Bai Fan stood up without saying a word, and Wang Ran followed him. The two got off the bus one after the other.

Bai Fan still had no intention of speaking.

Wang Ran thought that this was not a solution. He flipped through his memories, then smiled and approached Bai Fan: "I heard that Yong'an Temple was built by the great monk Yong'an in the Tang Dynasty, and it has been famous for its efficacy in all dynasties."

The owner of this body had been to Yong'an Temple before, and had some knowledge about it in his memory.

At this time, Bai Fan stopped and looked in the direction of Yong'an Temple.

Wang Ran looked forward

and saw many people queuing at the gate of Yong'an Temple.

The pagoda was solemn and the pure land was quiet.

Yong'an Temple is famous, and tourists from all over the country come to visit every day. In order to protect the buildings and landscapes inside Yong'an Temple, the temple has limited the number of visitors at the same time.

One person out, one person in.

Although it is morning now, there is already a long queue in front of the door. If they queue up honestly, I am afraid they will queue until noon.

I think Bai Fan is reluctant to queue.

After all, Bai Fan is not a devout Buddhist believer. He just heard that Yong'an Temple is effective, so he came to ask for roots.

He might give up if he hesitated for a while.

Wang Ran's eyes turned: "This year, there are many more people coming to Yong'an Temple to worship Buddha than last year. I know a small path without queuing, which can save a lot of time."

Bai Fan snorted lightly: "You know a lot."

He was finally willing to speak.

Wang Ran smiled and said, "Follow me!"

Wang Ran led Bai Fan to the east side of Yong'an Temple.

"Living people sacrifice?"

Bai Fan saw a line of gold-painted characters printed on the outer wall of the temple and couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

"The temple also offers living people for sacrifice?"

Wang Ran's ears moved slightly.

Also?

What does that mean?

Did the Apostles of Doom offer living people for sacrifice?

While thinking, he reminded Bai Fan, "You read it the wrong way. This line of words should be read from right to left!"

"Oh - offer life?" Bai Fan suddenly realized, "I said, it's the 21st century now, offering living people for sacrifice is too out of date!"

Obviously, Bai Fan is against offering living people for sacrifice.

If the Apostles of Doom offer living people for sacrifice, this must be one of the reasons why Bai Fan betrayed the Apostles of Doom.

Bai Fan asked, "Where is the path you mentioned?"

Wang Ran smiled timidly, "It's right in front of us!"

Bai Fan looked at the vermilion courtyard wall in front of him blankly.

He wondered, "Are we there?"

Isn't this a wall?

Wang Ran smiled and said, "There is no one inside or outside the wall. We don't have to queue up if we climb over here."

Bai Fan took a deep breath, "Is this the path you mentioned that doesn't require queuing?"

Wang Ran replied as a matter of course, "Yes! No need to queue up!"

Bai Fan glared, "But where is the road?"

Wang Ran replied calmly, "There was no road in the world, but when more people walked on it, it became a road! If you can pass it, it's a road, right? You won't be unable to climb over it, right?"

Bai Fan said angrily, "Who said I can't climb over it?"

Wang Ran asked back, "Then what else are you dissatisfied with?" No

need to queue up√Road√Aren't

these

all there?

Bai Fan said in a deep voice, "Aren't you afraid that the Buddha will blame you?"

Wang Ran asked back, "How do you know this is not the Buddha's arrangement?"

After that, he jumped up and clawed at the courtyard wall.

"Stop dawdling!"

He held up his hands and sat on the wall gracefully, then leaned back and fell into the wall, quickly disappearing from Bai Fan's sight.

Bai Fan said anxiously: "Hey! Wait for me!"

The plaque of Yong'an Temple was handwritten by Liu Zongyuan, one of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties. It was repaired by monks of all generations and was gilded by royal decree in the Ming Dynasty. It has a market valuation of 30 million RMB.

Behind the plaque is a magnificent square square.

In the center of the square stands an incense burner made of 9 tons of white copper. Visitors are willing to buy a stick of incense to offer to the burner, so the smell of incense lingers in the air for days.

When you walk past the incense burner and look up, you can see the magnificent Yong'an Golden Buddha Pagoda. The pagoda houses 686 Buddha statues and countless treasures. Visitors are usually prohibited from entering.

"I'm so excited! This temple is too luxurious!" Bai Fan was amazed by the scene in front of him, "Even the roof of the temple is gold-plated?"

So far, every hall they have passed by has been shining with golden light.

Wang Ran agreed: "The rich are inhumane!"

Yong'an Temple has received incense and offerings from Buddhists of all generations. The total value of all the objects in the temple is more than 2 billion. It is said that there are rare relics hidden in the golden pagoda, which is even more priceless!

But what's the use?

Wang Ran murmured: "The incense burner can't fulfill wishes, and the Buddha statue can't solve suffering. Faith is just an empty spiritual sustenance."

When the end of the world came, how many people did this thousand-year-old temple shelter?

None!

The army carrying out the rescue operation didn't even go in the direction of Yong'an Temple, because no one survived here. From the abbot to the believers, all died tragically without exception.

Bai Fan looked at Wang Ran in surprise.

A monk in gray came towards Wang Ran and said, "All living beings suffer, Buddha and I suffer the same. If we want to seek bliss, we can only save ourselves."

Wang Ran bowed his head and said, "No offense."

The monk put his hands together and said, "No problem!"

Bai Fan asked, "Where can we go to get a fortune?"

The monk smiled peacefully.

"Please follow me."

The monk led Wang Ran and Bai Fan to a side hall, where many people gathered to get a fortune. Outside the hall was a huge transparent merit box.

The monk introduced, "It's free to get a fortune and interpret it. If you are willing, you can donate some incense, no matter how much you donate."

He turned around and took out a fortune stick tube.

"Who's going first?"

Wang Ran looked at Bai Fan.

Bai Fan held out his hand: "I'll go first!"

The monk shook the fortune stick box gently a few times, and said in a gentle tone: "Take a fortune stick based on your intuition, don't think."

Bai Fan nodded.

He took out a fortune stick, and there were four lines of small characters on it.

The bad times met with peace,

the well water in the gate was clear,

the prosperity was like the sun and the moon,

and Yelang met the literary star.

Bai Fan stared at the fortune stick again and again, he seemed to have thought of something, and after a few seconds he handed the fortune stick to the monk: "Master, please interpret the fortune stick for me."

The monk took the fortune stick and looked at it: "What do you want to ask?"

Bai Fan thought: "I want to do something, this thing is a bit dangerous, I want to ask if this thing can be done."

Wang Ran looked up at the monk.

The monk held up the fortune stick and pondered: "I have been wandering around the world for several years, but I have no fame and fortune and am trapped on the road."

Bai Fan's face darkened.

Although he didn't know how to interpret the divination,

these two sentences were obviously not good words. The monk   changed

the subject: "Today I met a powerful official, and the imperial capital is full of spring!" Bai Fan asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"   "The thing you want to do will be blocked at the beginning, and you may not be able to move forward, which will make you want to give up halfway." The monk said seriously, "But you should use your wisdom and stick to it. When you get help from a noble, you will succeed!"   Wang Ran's eyelids twitched wildly.   Bai Fan looked confused: "Noble help?" "   Today I met a powerful official, and the donor should think carefully about whether you have met any special person in the past two days?" The monk said softly, "He may be your noble."   Special person   Bai Fan thought for two seconds and turned to look at Wang Ran.