"The teacher said we can go out for fun in the afternoon. Are you going together?"

"Have you decided where to go?" Bai Chen asked.

"No, we are not familiar with this place." Everyone was a little confused. After all, they were not locals, and they were the first time they came to Hangzhou.

And if you want to talk about the most famous things in Hangzhou, they must be West Lake and Leifeng Pagoda.

However, the main stage of the music festival tonight is set on the shore of West Lake, so everyone does not plan to go to West Lake in advance.

Bai Chen thought about it, but didn't know where to go.

Actually, there are some fun places in Hangzhou, but I just feel that I really don’t know where to go after half a day.

Hangzhou has relatively complete buildings in the past, with a very good taste of Jiangnan water towns.

"Go to Lingyin Temple." Bai Chen glanced at Chen Lianna. The spirit binding on Chen Lianna has not been resolved yet.

As one of the top ten ancient temples in China, Lingyin Temple may have hidden masters.

If you can meet a few masters from Buddhism, you may be able to help.

Everyone had no idea, so they naturally agreed with Bai Chen.

The group went to Lingyin Temple in a mighty manner, but Li Yan also rented two buses first. It seemed that she was also learning Bai Chen's approach.

It is much more convenient to have a bus. After all, there are so many people. If you take the bus too crowded, the taxi is too expensive, and there are so many people, you will inevitably encounter bad things.

Because their teacher was not here, they were not restricted in the car, and the two buses in front and behind were full of hustle and bustle.

Bai Chen sat next to Wang Xiaolong: "Your nickname is Fatty, right?"

"Have the teacher mentioned me to you?" Wang Xiaolong asked in surprise.

"I mentioned it, how about it? Did the girl chase after her?"

Perhaps because Bai Chen is now a child, Wang Xiaolong is more willing to say it.

“Where is that easy.”

"Chasing girls is not as difficult as you think, it depends on whether you are thick enough."

Bai Chen began to instill his fallacies again, and Wang Xiaolong was stunned by Bai Chen's words. Even the students in front and behind came to listen.

It takes about half an hour to drive to Lingyin Temple. Lingyin Temple collects tickets.

Moreover, the incense is quite popular, and everyone inside and outside is full of people.

For Chinese people, Lingyin Temple has a more Buddhist connection than Shaolin, while Shaolin is more famous for its martial arts. The great contribution of Shaolin to its current status is Jet Li's Shaolin Temple and Jin Yong's hero.

However, as long as the temple is slightly famous, it is inevitable that it is somewhat utilitarian. Some religious holy places should not appear.

And many times, it is not made by the temple itself, but by the local tourism bureau.

For example, there are merit boxes inside and outside Lingyin Temple. The merit boxes inside are owned by the temple, while the outside is made by the Tourism Bureau.

The temple’s own merit box is naturally for its own livelihood.

However, the merit box of the Tourism Bureau is for economic benefits.

Moreover, Buddhism does not allow business, so many vendors sell incense and Buddhist instruments at high prices outside, making a good Lingyin Temple smoky.

Religion is the sustenance of people's beliefs and souls. It is not the main thing to have gods but not gods. The meaning of religion is to attract people to be good. However, now such a thousand-year-old temple is shrouded in miasma.

No one can calm down the mind with golden Buddha statues, vast Buddha railings, and crowds of people.

These people are not here to worship Buddha or pray for wishes.

Even if the Buddha is really omnipotent, it is impossible to realize the wishes of every worshiper.

Because the Buddha knows that human hearts are insatiable. To realize a wish, it will not satisfy that person, but will only arouse greater **.

Bai Chen was a little disappointed. Is there really a master in Lingyin Temple like this?

Bai Chen does not believe in Buddhism, but he knows that Buddha really exists.

"It's so dirty." Mo Xin whispered: "It's dirtier than any place I've ever seen."

"Where did the child from Huangkou come from? Here is a nonsense, where are your lords?" A bald monk came forward with dissatisfaction and scolded Mo Xin.

As soon as the monk opened his mouth, the students from Class 7 gathered around and accused the monk in a verbal way.

"How did you, the monk?"

"Does our Mo Xin teach you a lesson?"

"Which school are you students? Are you here to come and go wild?"

"What? You open the door to do business, and you still care about where we are from. You're too busy with your management."

Bai Chen was funny and didn't stop him. Li Yan took the lead in colliding with the monk.

This monk actually bullies the soft persimmon. If he really encounters a arrogant person, he will not dare to do anything.

Bai Chen felt very satisfied. These students are no longer timid children. They already know how to use their identities and age to create advantages.

The pilgrims also began to gather and accused the monk.

The monk ran away in a few words, but not long after, the monk came back, but an old monk was also followed by an old monk.

"Who was disrespectful to me before?"

"The host is the little girl among the group of children."

When the host saw Mo Xin, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

"What? Old monk, what are you going to do?" Li Yan stepped forward and questioned.

"The female donor misunderstood. I'm not doing anything, but can I ask that little donor to come over? I think this little donor may have a connection with my Buddha and want to give her some Buddha relationship."

Bai Chen frowned. Could this old monk see Mo Xin's identity?

No, this old monk doesn’t look like a monk who has attained enlightenment, but rather like an old lust.

He looked at Mo Xin's eyes without a deep hatred, but instead had a strange look.

"Spiritable, who wants you to break the Buddha's fate?" Li Yan whitens her eyes.

The old monk's eyes still looked at Mo Xin from time to time, his eyes full of longing.

"Amitabha." The old monk put his palms together: "The female donor spoke rudely in front of the Buddha, and he may suffer a disaster."

Suddenly, Li Yan fainted without warning, and the others immediately exclaimed and supported Li Yan.

The other mutual restraints were surprised, thinking that Li Yan was really retribution.

Everyone lifted Li Yan out with all their might. Just as they took advantage of the chaos, a monk went up and took Mo Xin's hand and walked inward. The old monk cleverly blocked everyone's view with his cassock.

Bai Chen had seen the old monk's methods early on. When he checked with his palms, he sprinkled the drugs hidden in his hands on Li Yan's face. It was definitely not the first time he had a skilled method.

Bai Chen also saw Mo Xin when their master and disciple took away.

It is really sad that such a thousand-year-old temple has caused such a person to be misunderstood.

The old monk took Mo Xin to a wing room, and the old monk came in impatiently.

Looking at the lovely Mo Xin, the old monk couldn't help but feel the evil thoughts in his heart. He grabbed the cassock nervously with his palm.

"Little girl, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"I'm not afraid." Mo Xin looked at the old monk calmly, climbed onto the table, looked around him, and finally his eyes fell on the old monk's body, and a curve was slowly drawn from the corner of his mouth.

"Your clothes are dirty. Take them off." The old monk couldn't help but stretched to Mo Xin.

This is not the first time he has done this kind of thing. He just has this kind of hobby. He has an indescribable fanaticism for little girls of this age, and he is not afraid of being accused. After all, little girls of this age cannot even explain clearly. How could he know what happened?

This little girl is even rare and the old monk is reluctant to send her back after the game. He just wants to keep it by his side and stay for a while.

The old monk swallowed his saliva, and the obscene expression in his eyes was unconcealed.

"Dirty, filthy, depraved, twisted, are you human? Or demon?"

"What?" The old monk was stunned for a moment, wondering why Mo Xin said such strange words.

"Why not be possessed by a demon? Wearing a decadent smelly skin, disguising your inner life, you are not as free and happy as the demon."

At this moment, the old monk's heart was already fascinated, and his eyes began to become dull: "Can you be possessed by a demon?"

A black light shot out from Mo Xin's fingertips, which instantly sank into the old monk's forehead.

"Of course, you do whatever you want. No one stops you, and no one dares to stop you."

The old monk's forehead began to gradually be covered with black, and black silk stretched out, spreading in all directions. In less than a minute, the old monk's head had turned black, especially his pupils, which had completely turned in ink. He began to pant heavily in his mouth, but his breathing was filled with black vicious air.

Duang

Suddenly, a loud bell rang, and then the old monk who had just become possessed suddenly screamed.

Mo Xin frowned and shouted sternly: "Which damn guy is in the way!"

"Amitabha! My Buddha is merciful." A golden light shot into the wing room from the top of the wing room, instantly covering Mo Xin and the old monk.

The old monk immediately howled in pain, and his body began to emit a trace of black air, as if it was about to evaporate. Mo Xin was standing in the golden light, and a trace of black air was also evaporating his body.

But Mo Xin was unmoved and shouted: "Rats, come out and die."
To be continued...