When Luo Qingxin's carriage went up the mountain, it was still early and it had not arrived yet. The mountains were extremely quiet. Apart from the Buddhist sounds coming from the temple and the songs of insects and birds in the mountains, it was quiet.

This is a good place to cleanse the soul.

Luo Qingxin sat in the carriage, flipping through the booklet at hand.

The names on it still made her feel heavy and depressed.

When the carriage was halfway up the mountain, she could no longer get on. Luo Qingxin got off the carriage and sent the coachman back first. She walked up the mountain by herself.

The gate of Kongchan Temple was already open, and two monks in gray were cleaning. When they saw Luo Qingxin coming, they raised their hands to salute and continued to clean.

Luo Qingxin walked through the stone steps and passed the first courtyard gate.

Once you enter this door, you can see the solemn and dignified hall of Kongchan Temple. Although it was early, there were even earlier men and women who arrived knelt in the middle of the hall to ignite the first incense stick.

Luo Qingxin walked in.

A middle-aged monk wearing a brown monk's robe came forward and said, "Do you want to burn incense or fulfill your wish?"

Luo Qing said in his heart: "Master, I want to save the dead!"

The middle-aged monk Heshi bowed and said, "Since you want to save the dead, please come here!"

Luo Qingxin followed the middle-aged monk to the side road and arrived at a hall on the right where the golden body of the Bodhisattva was still enshrined.

After sitting down, a little novice monk brought tea.

The middle-aged monk returned to the point of saying: "I don't know who the person who gave the Lord to the Lord's salvation is named, how old, when will he be delivered, who should he be asked to be delivered, what are the requirements... Please tell me, I will register for the donor!"

Luo Qing thought to himself: "Of course, we need to invite the master of Buddhism to be the most profound in Buddhism to be able to be a water and land temple for seven days..." She said all the ways she knew about the salvation of the dead, and the implication was to do a complete set of rituals of salvation.

Finally, she said, "As for those who want to be saved, the list is here!"

The middle-aged monk was stunned. List?

It is not one or two people who want to be saved, nor is it her relative?

He took the roster and opened it. He looked at the continuous names on it, and hurriedly closed it. This was not something he could decide. He said, "The Lord of Giving is the Lord of Giving to save a large number of rebirths. I will wait for me to report to the Lord of Xitang. Please sit for a moment!"

Luo Qingxin understood that the head monk in the West Hall was the head of the monks in the Dharma Hall and the altar meeting. Such large-scale relief was originally necessary to find professional people.

The middle-aged monk left in a hurry.

After a while, two middle-aged monks in yellow monk's robes came with the middle-aged monk in brown clothes.

The monk in brown clothes introduced: "Donor, this is Master Wuchen, the head of the temple, and this is Master Wuwei in the West Courtyard!"

Luo Qing said in his heart: "Two masters are polite!"

Master Wuchen said: "Can I show you the list of the main sacrificial sacrificial slogans?"

Luo Qingxin handed it to the list.

After Master Wuchen looked through it, his eyes turned to Luo Qingxin. There was no emotion in his dark brown eyes. He turned it over and said, "Are these people's relatives of the donor?"

Luo Qingxin shook her head.

"Is there any old thing with the donor?"

Luo Qingxin shook her head.

"Can the donor know them?"

Luo Qing said in his heart: "I have never seen it!"

"Why is the donor sure to be able to save these people?"

Luo Qing said in his heart: "Yes!"

Master Wuchen looked at Luo Qingxin again and said, "What is the donor's original intention?"
Chapter completed!