Li Qing muttered: "It's obvious that there is someone, why don't you respond? Is it because the sound is low?"

So Li Qing picked up the door knocker and knocked it five or six times in a row!

Seeing this, Xu San frowned and said, "Girl, are you all the people in the city knocking on the door like this?"

Jing Yan looked at Xu San in confusion: "Is there any problem?"

Xu San scratched his head and said, "I don't know if there is any problem. Anyway, when I was a child, my family taught me how to knock on the door is different from yours."

Li Qing smiled: "What's the difference? Don't you knock three times in a row at home and abroad? If you are anxious, do you knock two more times?"

Xu San shook his head: "What you are talking about is the etiquette of foreigners, that is not our etiquette. At least I know, no. The rules and etiquette passed down by our ancestors are another way of knocking."

Jing Yan asked curiously: "How should I knock it?"

Xu San walked forward, picked up the door knocker, knocked it lightly or heavily, and waited for a second, and then knocked it twice. The rhythm was dong, dong dong.

The sound is very penetrating in dullness and echoes in the middle of the sand dunes.

Li Qing said: "Is this different from ours?"

"Of course there is Amitabha."

The Buddha's yelled and the door slowly opened.

A young monk wearing a white monk's robe and fair skin came out. He looked less than twenty years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes and stars.

This monk and all the monks Jing Yan met were different. Other monks either looked fake or looked like a monk who was enlightened. However, the monk in front of him gave people a clean feeling!

A person who seems to be not contaminated with all the dust in the world, a clean person who cannot think of him as dirty as the world.

The monk's eyes were very bright, so bright that Jing Yan was a little afraid to look directly.

But she didn't know that Fang Zheng's eyes were indeed bright when he looked at her. Fang Zheng never expected to meet her here!

Fang Zheng became a Buddha. Before he was thrown here, when he was still on Yizhishan in the northeast, Jing Yan climbed Yizhishan and entered Yizhi Temple. The relationship between the two was pretty good, and they even worked together several times.

The two places in the northeast and northwest are so far apart that Jing Yan actually appeared here. I have to say that luck is so good.

Moreover, Fang Zheng found that Jing Yan's eyes looked at him were full of curiosity and no excitement. It seemed that she could no longer remember that memory.

Looking at the people around Jing Yan, they are not the reporters that Jing Yan brought back then. It seems that with his changes, some things in the world have also changed, and things have changed.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Is it really good to change other people's memories?"

"Ding! They did not change their memory. This is a parallel world. The parallel world is a branch of the thoughts of a world. You can understand that when the system chose you, you stood at the fork of a world. If you choose to accept the system, you will embark on the previous path, and if you choose to refuse, this path will be derived.

And we just put you on this road, so those who were before you received the system still remember you, and those who were after that didn't know you.

But the world is related to the world and images, such as the Mandela effect. The jingle cat you remembered before is verbal, but in fact, there is no verbal in this world;

For example, the songs you remember are fifty-six ethnic groups and fifty-six flowers, but the fact is that the lyricist does not admit that he has written this way, only five or six constellations and fifty-six flowers.

This is the interweaving of memories generated by different time and space, diverging and entangling each other.

The other party may not have seen you, but he is very familiar with you..."

Fang Zhengming, he always knew that every flower and a world, every thought and a Bodhi. A thought of the Buddha can lead to a world, and similarly, a person's thoughts can lead to a world, but the world they derived is easy to be born and disillusioned. After all, he only has a short life span of a hundred years.

The world rises and falls in infinite derivation and disillusionment, like a dream bubble, a bubble in the water.

When Fang Zheng was in deep thought, Jing Yan first spoke: "Hello, my name is..."

"Donor Jing Yan, please come in."

When Fang Zheng heard Jing Yan speak, he immediately subconsciously shouted out the other party's name.

Jing Yan was stunned: "You...how do you know what my name is?"

Li Qing said: "It must be that he heard us chatting just now."

Looking at the monk again, he just smiled slightly, without explanation, it seemed like this, and it seemed to be another reason. Jing Yan, with the woman's sixth sense, felt that the other party had another reason, because after they approached the temple, they never called each other's names again. Even if the other party listened, it would not be possible to hear the conversation on the sand dune in the distance, right?

That would be too mysterious.

However, Jing Yan did not mean to go into it in depth, but followed the monk after he opened the door.

After crossing the old wooden door, the wind was obviously much weaker.

The wind in the desert carries some sand, but there is no grain of sand in the temple...

Even there are only some falling leaves on the ground, and there is no sand, which is very abnormal.

Li Qing and Xu San also noticed this. When they looked at each other, they saw the curiosity and a little worry in each other's eyes. Things were a little strange. They looked at Hou Tian, ​​who was following behind and timidly, and they were a little panicked for a moment.

Crunch...

The door closed behind them.

Several people suddenly blew up and turned around suddenly, but only saw a five or six-year-old monk closing the door, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu San couldn't help but mutter: "I'm so scared that I thought the door would close it by itself..."

Everyone agreed.

Fang Zheng didn't expect that Red Boy would come back, so he gave the other party a look. The other party replied, which roughly means: "I'm afraid that Master has something to do, so I'll come back first, they're still on the way."

Fang Zheng understood it in seconds and felt at ease, so he looked at the people in front of him with a smile and said, "I'm here to point to the temple late at night, but is there something wrong? If you worship Buddha, please ask inside. If there is anything else or nothing, you should go back as soon as possible."

Jing Yan looked at the monk in front of her, took a deep breath and said, "Uh, what do you call me?"

"My monk's Dharma name Fang Zheng is temporarily the abbot of Yizhi Temple." Fang Zheng replied.

Jing Yan nodded: "Abbot Fang Zheng, this is how it is."

Jing Yan looked at Hou Tian, ​​but Hou Tian subconsciously retreated. Xu San grabbed him and pushed him in front: "What are you running? The door is closed, where can you run? If you have something to say!"

Hou Tian glanced at Fang Zheng, then glanced at Hongbo'er, and finally looked at the back door worriedly.

Fang Zheng smiled: "Donor, last time I asked you to send coal, but you ran away before you gave it to you. But come back to get the money?"

After saying that, Fang Zheng took out a stack of money from his arms and handed it over: "This is coal money."

At that moment, everyone looked at Hou Tian, ​​and their eyes were clearly filled with: "Didn't you say that the other party won't give you money? Didn't you say that the other party is a ghost? What's the situation?"
Chapter completed!