The next day.

The crowd left early, but arrived at Fuyuan Temple at the beginning of the day.

At this moment, there were not many pilgrims burning incense, so as soon as the crowd entered, the monk responsible for handing incense noticed them.

"I wonder how many of them are..." The monk stepped forward and tried to ask what King Han and his group were doing.

The appearance of these people is not here to burn incense at first glance.

I don't know what... it's for?

"We have been here a few days ago and have encountered some trouble in the temple." Seeing the monk gradually reacting, King Han said again, "I came today to continue to ask the abbot for advice on what happened that day. I wonder if the abbot is free now?"

"The abbot was chanting scriptures in the backyard, and asked several donors to wait for a while before I could come in and report it." After that, the monk put his hands together and hurriedly reported.

While waiting, Cen Yuwei simply donated some money for incense and oil, and then asked another monk to come and pray to the Bodhisattva.

People who stay at the border for many years and lick blood on the tip of a knife always have this habit. When they step into the temple, they will worship Bodhisattvas and ask for peace in the next life for their deceased brothers.

This is a kind of beautiful expectation.

Entering the temple to worship the Bodhisattva was not a special act, so King Han and others did not take this matter to heart. Cen Yuwei himself did not think that this was a big deal.

But when she inserted the incense, the monk next to her suddenly brought her a peace talisman.

"Is this..." Cen Yuwei took the peace talisman in confusion.

"This is a gift from our temple to the pilgrims." The monk clasped his hands together and explained slowly, "It is a good idea for pilgrims to donate money for incense and oil. As monks in the temple, we should thank the Bodhisattva for this kind of goodness.

"Only, we have nothing to do, so we can only give back to the peace talisman that has recited the scriptures."

"So that's it." Cen Yuwei gave a tribute slightly and said, "I would like to thank you for your return gift."

"Don't be polite to donor."

After thanking the monk, Cen Yuwei planned to put the Ping'an Fu in place.

But before she could take out her purse, Yun Mohan, who had been following her like a small tail, came first: "Vivi, I have such a peace talisman, too."

"Hmm?" Cen Yuwei stopped and asked in a low voice, "Did you remember something?"

"No." Yun Mohan shook his head honestly, "I don't remember anything at all about this place. I probably can't remember anything for the time being. I just know that I also have such a peace talisman, which fell when I went back to change my clothes that day."

Upon hearing this, Cen Yuwei couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

The day I went back, I changed my clothes and left a peace talisman, which could only prove that he had been to Fuyuan Temple, and nothing else could be proved.

"Vivi, don't worry, I will try my best to think about it." Seeing Cen Yuwei's loss, Yun Mohan immediately held her hand and promised her, "I won't let Vivi down."

Seeing his extremely serious and cute appearance, Cen Yuwei's little disappointment was immediately wiped out.

"It's okay, I know that it's not urgent to investigate the case." Cen Yuwei curled her lips and smiled back, "We still have many opportunities, come slowly."

As she said that, she wanted to pull Yun Mohan back to the King of Han, but as soon as she took a step, she suddenly thought of a question from the King of Han who was waiting for him - both of them should be very anxious when they came here that day, right? Will they be in the mood to worship the Bodhisattva first?

Logically speaking, the current look of King Han is the secretly anxious, right?
Chapter completed!