He wanted to talk about this matter with the few people who were discussing enthusiastically behind him.
But listening to their immature remarks, I couldn't bear to disturb them.
Duan Mingyi thought about it for a while, and let's just sit on the frame and take care of it. It would be nice to sit here and watch the scenery and listen to them chatting.
"Brother Lu's words reminded me of a question that puzzled me before."
Lu Bei, who was sitting in the carriage, opened the curtain, raised his head and asked, "What's wrong with Uncle Duan?"
"It's the experience of you cultivators. I used to hear people say that when they go out to practice for twenty years, they will become more advanced and stronger when they meet each other. Did you become stronger by meditating in the cave? Or did you take some panacea to become so strong."
Even in the stories of the storyteller, the stories of the great people told are thrilling, as if these people don't need to eat, sleep and rest.
As soon as you go out, you will encounter all kinds of thrilling events, and then you will be implicated in them, and you will also encounter various big figures who turn your hands into clouds and rain, causing a series of fate-like changes.
But now he was sitting on the frame, but he was listening to the chatting of these cultivators behind him who had gone out for the first time to practice, saying that they didn't know what to practice?
I can only go all the way and think all the way.
"I understand a little bit about this, because few people will watch those stories about daily life. What everyone wants to hear is the kind of fighting effect produced by big scenes and big productions. This kind of story about repairing roofs and door panels may also be heard by celebrities. They did, but they certainly wouldn't talk about it."
Because it is not passionate and exciting enough, even the audience will not be dumbfounded when they know these things, and then applaud desperately and say, "Wow, that's amazing!"
Duan Mingyi laughed out loud when he heard such an explanation.
The six of them traveled during the day and lived in the wilderness at night. Anyway, they brought all the pots and pans with them for camping neatly, and they were not in a hurry to find a so-called village to live in.
Tieqingma's vision will drop to the point where he can't walk at night when it gets dark, so several people discussed and decided to calculate according to the time of the watch on Lu Bei's wrist.
Get up at 7:30 every morning, do exercises, prepare breakfast for breakfast, start on the road at 9:00 in the morning after eating and drinking, and start to choose a location to stop at 5:00 in the afternoon.
The group of people who had just walked in the mountains for half a month were already tired of seeing the green plants and white clouds, and even the audience in the live broadcast room began to use the live broadcast as the background sound during this time.
Zhao Tiantian was tired from sitting in the carriage, so Yu Jianfei ran to the front to explore the road, and when she suddenly saw a ruined temple in a mountain field, she was so excited that she almost rolled over in mid-air.
"I don't know if there is anyone in there. I'm really getting tired of seeing your faces."
"That's really good, next time you're dumb and no one has any objections." Lu Bei, who was tired of being looked at by others, took the rein and waved the guy who was also tired of looking aside.
A few people walked to the door of this dilapidated temple surrounded by moss. Although the temple looked a bit dilapidated, there were no fallen leaves or spider webs on the steps at the door.
"Some people live there." Xinyang, who had the highest cultivation level, released his divine sense and quickly saw the situation inside the temple. "There are three monks."
"We can exchange vegetarian meals with them." Feng Wujing said while clutching his hungry stomach.
The group of people present were good at everything, except for the matter of cooking, even if Lu Bei brought the plug-in of the live broadcast room, there was no way to save their poor cooking skills.
If it wasn't for the lack of money, they had already started thinking about buying bigu pills when they passed the last town.
Now Duan Mingyi not only has to drive the car, but also cooks for this group of immortal cultivators who can't cook.
"Good idea! We can give them our dry steamed buns and beef jerky."
Lu Bei recently ate grilled steamed buns with beef jerky, and he was so tired of eating that he didn't want to eat any more.
"Monks don't eat beef, right? I can give them some of my pickles."
When Wen Siyan was in Huifeng City, she brought out a jar of pickled vegetables from home.
Although the pickles are delicious, eating the same kind of pickles every day makes her want to close the storage bag with a blank expression when she sees the pickle water tank in the storage bag.
"I'll knock on the door."
Zhao Tiantian ran up five steps, walked to the gate of the temple and reached out to knock on the door.
After a while, a young monk wearing a monk's robe hurried over and opened the temple door.
When the door opened, both the monk standing inside and Zhao Tiantian standing outside were surprised by each other's appearance.
"What a handsome monk!" Zhao Tiantian said from the bottom of her heart.
The young monk who came to open the door stared at Zhao Tiantian in front of him with red lips, white teeth and black eyes, clasped his hands together and smiled slightly, "The benefactor appreciates it."
Chang Yuan couldn't help but be surprised just now that there is such a beautiful female benefactor here in the wilderness here, which has been deserted all year round.
"I didn't win the award, you are really good-looking." Zhao Tiantian, a guy who looks at his face, wanted to seek the approval of a few friends after speaking.
"Excuse me, Master. We are businessmen passing by here and want to go to Anjiang Cave. Can we stay in the temple for one night?"
Lu Bei was wearing everyday clothes without any logos. When they first set out on the road, they were still wearing the clothes of their respective sects. Later, they found that many ordinary people did not dare to deal with immortal cultivators.
Several people all changed into homely clothes without any logos.
In addition to being somewhat conspicuous, others couldn't tell their identities for a while.
Chang Yuan originally thought that the benefactor standing at the door knocking was the most handsome person he had ever seen in his life, but when he heard the sound and looked over.
It was found that under the steps of the temple, a group of people stood out of the ordinary, except for a groom who was driving a carriage.
Duan Mingyi, who didn't know that he was being treated as a groom, would jump up and object if he knew the other party's heart.
"You are the groom! The groom of your family! I am the employer of Party A of these guys! They are all hired by me to work!"
It's a pity that the two don't understand each other's minds, and Chang Yuan doesn't understand his mind.
He directly labeled him as a groom, and with a peaceful smile on his face, he opened all the temple doors, "Amitabha, we have been guests from afar, if you guys don't mind the shabby temple, please come in and make some repairs before heading on your way tomorrow. "
"Thank you Master!"
A few people who lived in tents for half a month happily entered this nameless temple whose name was covered with moss.
"Poor monk Chang Yuan, I don't know where these benefactors came from?" Chang Yuan led them to live in the wing room at the back, and was also curious about where these good-looking people came from.
"Come from wherever you come from, go wherever you want to go." Lu Beishun remembered this joke on earth, and this was the first time he met a monk in the world of immortals.
This answer made Chang Yuan, who was leading the way, look at the speaker for the first time, and vaguely saw that he seemed to be the leader of the group, "The benefactor's words are quite ingenious, and Chang Yuan has been taught."
Is there anything embarrassing about telling a joke but being thanked seriously? there is none left.
Lu Bei grinned so much that he blushed, Chang Yuan left after several people were led to the wing.
Several people looked inside and outside the room.
"Although there is no one there, it's pretty clean."
Feng Wujing has already checked several rooms, and saw that there is no dust in each room, even the floor.
"It's a ruined temple in the middle of the mountain. No one would come to it. How could the guest room be so clean?"
Xinyang held his natal sword, stood in the quadrangle and looked around the courtyard where they were going to live tonight, "Zhao Tiantian and Wen Siyan will share a room tonight, Lu Bei you will share a room with Feng Wujing, and I will live with Duan Mingyi , each be careful."
"It's so exciting! We finally encountered a big event that can be a hero!" Zhao Tiantian was already so excited that she couldn't wait for it to get dark.
"I'm looking forward to it too!" Lu Bei was also looking forward to it, wondering what interesting things would happen at night.
Duan Mingyi drove the carriage to the stables, and when he returned to the back room where he was going to live tonight, he heard the group of immortal cultivators discussing the surprises they might encounter that night. He panicked for a second and thought that he probably had no chance to participate in the whole process. .
He was the weakest one in the room, and it is very likely that others were asleep when the group was making a fuss.
In the distance, in the front hall of the Daxiong Palace, three monks with good looks sat together.
"Who are those people?"
Chang Kong, the oldest monk present, asked his third brother with nine incense scars on his head.
"Seeing that they are all dressed in ordinary people's attire, I asked them where they are going to play tricks on me, but I guess I have a bit of skill to get here in the wilderness alone." Just now at the gate of the temple, he had a gentle face, kind eyebrows and kind eyes. Chang Yuan crossed the Buddha beads in his hands, and turned his eyes to look at his two elder brothers, "There are two women in the team who are both beautiful and beautiful, and they still have their yin and yin bodies. Do you want to arrest them?"
"Fantasy, how many people who follow a team don't take action? What kind of men are they?"
The monk named Chang Ming stood up with a sinister smile, flicked the incense ash on the monk's robe, and decided to take a look at the appearance of the pilgrims himself, "I will bring them tea and find out their details. "
In the back room, Lu Bei was turning on his mobile phone for a live broadcast, explaining to the audience the situation of the temple where he would stay overnight.
Audiences who have been watching Shanshui for half a month can see that the idea of the temple in front of them is exactly the same as that of Zhao Tiantian.
;gt; "Finally, the picture of nothing but roads, grass and trees is over."
"Really, this is the first time I have discovered such things as looking at scenery, and it turns out that I really get tired of looking at it!"
"What's the name of the anchor's temple? Are there still monks living there?"
Lu Bei walked around the temple alone, and saw a stone tablet covered with moss. After removing the moss on the stone tablet with a shovel, he saw three simple characters engraved on it.
【Temple of Mercy】
"Look, anchor, there is a monk coming behind you."
Lu Bei caught a glimpse of the reminder on the phone screen, held the screen off in his hand, and turned to look at the person who came.
The other party was not the monk Chang Yuan whom he had seen at the gate of the temple, but a monk who looked to be thirty years old.
There were six incense scars on his head, and he walked up to him with a pot of tea in his hands and folded his hands together, "Amitabha, Chang Ming has seen the donor, and I heard from Junior Brother Chang Yuan that some pilgrims came to the temple, and the poor monk lived in the wilderness for a long time. I don’t see anyone else all year round, so I’m here to bother you, I hope you don’t mind.”
"Master Chang Ming, are you two brothers and sisters alone in this temple?" Lu Bei looked at the dark yellow monk's robe on his body.
Although he doesn't know much about the culture of temples, he knows to some extent that a temple is divided into big monks and young monks.
This monk named Chang Ming, and the monk Chang Yuan who opened the door to receive them, both had a lot of incense scars on their heads.
But the monk's robes on his body are all dressed up as little novice monks.
"The abbot who raised us is getting old. After returning to the west last year, all the other monks in the temple disappeared. Only our three brothers and sisters are still here. I can't help but destroy the temple that I built with one hand. In the temple, there is nothing but In addition to Chang Yuan and I, there is also a Chang Kong senior brother.
"Three monks, the master has worked hard. Is there a place in the temple where I can donate money for sesame oil? I want to offer a stick of incense."
Lu Bei also wanted to see what the third monk they were talking about looked like, and by the way, observe this temple more.
I didn't see that in the live broadcast room just now, several viewers who like to take pictures of ancient buildings saw the temple in front of them, and they shouted in the comment area in ecstasy.
It is strongly requested that the host visit every part of the temple.
Although there is no camera, it is impossible to take a higher-definition picture, but the scene in the camera lens of the mobile phone has caused countless people to keep taking screenshots, preparing to take pictures from the temple buildings in the fairy world and the worshiped Bodhisattva later. body, to find out which stage of culture these belong to in the global village for five thousand years.
"The benefactor is going here."
Chang Ming took him to the Daxiong Palace, and accompanied him to visit various places in the temple.
No matter where he went, as long as Lu Bei looked at the buildings or objects a few times, he would be able to talk eloquently, as if he had spent the previous thirty years of his life in this temple.
Lu Bei took the audience in the live broadcast room, and after listening to one after another allusions related to temples and Bodhisattvas, he returned to the back room and told his friends about it.
"Could it be that we are too suspicious? This is really an ordinary temple?" Zhao Tiantian asked.
"Whether it's ordinary or not, remember to lock the door before you go to bed tonight."
Apart from guarding the incompetent Duan Mingyi tonight, Xinyang also planned to sit on the roof and guard the four rookies.
"We seem to be learning scriptures from the west now. If you don't ask the senior brother, you are the senior brother. Uncle Duan is the Tang monk we want to protect."
Sitting in the crowd, Lu Bei suddenly said this while looking at the scene in front of him.
"What kind of comparison is this? A new story?" Feng Wujing, who had heard Lu Bei tell several stories along the way, immediately asked if this was a new story.
Note: "This is a story about a monk taking several apprentices to the West to learn scriptures. Do you dare to be interested?"
Everyone present, including Duan Mingyi who silently joined in, nodded unanimously.
Each of the stories Lu Bei told was very peculiar and pleasant to listen to, and even Duan Mingyi became a habit along the way.
As long as Brother Lu starts telling stories, he will bring a small bench and send it over.
When Monk Chang Ming came over with the evening fast meal, he saw that the young people staying overnight were all gathered together.
From time to time, someone in the crowd exclaimed.
"Are all the monks in Guanyin Temple bad people?"
"This black bear spirit stole the cassock to go back and wear it himself. It sounds ridiculous for a black bear to wear a beautiful cassock."
Chang Ming didn't understand what they were talking about, and when he was about to say hello, he heard a remark that almost caused the teapot in his hand to fall to the ground.
"This kind of greedy monks collectively want to do bad things in the temple. No wonder the Great Sage wants to burn the temple down."
Chang Ming: "What are you talking about? Which greedy monk wants to burn down whose temple?"
"Someone is coming." Duan Mingyi, who was listening to the story with relish, accidentally saw the monk standing not far away, and reminded everyone.
The people gathered in a group looked at the monk in the corridor over there. When Zhao Tiantian saw the person coming, her mind was still stuck in the story just now. She subconsciously looked at the complete temple in front of her, and everyone present could hear it. He muttered in a low voice, "The buildings in this temple seem to be made of wood, so they should be able to burn with a little fire."
"Master Chang Ming, come to bring us a vegetarian meal, I really trouble you."
Lu Bei had already seen the food box in the master's hand, and stood up with a smile on his face, walking towards him.
As far as Chang Ming was concerned, his smile was simply malicious, coupled with the words of the female benefactor just now, an astonishing idea appeared in his mind.
Could it be that this group of people came to rob them?
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