Qin Mu rolled his eyes and began to look at the scenery around him.

The place where they came out was a bamboo garden. Behind the bamboo garden was a dense bush where there was no sight. When they thought of the dense thorns in the bush, Qin Mu was still shocked.

How painful would these thorns hurt if they poked on a person.

He walked in front, but unexpectedly the monk behind him tasted all the thorns.

I was too lazy to look at the monk covered in scars, but this guy didn't think about it. When he came, he was still young and could drill around in these bushes. Now, such a big guy has thorns all the way and is not hurt. That's strange.

Next to the bamboo garden is a vegetable garden. The things in the vegetable garden are growing in a mess, which is very ugly. I won’t talk about the sparse cabbage. The eggplant standing next to it like a thin horse in Jiangnan has produced less than the size of a table tennis ball.

Qin Mu just glanced at the vegetable garden and lost interest.

How big is this crooked melon and jujube to cultivate. Ningcheng is obviously a Feng Shui treasure land in the country of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River. The things raised in this vegetable garden are like those cultivated in the desert, with severe water shortage and malnutrition.

There is a well next to the vegetable garden. In Ningcheng, you can rarely see this thing. Every household can see a well on the mountain, which is terrifying.

Next to the vegetable garden and the well is the temple of Fushan.

I don’t know who founded it at the beginning, so the temple must be built on the mountain. It was already a blessing to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha’s name. Of course, people are practicing, and for a hedonist person like Qin Mu, it can simply take his life.

Who would be alone in a sparsely populated place with few people and few people? That is not called cultivation, but for Qin Mu, that is self-abuse.

Look at this master again, he must have had a very hard life. The few vegetables he raised with crooked melons and jujubes can explain it all.

The temple is also very broken, with red walls and yellow tiles. The original developer planned to do it well. At least the temple looks pretty good from the outside. The places where you visit, temples, Buddha statues, etc. are all focused on renovations. In this way, worshiping Buddhas and burning incense while tourists are visiting can make a lot of money.

Qin Mu disliked such things the most.

But I have to admit that Buddhism can achieve its current achievements, which is inseparable from the way they rely on tourism to make money. Look at Chonghua again. A small case can be hundreds of thousands or millions at a time. This guy obviously commits money among the five ills and three ills. Even if he lacks millions, he can squander it overnight. He left Chonghua's footsteps in various romantic occasions. Qin Mu was very glad that his master has been romantic for so many years, but he has not brought him a junior brother or junior sister.

If Chonghua had his own child, then it would not be Qin Mu's turn to inherit Wu Zhu's mantle. Besides, there was a ghost child who had Chonghua devoted everything before.

Although the outside of the temple looks pretty good, the few patches on the roof indicate that the house has only been repaired for a while, at least it was the type that was leaking before.

Qin Mu didn't care about his sighing relief at all, and walked straight to the temple. He was so shocked that he lowered his voice and shouted: "What are you doing? No one just went in like this..."

Qin Mu was too lazy to look at him: "You are so funny? Don't you worship the Bodhisattva when you pass by? It's not someone else's home, this is a temple." Qin Mu's words still make some sense. The monk scratched his head with a smile, feeling quite embarrassed.

The threshold is still very high, about the way it looks like a person’s knees. This is still seen from the outside and deeper inside.

With Qin Mu's short legs, he almost didn't reach his position close to his thighs. Perhaps he didn't expect the floor inside to be so deep. Qin Mu was also shocked and almost fell into it directly.

The light inside was very dark, and the surrounding gray walls seemed to be done with cement. The temple emitted a strange and strange smell. Qin Mu sucked two mouthfuls, but he didn't feel that it was too annoying. After stepping in, just after he stood firm, the two dirty cushions were imprinted in front of him, and they were placed alone.

Looking up, it was a Buddha statue made of uncolored cement, which was gray. Qin Mu didn't know what he thought at that time, so he blurted out: "Uh... so ugly..."

"How can you say that Buddha is ugly?" A powerful voice sounded from the hall. Qin Mu was stunned for a moment, and there was no way to distinguish the direction of the sound. Moreover, the sudden sound of the sound shocked Qin Mu.

Shu Ran, who was behind him, also followed in, but when he looked at Qin Mu, he looked angry. He was suppressed by Qin Mu and even ridiculed Shu Ran was not angry. But after Qin Mu just said that, the guy got angry.

"How can you say that Buddha is ugly?" Shuran glared at him, his tone exactly the same as the one in the temple.

"Uh..." Qin Mu was stunned for a moment and had to explain: "I saw that the Buddhas in other attractions were all golden. This one was too shoddy. It was not even painted, and it was bare..."

Qin Mu's voice became smaller and smaller, because the monk did not follow this explanation at all, and he didn't even look at Qin Mu, and knelt on the dirty cushion and bowed devoutly.

"Uh..." Qin Mu stood behind the monk, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Come on." The monk knelt down and shouted at Qin Mu.

In fact, Qin Mu's legs, except for his parents, Chonghua, and Wu Zhu's ancestor, he had never kneeled down to worship Buddha or Taoist ancestors, but the monk looked indignant, as if Qin Mu had done something big wrong.

Qin Mu thought for a while and kept looking at the monk during this period. In the end, he couldn't resist the monk's eyes. He thought that it shouldn't be a big problem just to kneel down and bow down. And if the monk did not get angry with him in this way, it seemed good.

He couldn't help but walk towards the cushion, and the sound in the hall sounded again: "No need, let the source of all things kneel down, I don't have this ability yet."

Qin Mu was stunned. It was a bit embarrassed to be said like this. Besides, in the eyes of monks, there was something wrong with Qin Mu's words just now. After touching his nose, Qin Mu said embarrassedly: "It's my fault, I deserve to bow to you."

As he said this, he knelt down devoutly. After doing all this, Shu Ran around him smiled.

Qin Mu didn't think anything was wrong. After all, this was someone else's territory, and he was indeed abrupt. When he knelt down, Qin Mu's heart was blank and he seemed to think of nothing.

At this time, Qin Mu began to look for the sound in the hall. Because the entire temple was very, very dark and the light was insufficient. After squinting his eyes and searching for a long time, he finally found an old monk with white hair and beard in the corner of the far left of the Buddha.

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Chapter completed!