Qin Mu rolled his eyes and began to look at the scenery around him.

The place where they came out was a bamboo garden, and behind the bamboo garden was a dense bush where nothing could be seen, and when he thought of the dense thorns in the bushes, although Qin Mu had a solid shield, he was still shocked.

If these thorns were to be poked in someone's body, how painful it would be.

He walked in front, but he didn't expect the monk behind him to taste all the taste of these thorns.

I didn't bother to look at the monk who was covered in scars, and this guy didn't want to think about it, when he came, he was still a child, and he could drill around in these bushes, but now such a big man, and there are thorns along the way, it is strange not to be injured.

On the edge of the bamboo garden is a vegetable garden, the things in the vegetable field are growing crookedly, very ugly, not to mention the sparse cabbage, the eggplant Jun who stands on the side like a thin horse in the south of the Yangtze River, the fruit is not as big as a table tennis ball.

Qin Mu just glanced at the vegetable garden, and then lost interest.

Ningcheng is obviously a feng shui treasure land in the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River, and the things raised in this vegetable garden are very similar to those cultivated in the desert, with serious water shortage and malnutrition.

On the side of the vegetable garden is a well, in Ningcheng, it is rare to see this thing, every household has a water pipe, and there is a well on the mountain, which is terrifying.

Next to the vegetable garden and the well is the temple of Fushan.

I don't know who founded the road in the first place, and the temple must be built on the mountain. Originally, it was already very fortunate to eat fasting and recite the Buddha, of course, people are cultivators, and for a hedonistic person like Qin Mu, it can simply kill him.

Who would be as alone as a savage in a sparsely populated and inaccessible place? That's not called cultivation, for Qin Mu, it's masochism.

If you look at this master again, he must have had a very hard life, and it can be explained from the few crooked melons and cracked jujube vegetables he raised.

The temple is also broken, red walls and yellow tiles, the original developer still intends to do a good job, at least this temple looks good from the outside, the place to play, the temple, the Buddha statue or something are focused on renovation, in this way, when tourists are sightseeing, worship Buddha and burn incense or something, can make a lot of money.

Qin Mu was most disgusted with such a thing.

But I have to admit that Buddhism's current achievements are inseparable from the way they rely on tourist destinations to make money. Take a look at Chonghua again, a small case is hundreds of thousands, or millions, this guy is obviously guilty of money, even millions can make him squander it overnight, and he has left Chonghua's footsteps on various occasions, Qin Mu is very lucky, his master has been romantic for so many years, and he has not brought him a little junior brother or little junior sister.

If Chonghua has his own child, then the matter of inheriting the mantle of Wu Zhu will not be Qin Mu's turn, and there is also a ghost child who has poured everything into Chonghua before.

Although the outside of the temple looks pretty good, a few patches of mud on the roof indicate that the house has only been repaired for a long time, at least it was of the type that leaked rain before.

Qin Mu didn't care about the relief with a sigh on his face, and walked directly towards the temple, so shocked that he lowered his voice and called: "What are you doing?" Nobody just went in......"

Qin Mu didn't bother to look at him: "Are you funny with your head?" Don't you bow to the Bodhisattva when you pass by? It's not someone else's house, it's a temple. Qin Mu's words still made some sense, and the monk scratched his head with a smile, a little embarrassed.

The threshold is still very high, about the size of a person's knees, which is still seen from the outside, and it is deeper inside.

With Qin Mu's small short legs, he almost didn't reach his position close to his thighs, maybe he didn't expect the floor inside to be so deep, Qin Mu was also shocked, and almost planted directly into it.

The light inside is very dim, there are gray walls all around, it seems that it is plastered with cement, the temple exudes a strange smell, Qin Mu took two sips, just felt strange, and did not feel annoying, after stepping in, just after standing firm, what came into view were two dirty **, lonely in front.

Looking up, it was a Buddha statue made of uncolored cement, gray and abrupt, Qin Mu didn't know what to think at that time, and blurted out: "Uh...... It's ugly......"

"How can you say that the Buddha is ugly?" A majestic voice sounded from the hall, Qin Mu was stunned, there was no way to distinguish the direction of the voice, and this voice sounded suddenly, which startled Qin Mu.

Shi Ran behind him also followed, but when he looked at Qin Mu, he was also angry, and Shi Ran, who was suppressed and even ridiculed by Qin Mu along the way, was not angry, but after Qin Mu just said something like that, this guy became angry.

"How can you say that the Buddha is ugly?" Relieved and angry, the tone was exactly the same as the one in the temple.

"Uh......" Qin Mu was stunned for a moment, and had to explain: "I look at the Buddhas in other attractions are all golden, this one is too shoddy, not even painted, bare ......"

Qin Mu's voice became smaller and smaller, because the monk didn't listen to this explanation at all, he didn't even look at Qin Mu, he knelt directly on the dirty **, and bowed down reverently.

"Uh......" Qin Mu stood behind the monk, and for a while he didn't know what to say.

"Come on." After the monk knelt down, he turned around and shouted at Qin Mu.

In fact, Qin Mu's legs, except for kneeling to his parents, kneeling to Chonghua, and kneeling to the ancestor of Wuzhu, he really hasn't knelt down to worship the Buddha and Taoist ancestors, but the monk has a righteous and indignant look, as if Qin Mu has done something wrong.

Qin Mu pondered for a long time, during which he kept looking at the monk, and he couldn't resist the monk's eyes, thinking that just kneeling down and bowing should not be a big problem, and if the monk didn't get angry with himself, it seemed to be good.

couldn't help but walk towards the **, and the voice in the hall sounded again: "No need, let the source of ten thousand laws kneel and worship, the old man doesn't have this ability yet." ”

Qin Mu was stunned for a moment, he was really embarrassed to be said like this, and in the eyes of the monks, there was indeed something wrong with what Qin Mu said just now, touching his nose, Qin Mu said a little embarrassed: "It's my fault, I should worship it." ”

Saying this, he knelt down reverently, and after doing all this, the relief around him smiled.

Qin Mu didn't think anything of it, after all, this was someone's realm, and he was indeed abrupt. When he knelt down, Qin Mu's heart was blank, and he didn't seem to think about anything.

At this time, Qin Mu began to look for the voice in the main hall, because the whole temple was very, very dark, and the light was very insufficient, after squinting and looking for a long time, he finally found an old monk with white hair in the leftmost corner of the big Buddha.

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