burned.

Over the small holy temple, incense is burning.

"Master, what should we do when we have finished ordering? We are running out of money to buy, and there are no pilgrims to send money for sesame oil." The monk couldn't help complaining while ordering.

Although a little disrespectful to Buddha.

But the great monk is the one who does housework in the holy temple.

He wants to take care of the food and drink of his junior and master, and he always cares more about this.

The old monk twisted a string of Buddhist beads in his hand.

One hundred and eight Buddhist beads, one of which has a different color, slightly whiter.

But the size is the same, if you don't look carefully, you can't see the difference.

You can feel it in your hand.

The other beads are lighter, and that one is heavier.

The other beads are hotter, and that bead is cooler.

"It's a waste if you don't order it." The old monk muttered in a very soft voice.

His body became more stooped.

He has been chanting Amitabha all the year round and devoted himself to the Buddha. He should have held his head high, but he became more and more hunched over.

The whole person is like a thin question mark.

The little monk was surprisingly quiet.

I didn't ask the master why, and I didn't chatter with the senior brother.

Compared with the other two monks in the holy temple, his whole body was like the heavier and cooler beads in the string of beads held by the old monk.

The three masters and apprentices lit candles and incense.

Huge smoke rose slowly from the small temple.

The wind and rain did not cover the past.

The scene is very grand.

For a moment, the three masters and apprentices all watched the scene.

Somewhat quiet.

From the beginning of the construction of this small temple, even if the signboard of the holy temple is hung, it does not look like a temple, but like a residential building.

At this moment, it really looks like a temple.

There is incense.

The great monk suddenly remembered the holy temple in the wilderness, and it was like this every day, full of incense.

Rows of candles, rows of incense.

Savage people are very devout.

You can not eat or drink by yourself, but you must go to the holy temple to offer incense.

Now the barbaric holy temple is gone.

It is said that those pyhawks also migrated away.

There is no sacred temple that can only be reached by trekking through mountains and snow. What kind of Buddha do people who don't know the wilderness worship now?

Burning incense for whom?

For whom?

For a moment, the monk, who had always been nervous, burst into tears. He missed his brothers, uncles and brothers.

I don't know if their dead souls have been rescued.

The old monk couldn't see his expression clearly.

As usual.

But it was probably too close to the incense.

Xun's eyes were also red.

The little monk was not jealous.

He just suddenly asked, "Master, are we leaving? Can I go and talk to Shenyou?"

When the great monk heard what his junior brother said, his eyes widened in shock.

The tears in my eyes stopped.

The old monk was silent for a while, and then said: "Amitabha."

Then, facing the small holy temple, he shouted: "Come out!"

Sure enough, there were dozens of men in black, who came out from nowhere.

As if appearing out of nowhere.

These people only have one pair of eyes exposed.

They are all expressionless.

But when they looked up and saw the double pupil in the left eye of the little monk, they were all pleasantly surprised.

A strange look burst out.

Can't hide.

A group of men in black knelt down towards Shiqi in unison, and said in unison: "The subordinates are here to take the prince back to the palace."

The little monk backed away without being surprised.

He is a very gentle person.

He is a monk.

Not the prince.

It is not he who these people bow down to.

So he didn't back down.

He knew that Empress Bo was dead, and he also knew that the prince of Jing Kingdom was dead.

After he met Bo, he would feel sad.

Sitting for a day.

It was found that nothing had changed in the world.

Obviously, the death of a person does not change anything.

Sunset and moonrise are as usual.

He had never met the prince, so he didn't feel much sadness.

It's not that he is unfeeling, he has never seen it, it doesn't matter, that is, he is a stranger.

The monks are all empty, he can't do it.

But he did not feel much pain at the death of a stranger.

It's a little uncomfortable, a little worried.

It's just an emotion of practice.

His bead was given to that woman, and there is no way to cover up her double pupils now.

Unless the mind is at peace, think of nothing, do nothing.

However, such times are rare.

Sometimes when you are with Shenyou, you will act like a normal person.

Probably back then, it was really easy.

At this time, he felt a little ridiculous.

Ridiculousness is also a mood.

"What if I don't go back?" the little monk asked.

The leading man in black lowered his head and said, "The emperor told his subordinates to take you back. If you don't go back, the subordinates will kill the old monk and the great monk."

The little monk looked at the men in black, although they were all in the posture of kneeling, but they were also surrounded.

The little monk was silent.

The great monk came forward and said, "Don't be afraid, brother, you don't want to go, you go, you can go, I will protect Master."

Time was in a hurry, he couldn't get his iron rod, and he had to pick up a broom nearby.

At this time, I suddenly thought of the boy I met in the wilderness.

The two iron balls on the boy's body are excellent.

Even if the boy dozed off, the iron ball was always on his back.

If he also used iron balls, he would not have to worry about not having weapons now.

Although the broom is heavy, it is not a weapon.

When he was thinking this way, he suddenly felt that the master slapped him on the shoulder.

He looked down, because he was nervous, he grasped the broom too tightly.

The broom scratched the straw around the outside, revealing the dark stick inside.

Unexpectedly, this heavy broom is just an iron rod.

He looked surprised.

He is good at wielding a stick.

With this, his confidence was even greater.

At this moment, the old monk straightened up for the first time, from a thin question mark to a straight exclamation mark, and the eyes on his wrinkled face were like sharp swords.

He took a step and stood shoulder to shoulder with the great monk. Although he was a head short, he exuded a powerful aura.

The two stood in front of the little monk together.

The little monk suddenly asked, "Master, what is my layman's name?"

The sharpness of the old monk's body suddenly relaxed.

The old monk hesitated for a moment, and said, "Yun, Jing Yun, that female benefactor, I hope you are as free as Yun."

Then he spoke much faster.

"There are auspicious clouds on your swaddle, which is very auspicious, and it was also very warm that day."

(End of this chapter)