After saying a few words, Niu'er lost her energy. Although she wanted to say a few more words to Wu Mian and Gui Bugui, she was still in the image of the dryness of oil and dryness. She was afraid that she would be too tired and implicated in her soul. Gui Bugui used the method of requiem and let Niu'er fall asleep. In her sleep, the little girl's mouth was still slightly closed, as if she was continuing to say something to them in a dream.

Looking at Niu'er's deep sleep, Gui Bugui sighed, looked at Wu Mian and the others for a few glances, and said, "I know Niu'er will be reborn in the next life, so we don't have to worry about it anymore, but her deadline is right in front of me, and I still feel uncomfortable..."

At this time, Xiao Rensan wiped his tears and said to Gui Bugui: "I'm old, you said that I'm just doing this for a few days, which day is it?"

"She was so tired that she was exhausted. When she was exhausted, she left," he looked at the woman who was lying on the bed again. Gui Bugui pondered for a moment, and then continued: "It's tomorrow's business that she can survive tonight. If she is not frightened and stimulated, she should still be the same as Liu Xiu's time, tomorrow night..."

At this time, Wu Mian thought the atmosphere in the bedroom was too depressing. He walked out of the palace by himself and said as he walked: "Niu'er is asleep, then I'll go out for some breathing,"

"Go out for a walk together." Seeing Wu Mian leave, Gui Bugui set up a formation next to Niu, and then followed the white-haired man to the outside of the palace: "Let Niu'er have a good rest. She is very tired. She can't wake up in less than three or four hours."

After the four of them left the palace, they still felt uncomfortable staying in the palace. Anyway, Niu'er couldn't wake up for a while. At the moment, the four of them were planning to leave the palace for a walk, but Bai Wuqiu thought that they had not yet gone to Baima Temple, so they suggested going there to see what the difference between the world's number one official temple and Xinjue Temple.

A moment later, Wu Mian, Gui Bugui and others appeared in front of the White Horse Temple outside Xiyong Gate. It was the first official temple in the world. It was like a small witch in the Xinjue Temple in Shouchun City. In a few years, this White Horse Temple has begun to take shape. The Buddhist temple that has entered and entered is already very good. There are endless pilgrims coming in and out. Hundreds of monks chanting scriptures in the Buddhist temple, and it is extraordinary to hear the momentum.

Now White Horse Temple is just a prototype, and there are Buddhist temples and Zen houses under construction one after another. When the construction is actually completed, it may take another hundred and eighty years.

The monks here are also well-behaved. When dealing with pilgrims and donors, they can see at a glance that Kashyapa served as the abbot and trained here. They are used to seeing small temples like Xinjue Temple. When they occasionally come to see such a large temple, they will know what a real temple is.

Among the four of them, Bai Wuqiu was a monk for a few days. After seeing the Buddha's appearance, Erlangzi started to kowtow a few habitually, but saw that there were more and more Buddha statues placing offerings. Bai Wuqiu was too lazy to kneel down. Except for Buddha Shakyamuni Buddha, the remaining gods and Buddhas nodded, and they were just finished if they were polite to the gods and Buddhas.

Just as they were walking around and about to leave, Erlangzi Baiwuqiu's sharp eyes pulled Gui Bugui's clothes beside him, pointed to a monk cleaning the Buddha statue in the distance and said, "Old guy, look, is this monk the disciple and that little one..."

As Bai Wuqiu looked over, he saw a young monk kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, cleaning the Buddha statue with cotton cloth dipped in clean water. He looked at him with a straight look. He seemed to have only the Buddha statue in his eyes, as if he could not see any good men and women beside him worshiping.

This monk who was cleaning the Buddha statue was a disciple Guangxiao who had changed his name to Shijie. Thinking that their master and disciple had encountered one encounter now. When the master swept the floor with a broom, the disciple, who was hundreds of miles away, knelt on his knees and cleaned the Buddha statue.

"After all, I am a disciple of Guangxiao. I know where the temple is full of oil," Gui Bugui smiled and continued, "But isn't it that this scholar quits to Miaojiang to spread Buddhism, or is it that this scholar quits the wrong way for this child to go to the wrong way. If this person doesn't, he is not a scholar quits at all..."

When Gui Bugui was talking, a fat monk came over and stood in front of Shi Jie and said, "Junior Brother Shi Jie, let's do it here for the time being. Later, my master Zhimi Yuan was preaching in the Buddhist temple. Please help me organize the Buddhist temple first." After hearing the fat monk's words, Shi Jie jumped down and respectfully saluted the fat monk. Then he followed him to the Buddhist temple.

After watching the two monks walk away, Wu Mian and Gui Bugui look at each other. The old guy looked at Shi Jie's back and said, "The person is real, and he has not gone to the wrong place. So, this little guy came here on purpose. His appearance and name have not changed. He is really focused on Buddha...what are you doing?"

Before Gui Bugui finished speaking, Wu Mian had already followed the two monks and walked towards the Buddha Hall in the distance. In desperation, Gui Bugui could only follow the white-haired man closely with two monsters.

A moment later, the four of them followed the two monks to the outside of the Buddha Hall. At this time, there were more than a dozen monks and good men and women in the Buddhist hall. A few of them were busy placing snacks and sacrifices to the Buddha on the large altars that were connected together. The remaining people were placing hundreds of cushions. It seemed that Master Zhimiyuan was going to preach here for a while. He hadn't seen him for a few years, and I don't know how he was.

The monk was also among these people, but he was too low to be qualified to offer sacrifices to the Buddha, so he could only place cushions here with everyone. Almost as the last cushions were arranged neatly, a sound of Buddhist music suddenly sounded outside the Buddhist temple. Then a huge monk who was as fat as ever was without any desire came into the Buddhist temple surrounded by all the good men and women.

At this time, Zhimiyuan and when he was in Xinjue Temple, he was completely different. The coarse monk's robe had already been put on the robe that the emperor personally gave him. Compared to when he left Xinjue Temple a few years ago, Zhimiyuan had gained a lot. Now, when the fat monk walked, his body was trembling with his fat all over his body.

After being helped by the little monk, the little monk standing in front of the temple let go, letting the good men and women at the door rushed in in a swarm and pounced on the cushion closest to the fat monk. Those who did not squeeze in in time could only sit on the cushion slightly farther away.

After seeing the people who came in to listen to the Buddhist scriptures, the fat monk Zhimiyuan then preached the Buddhist chant to everyone, and then explained the Buddhist sermons and the good men and women in a stern manner. Although Zhimiyuan was careless when he was in Xinjue Temple, he was indeed serious and had a solemn appearance on his face. In addition, he was not a Han person, and these good men and women could not tell who was the Indian and the Huns. In their eyes, this master could not find much from the Buddha.

Wu Mian, Gui Bugui, and the four of them were mixed up with hundreds of them. Among these good men and women, Monk Shimiyuan's mind was all in Buddhist scriptures, and there were too many people in front of him, so he could not tell the difference between them.

Seeing the fat monk explaining the Buddhist scriptures in a straight glance, Gui Bugui smiled and said, "I thought Zhimiyuan pointed at Kashyapa's junior brother. He was so arrogant. I didn't expect that the fat monk was really in his belly. It seems that the one who can be Kashyapa's junior brother is not an ordinary person. Well, where did the Shijie doll go? Why did it disappear in the blink of an eye..."
Chapter completed!