Xia Chu stiffened when he heard the magnetic voice, and looked sideways. Sure enough, a man in blue and white brocade robes, with a bamboo hat covering his head, was already walking towards another Buddha statue.
When Xia Chu saw that Xiao Muhong was still pestering the dazed Xiao Zimu to tell the story of Ananda and Mo Nu, she quietly retreated and walked towards Yuefeng Wan's side.
He stood there and realized that what Yue Fengwan was looking at was a ferocious-looking Asura.
"Your Tianyan Temple still enshrines this." Yue Fengwan sneered.
Xia Chu looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he had no choice but to answer his words: "Buddha treats Asuras like all sentient beings, but there is no opportunity to avoid them. Maybe Tianyan Temple has this opportunity."
Yue Fengwan remained silent, seeming to be attracted by this Asura.
Xia Chu stood with him for a moment, then suddenly said: "Don't look, you are not his incarnation."
Yue Feng froze and looked sideways at Xia Chu, as if his inner thoughts were exposed. In the royal land of the Western Region, too many people said that he was the incarnation of Asura...
"One is named after the Evil God, and the other is named after the Evil King. Don't they complement each other?" There seemed to be a trace of self-mockery in Yue Fengwan's deep voice.
"Asura man, you are ugly." Xia Chu looked at him through the gauze curtain: "Don't think about it."
Yue Fengwan's face was startled, and then he laughed out loud: "A Chu, are you praising me?"
Xia Chu curled his lips and looked back at the Asura: "Buddha also has one side of Buddha and one side of demon. The same goes for humans and all living beings, and naturally so does Asura."
Xia Chu looked at the Asura, and Yue Fengwan looked at Xia Chu. Those starry eyes were shining brightly in front of him. Yue Fengwan whispered softly: "If I were a devil, you would be my side." Buddha."
Xia Chu didn't hear what he said clearly, but saw him raise his right hand, then took two steps back, pointed at him and said: "How can you molest a good girl in the Holy Land of Buddhism? Well, a good man..."
Yue Fengwan hung his half-raised right hand in the air for a moment, then took it back slightly stiffly.
Seeing that he was obedient, Xia Chu took two steps forward and leaned next to him and asked, "It's almost time, is it time to poison me?"
However, Yue Fengwan opened the gauze curtain with lightning speed and covered his head inside. Xia Chu faced him, her almond-shaped eyes widened, and her pupils suddenly shrank. Just as she was about to struggle out, Yue Fengwan But Wan put his index finger on his lips: "If others see my blue eyes, this Tianyan Temple will turn into Shura Hell."
Xia Chu's hand that pushed him away paused, and he could feel the gentle touch of Yue Feng Wan's breathing and breathing on his lips so close to him. He stiffened all over and stared at Yue Feng Wan's light blue eyes. Asked: "What are you doing?"
"How can you talk about poisoning and killing in the Holy Land of Buddhism?" Yue Feng raised his eyebrows and smiled jokingly. After finishing speaking, he pushed Xia Chu out before he could react.
Xia Chu was still dazed and staggered when he pushed him. He took a few steps back before he stabilized his body in embarrassment. When he looked up again, Yue Fengwan was nowhere to be seen.
The raven beside him looked at him with raised eyebrows. If Xia Chu hadn't stretched out his hand to stop him just now, he would have picked out the bamboo hat with a knife.
Xia Chu spat in the direction just now: "If you are stingy, you will be punished."
"Brother Chu, who are you talking about?" Xiao Muhong and Xiao Zimu also came over.
"No, I accidentally bumped into someone just now, and he insisted on hitting him back." Xia Chu looked miserable.
"Are you okay?" Xiao Zimu hurried forward to check. Xia Chu waved his hand and replied repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay."
Seeing that he was indeed fine, Xiao Zimu said, "Jiu Mei and I were looking for you just now. Unexpectedly, you were not far from here."
Xia Chu laughed awkwardly: "I saw you telling her a story, so I looked around."
Xiao Muhong held their hands again: "Okay, Brother Chu has also been found. Let's go and ask for signatures."
Xia Chu and Xiao Zimu looked at each other, smiled and let Xiao Muhong lead them forward.
Although Xiao Muhong has never been to Tianyan Temple, she has obviously done her homework on asking for lottery tickets. Xiao Zimu does not need to teach her. She sincerely went to burn three sticks of incense, knelt in front of the Buddha statue and raised the lottery tube above it. He raised his head and thought for a moment before starting to shake the lottery tube. After dropping a lottery ticket, he bowed again.
"It's signed! Brother Chu!" Although Xiao Muhong was happy after standing up, she also knew not to make a loud noise. She pulled the corners of Xia Chu's clothes and kept shaking them, with a look of joy on her face.
"Okay, then go and get the signature." Xia Chu put his hand on her forehead, as if he could calm her down.
"That won't work, I want to wait for you to come together." Xiao Muhong pushed him forward to smoke incense and pay homage.
Xia Chu didn't want to ask for a fortune, but couldn't stand Xiao Muhong who kept nagging him. Even Xiao Zimu smoked three sticks of incense, so Xia Chu had no choice but to comply.
Xia Chu and Xiao Zimu were kneeling there at the same time, and each of them dropped a lottery ticket one after the other.
Xia Chu's stick fell out first, and when he picked it up, he saw that it was also signed with a top sign, so he leaned over to look at the stick that Xiao Zimu had just picked up, but it was signed with a bottom sign...
"This is definitely not allowed. We're just having fun, so don't solve it." Xia Chu comforted Xiao Zimu.
Xiao Zimu looked at him, his face a little flustered, and he insisted on asking for help.
Xia Chu could only reassure him not to take it seriously while accompanying him to get the signature signed.
What Xiao Muhong asked for was a marriage sign. The sign read: The sound of the wind blowing on the bamboo leaves only the sound of the gold pendant. The moon shadow moves away from the flowers, and it is suspected that a beautiful woman is coming. The master explained a lot of words in a concise manner, but Xiao Muhong couldn't understand it. The master shook his head and sighed and told her that it was a lucky draw, that she would meet her beloved and live happily ever after.
"Brother Qi, maybe you really don't need to take it seriously. You can't even tell." Xiao Muhong took the paper and pouted towards Xia Chu, then continued to Xiao Zimu: "Look, isn't my beloved early?" Then he showed up, but this person said that I was about to meet him, no no no no no."
Xiao Zimu touched Xiao Muhong's forehead lovingly, and his expression softened slightly.
Xia Chu, who was listening, didn't know for a moment what to say about this lottery, whether it was accurate or inaccurate...
Xiao Zimu saw his stunned expression and said to him, "Ah Chu, please solve it first."
Xia Chu heard the words and stepped forward to hand it over, asking for the great cause of the inscription: the heaven and earth can adapt to all things, be self-prosperous, self-sustaining, and safe. Everything in life is wonderful, and I thank the saints for everything.
The master nodded frequently: "This hexagram represents the harmony between the earth and the earth. Everything is going well and there is no danger. The explanation is: All things are born, and all plans and wishes are connected. With the help of merit, auspiciousness will rush."
Xia Chu smiled and thanked him. After picking up the signature, he turned around and handed it to Xiao Zimu.
Xiao Zimu looked confused. Xia Chu took two steps forward and whispered in his ear: "I asked for the throne for you, so you don't have to worry about that one of yours."
Xiao Zimu was shocked and looked at the stick in his hand, his expression became more solemn.
He crossed Xia Chu and walked forward, clasping his hands together and bowing politely: "I'd like to trouble you, Master."
The master saw his solemn expression, and he was quite solemn when he took it: "It's the root of the lot..."
(End of chapter)