The Chenghuang Temple, which is in the middle of the temple fair, is indeed very lively. There are four operas, a circus, and hundreds of kinds of acrobatics. There is really everything you need. The temple fair is held for a week, and some people even come from overseas.

Join in the fun, there are huge crowds of people, it’s very lively.

Although Cheng Yuming is the head of the Faqiu clan.

Although he has a great reputation, not many people have actually seen him. On the contrary, Ding Xiangen, who has a slim body and long beard, is indeed known to many people in Beijing. With Xiaomei leading the way, the three of them entered the main hall of the City God's Temple first.

Sheng Xinghua whispered: "Xiaomei, what did you and Miss Second see?"

Xiaomei said: "This is the Bodhisattva."

Sheng Xinghua looked carefully and saw that the statue was as high as a human being.

Lifelike. Sitting in the center is the statue of Jiutian Xuan goddess with a golden body and wind crown.

The statue is dignified, but there are four maids standing in front of it.

But she is made very beautiful. The first maid on the left is wearing a pink dress, with picturesque features and a slight smile on her lips.

Cheng Yuming whispered: "Xiaomei, you read that right! Is it really the same as this statue?"

Xiaomei said: "That's right. Although I only took a glance, I saw it very clearly."

"Xiaomei, take us to the place where the second lady fainted. Remember, we must take the original route." Xiaomei nodded and walked towards a side door next to the main hall.

Several people chased after Xiaomei.

After passing through the side door, there is indeed a screen with the words "Retreat in the inner courtyard. Tourists stop."

Xiaomei was familiar with the road, bypassed the screen, and walked forward. Behind the screen was a small courtyard, with a moon-shaped round door leading to the backyard. At this time, an old woman wearing a blue cloth trousers jacket and white hair was sitting.

I closed my eyes and meditated on a wooden chair. The wooden chair was blocking the middle of the round door.

Xiaomei whispered: "It's strange, no one was watching that day."

Sheng Xinghua said: "It's okay! Let's go in."

After saying this, he should go to the round door first.

The old woman slowly opened her eyes.

He said: "Everyone, the backyard is the retreat place for the female disciples of this temple. Pilgrims have always been refused. If you want to fortune-tell and have a son, please come to the main hall to celebrate."

Sheng Xinghua answered the question inappropriately, saying: "The old lady is from the City God's Temple..."

"The old lady who sweeps, cooks and does odd jobs."

"Is there any accommodation available in your temple?"

The old woman's eyes seemed to be old. She stretched her head and looked at the three of them for a while, then said: "The abbot went to the main hall early in the morning to receive pilgrims. Please go to the front hall to find her!"

"We came from afar, just for some sightseeing, just for convenience." As he said that, Sheng Xinghua took out a wallet from his pocket and was about to pay.

The old woman shook her head and said: "Amitabha, I live in Buddhism, why do you need to do this?"

"So, the inner courtyard of the City God's Temple is a forbidden area?"

"A place for joy in all directions. It is not a forbidden place, but the backyard is a place for women to meditate. You are all grown men, so it is inconvenient to enter. But if you inform the abbot, it may be feasible for her to accompany you..."

Sheng Xinghua sneered and said: "Since the old lady refused to be convenient, we had no choice but to break in." On one side of his body, the person slipped past the old woman. Xiaomei lowered her head and rushed in. The old woman hurriedly stretched out her hand to stop her.

But Cheng Yuming was blocked. Ding Xiangen stretched out his left hand, blocking the woman like an iron fence, and Cheng Yuming stepped in.

The old woman said anxiously: "You..."

Ding Xiangen continued coldly: "Let's investigate a case, you don't need to make a fuss."

The old woman still wanted to call out, but Cheng Yuming handed over a large stack of banknotes. Although the old woman's eyes were blurry, she could see the banknotes clearly.

Dumbfounded, he reached out to take it, sat on the wooden chair again, and closed his eyes.

Xiaomei and three people were walking on a red brick road. They saw blue brick walls on both sides. Every other section, there were

A small circular gate seems to have many spans of courtyards.

Xiaomei stopped in front of a small moon gate and said, "This is the courtyard."

Sheng Xinghua stepped in.

The small courtyard is quiet, with buildings on both sides, one in the front and one in the wing. There are many flowers and trees planted in the courtyard, and the breeze brings the fragrance of flowers. Xiaomei pointed to the two stone steps in front of the wing and said: "The second lady is lying there.

here!"

Sheng Xinghua groaned, stepped onto the two stone steps, and reached out to push open the wooden door of the wing.

It's a quiet little room with a simple layout and nothing else besides a table and a chair.

Sheng Xinghua glanced around with sharp eyes, shook his head and said: "No one!"

"Xiaomei, there are many cross-courtyards in this temple, you read that right!"

"I remember it very clearly and I can't mistake it."

"Look above."

At this moment, the wooden door to the upper room opened, and a twenty-one or twelve-year-old woman slowly walked out from inside.

"Xiaomei, is it her?" Sheng Xinghua asked.

In fact, he had already noticed that this woman was dressed simply, and her appearance was only average. Compared with the fairy in the palace who was dressed in colorful clothes and as beautiful as a flower, she was completely different.

Xiaomei shook her head and said, "No!"

Ding Xiangen said: "Excuse me."

The woman clasped her hands and bowed, saying: "You are... Oh, I am a religious woman in the temple. How can I help you?"

Ding Xiangen said: "Oh, hello, have you been meditating in this courtyard?"

"Yes, I have been meditating here for half a year."

"Since you are meditating in this courtyard, you must have met the fairy."

"Fairy?"

Xiaomei said: "Yes! It's the fairy in pink dress."

"This..." The woman heard some Zhang Er monks scratching their heads and said: "Guys, this is the City God's Temple, how can there be any fairies?"

Sheng Xinghua said coldly: "It is also possible that she is not a fairy, but a person pretending to be a fairy."

"I am a mortal woman, and I have never seen the whereabouts of fairies." The woman thought they were here to cause trouble, and became a little angry when asked.

Cheng Yuming frowned and said, "Excuse me, can you be in this hospital the day before yesterday?"

The woman pondered for a while and said: "The day before yesterday? I wasn't there. We listen to sutras here on the seventh day of every month. The day before yesterday seemed to be the seventh day of July. Except for these three days every month, I meditate in this courtyard."

What she said was reasonable and perfect, and Sheng Xinghua was speechless.

"The day before yesterday, my daughter fainted in this hospital. Have you ever heard of it?"

After listening, the woman clasped her hands and said, "When I returned from listening to the sutra, I did hear someone say that a young lady who came to play had fainted. However, I was not here at the time and didn't know much. I hope the donor will understand!"

What she said was very reasonable. She did not deny the facts, but she pushed the matter away completely.

"Are you the only one meditating in this courtyard?"

"I live here alone, but there are people living in other courtyards."

"Can we go into the upper room and have a look?"

"Donor please, please!" After all, they were young people and not so restrained in their thoughts, so she still agreed to let them in.

Sheng Xinghua stopped being polite and walked forward. The upper room was not big. In addition to a collapsed chair, there were some futons for meditation. Sheng Xinghua couldn't find anything suspicious, so he had to retreat.

Cheng Yuming asked hurriedly: "Do you see anything?"

"No, let's go!"

Cheng Yuming wanted to say something else, but Sheng Xinghua stopped him with his eyes.

Sheng Xinghua waved his hand.

Said: "I'm sorry for disturbing the girl."

…

Cheng Yuming's books

In the room.

The doors and windows were closed. Cheng Yuming rubbed his hands habitually and said anxiously:

"Hugh, are you watching this?"

"The Chenghuang Temple is a bit suspicious!" Sheng Xinghua said bluntly, "But they covered it up very well. Nothing can be found in the open."

Ding Xiangen said: "Yes, that little girl during the day was a big flaw. Which young girl would become a nun now? And you heard that her eloquence is as sharp as a sword, which is definitely beyond the capabilities of such a young woman.

.but……"

"But what?"

"I, Old Ding, have been living here in Beijing for more than ten years, but I have never heard that the City God's Temple is related to the martial arts figures." He glanced at Ye Shaoming and asked: "Dr. Ye, do you think it was because of the strange martial arts in the martial arts world?
To be continued...