Although he had the secret book and knew the answer, Li Xiuzhu was not in a hurry to practice.

This is halfway up the mountain, and there are steps everywhere. He is not a martial arts genius who can avoid making mistakes. If he doesn't take this step properly, he will be sent away.

Li Xiuzhu figured out the secret of Duan Yu's cultivation of Bei Ming and did not stop there.

At this time, an incense stick of time had passed and the three women had already disappeared on the steps.

When they arrived at the mountain gate, Li Xiuzhu smiled.

I thought the mountain gate was also magnificent, but I didn't expect it to be just a red brick, green tile and sandalwood door.

That's right. If even the mountain gate was painted with gold powder, then if he was a thief, he would definitely come here every night to scrape off two kilograms of gold powder.

At this time, the mountain gate was wide open, and most of the people coming and going were pilgrims who came to burn incense. As soon as you entered the gate, you would see countless devout men and women worshipping.

"Does the donor want to donate incense?"

Donate incense? Do you think I look like a rich person?

Even if I have money, will I donate to you? The ladies in Shanglinyuan are still waiting for my help.

"My wife donated it, I came to pick her up."

So that's how it is. The bald little monk turned around and looked outside the gate, perfectly interpreting the word reality.

Li Xiuzhu didn't care and continued walking forward. He didn't queue up either, and the group of believers looked at each other in surprise.

But when everyone looks at Li Xiuzhu's empty hands, they know that Li Xiuzhu is not here to worship gods.

Looking for someone? Discussing a ritual? But at least he should burn some incense.

Young people really don’t know the rules.

Li Xiuzhu walked about a few dozen meters and finally saw the three women in front of the main hall, but he did not go up to them and stood aside.

Seeing this, most people understand that this is to accompany others.

Well, it looks like he might be a young master.

Everyone stopped paying attention and the three women walked into the hall.

Li Xiuzhu was watching from outside and couldn't help but feel emotional.

From his angle, he could already see inside the hall. The golden statues were particularly eye-catching. They didn't look like they were made of gold powder, but rather gold-plated.

My goodness, he was sure that even if all the assets of the Fu family were exchanged, they would not be as rich as one-tenth of the Daxiangguo Temple.

I'm afraid the only place that can compare to it is the imperial palace in Shangjing City.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded.

"Don't you believe in my Buddha?"

Li Xiuzhu was startled when he heard this and looked to the side.

At this time, an old monk with white eyebrows was standing next to him, less than 10 centimeters away from him.

When? Li Xiuzhu frowned slightly, and immediately realized that this old monk was not simple.

Although he has no martial arts skills, he suffers from paranoia and subconsciously distances himself from people he doesn't know.

Over time, he developed a certain instinctive sixth sense.

It may sound mysterious, but most people with social phobia are like this.

Although he doesn't reach the level of social phobia, he still has some feeling.

But he didn't notice the old monk approaching. Did the old monk block his sixth sense? "Don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions."

"Well, Master, you misunderstood. I can't say whether I believe in your Buddha or not."

"Oh? What do you mean by that, sir?"

Li Xiuzhu thought for a moment and said, "I believe they existed, but I think they may be pioneers like the sages of the Hundred Schools of Thought. Although they are saints, they are still human beings."

"They teach people some easy ways to live, or give faith to some unfortunate people."

“This is a good thing and should be promoted…”

The old monk was enjoying what he heard, and then nothing happened.

For a while, the old monk was in a state of confusion and felt extremely uncomfortable.

"What else?"

"I can't tell you. I can't tell you. If I tell you, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave your Xiangguo Temple."

Upon hearing this, the old monk immediately said, "Don't worry, layman, just say it. Our Xiangguo Temple is an upright Buddhist temple, and we will never embarrass you just because of a few words."

"You have no say!"

??? I am the abbot, so I don’t have the final say? You little brat, you underestimate this old man.

The old monk was displeased when he heard this and asked in a deep voice, "I don't have the final say? Then who has the final say?"

Li Xiuzhu raised his chin as he looked at an old monk sweeping the floor not far away.

"he!"

Upon hearing this, the old monk looked in the direction Li Xiuzhu pointed and was stunned for a moment.

A sweeper? I am the abbot and my words don't count. You think a sweeper's words count? The gray-robed monk has no inner strength at all.

It was so ordinary that he was curious why Li Xiuzhu said so.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

At this moment, the sweeping monk stopped sweeping the floor, and his eyes, which had been calm, looked over with a hint of surprise.

Li Xiuzhu didn't expect that he could easily run into a pretentious criminal.

He looked at the clean yard behind the old man and confirmed his guess.

"Damn, I actually ran into a show-off. I wonder how powerful this sweeping monk is. Is he as powerful as Tianlong's sweeping monk?"

???Um?

Fu Yuehua, who was praying, paused when she heard this, but did not go out or look around.

I'm just curious why Li Xiuzhu suddenly came up with such an idea.

A pretentious criminal? A sweeping monk? A dragon?

It is already autumn and there is a cool breeze today, but there is not a single leaf in the yard that has been swept.

For this to happen, there must be a strong wind blowing through, blowing away all the leaves that are about to fall at once.

However, there was no strong wind from yesterday to today.

It's possible that the slight wind today blew away some fallen leaves, but it would never be so clean.

“I don’t know why the layman said that he has the final say?”

Li Xiuzhu smiled when he heard this, but did not expose the old monk who was sweeping the floor.

"Although you monks don't pay attention to age, you must pay attention to seniority. This old monk is so old, he must be older than you, so I said he has the final say."

So that's how it is. This does make sense.

At this time, a young monk passed by. The old monk stopped the young monk and said, "Ben Yin, you go and tell this donor whether what I said counts in this Xiangguo Temple or not."

The young monk named Ben Yin was stunned for a moment, then he said strangely: "The abbot is the head of Xiangguo Temple, so his words are counted in Xiangguo Temple."

The abbot of Xiangguo Temple? I didn't expect he was also a big shot?

The abbot waved his hand to let the young monk leave, and then continued: "Now, can you answer my question?"

Li Xiuzhu thought about it and decided that since people had said so, there was nothing wrong with answering.

"Can!"

"I think it's nonsense to ask you to do what they ask for."

"Let's not talk about whether you, the Buddha, still exist or not. How many people have requests every day? If the Buddha were to take care of everything, he would die of exhaustion sooner or later."

The old monk was not convinced by what he said, and just said calmly: "Buddha only saves those who are destined to be saved."

"Haha, what is a destined person? The word 'destined' is false, big and empty."

Seeing the old monk opening his mouth to say something, Li Xiuzhu continued to ask, "Are you a sincere believer of your Buddha?"

The old monk didn't understand, but still responded.

"yes!"

"Then how about you ask your Buddha to make me pregnant? If I can get pregnant, I will believe in your Buddha."

(End of this chapter)