Moduoye didn't feel much tired after a day and night of driving, and Daoran, the passenger, naturally didn't feel tired either.

Daoran was ready to finish the remaining few miles in one go.

It's just that Daoran had forgotten how terrifying a four-armed giant with skin as black as carbon and hair like fire was to a mortal.

When Moduoye walked to the official road outside Hangzhou City, the sparse pedestrians and carriages on the road suddenly became busy.

Passers-by either ran wildly or were so frightened that their legs weakened. Riders and riders could only use their best efforts to control their frightened mounts. The flow of people that was originally relatively orderly was like an ant nest that had been stepped on, quickly disintegrating and overflowing.

Daoran also understood that he had done something stupid, just thinking about saving trouble for himself, and accidentally scared others.

"Amitabha, you don't need to panic, this is the Buddhist protector Yaksha."

Daoran integrated his magic power into his voice, and his voice was not hoarse, but it still reached everyone's ears clearly.

Hearing Dao Ran's words in fear was like grabbing a life-saving straw when drowning. Everyone looked in the direction of Dao Ran.

I saw a young monk who was so handsome that he seemed to be able to shine, standing on the shoulders of this terrifying giant.

The solemn effect of the treasure phase was activated, and everyone who saw Daoran instantly felt that his mood was much calmer. There were even many weak-minded mortals who knelt down on their knees and chanted "My Buddha is compassionate" and "I am compassionate" in their mouths.

Save suffering and save suffering, Guanyin Bodhisattva."

Daoran sighed and said to Moduoye: "Thank you for your hard work, just send it here."

"Respect the law and decree."

Moduoye turned into a ball of black smoke and dissipated, and Daoran landed lightly on the ground, looking at the shocked passers-by.

"I'm really sorry. I was on my way, little monk, and I didn't expect to disturb you all." Daoran said sincerely.

Even the system admitted that this was true.

In the two lifetimes before and after, Dao Ran was not the kind of arrogant and domineering person who bullied others. His moral bottom line was a little higher than that of ordinary people. Otherwise, he would not have tried every means to eliminate demons in Lanruo Temple.

If he didn't want to be a monk and want the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns, he would actually be quite suitable for Daoran.

Now that his mistake has harmed others, Daoran naturally feels guilty.

Dao Ran proclaimed the name of Amitabha Buddha along the way, helped passers-by who were kneeling on the ground by him, straightened the overturned carriage, and comforted the frightened horses by Dao Ran chanting sutras. Dao Ran took out the gold and silver from the big basket.

, given to someone who was accidentally injured as an apology.

Daoran's apology was full of sincerity, coupled with the solemn effect of the treasure, soon no one cared about the shock just now, but was full of respect for Daoran, the young monk.

That was a high-ranking monk who could drive the Buddhist guardian Yaksha to condescend to apologize to a bunch of mud-legged people, help people up without avoiding the dust and dirt, and give them a lot of gold and silver.

Although most of the gold and silver were melted into a ball, it didn't matter. Daoran broke off a little bit and it turned into pieces of gold and silver.

This kind of terrifying power made some greedy passers-by put away their bad thoughts. Although gold and silver are soft, with the strength they show, it is not difficult to open a skull with just an inch of strength.

With ability, good looks, and a compassionate heart, this monk... No, this holy monk is simply a living Bodhisattva.

When you are a monk, especially a monk with magical power, you will naturally be regarded as a living Buddha.

Although Daoran doesn't like the worship of passers-by, he gradually gets used to it. And there is another advantage of being a holy monk, that is, many people will ask you for blessings.

Daoran must have chosen nice things to say, and gave away all kinds of blessings for free. He also gained a lot of skill points such as barbecue, knife skills, seasoning, and dough making. Although Daoran did not plan to be a cook,

As long as you can occasionally brush up the spell-holding attribute, you will make a profit.

Passers-by saw that this holy monk was so talkative, and their favorable impressions rose even more. At first they just watched from a distance, but later they turned into cheering and crowding around Daoran as he walked towards Hangzhou City.

Such excitement was so great that when we arrived at the gate of Hangzhou City, the soldiers guarding the gate almost thought it was thieves attacking the city.

The soldiers who were still used to scraping oil and water at first heard that Daoran was a holy monk from Jinshan Temple. Not only did they not create any difficulties, but they sent him into the city respectfully.

This is certainly because Jinshan Temple is well-known, but the more reason is that Daoran is surrounded by devout believers. If he dares to ask for money, he is afraid of causing public outrage.

After successfully entering the city, the excitement around Daoran slowly dissipated.

They are all ordinary people, and they don't have much free time to run around with this holy monk. After getting a little bit of Buddhist immortality, they have to return to their original lives.

However, after I go back, I still have to tell others about today's adventure, the four-armed guardian Yaksha, and the handsome young holy monk who emerged from the world. This will be the most magical experience in most people's lives.

After bidding farewell to the last common people who were following him, Daoran breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling clean.

Looking at the crowds of people coming and going on the road, Hangzhou is indeed a city that is known as heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below. It is indeed a bustling city with a large population.

Daoran touched the autograph written by Fahai inside the monk's robe. This was to be delivered to Lingyin Temple. Should he go directly to deliver the letter, or should he wait in the city first and wait until Nie Zhengyan took office before inviting the magistrate?

What about referrals?

Daoran has already read the content of the letter.

It was given to the abbot of Lingyin Temple by Fahai, hoping that Daoran could become a disciple of the abbot, Monk Daoji, and practice in Lingyin Temple for a period of time.

Although it is said that his family does not pay attention to so many secular etiquette, Daoran is very clear about the status of the abbot's disciples in Buddhism.

As an outsider, he suddenly became the abbot's disciple. Even if Monk Daoji doesn't mind, it doesn't mean that other monks have no ideas. If a monk with evil intentions wants to cause trouble for Dao Ran, even if Dao Ran is not afraid of trouble, he doesn't want to let it go.

Get into trouble for no reason.

Even if Buddhism is a pure place, if you cannot become a Buddha in one day, you will not be able to escape the suffering of greed, anger, and ignorance.

Therefore, Daoran planned to wait a few days for Nie Zhengyan to arrive in Hangzhou.

By then, with Fahai's personal letter, the prefect's letter of recommendation, and the gold and silver dug out of Lanruo Temple as sesame oil money, there should be no objections to Daoran's visit to Lingyin Temple.

When the time comes, even if I break the sexual and sexual precepts a little bit, Lingyin Temple will probably turn a blind eye, right?

After the plan was approved, Daoran started wandering around the city.

Carrying a pile of gold and silver jewelry on his back, Daoran is not afraid that he will not be able to find a place to stay. Taking advantage of his free time, he will take a walk around Hangzhou. Maybe he will meet the man walking across the bridge with an umbrella.

Where's the white lady?

Not far away, Daoran smelled a scent.

Daoran took a deep breath and showed an expression of enjoyment.

It tastes like meat!

Turning around and looking over, there happened to be a steamed bun shop on the side of the road, with steaming big white steamed buns placed in a steamer.

Daoran couldn't help but swallowed his saliva. He had been observing the abstinence from eating meat for fifteen years. Wouldn't he be able to soar in a single bite today?
Chapter completed!