Qingdu.

In front of the Ping'an Temple.

Yi Lin went to buy tickets honestly.

Anyway, money is not made by yourself.

Don't feel sorry.

But Miaomiao, Juer and Butter three people refused to go in.

They said in unison that the evil spirit in the Buddhist temple is very strong and unlucky.

The reactions of the three of them were not beyond Yi Lin's expectations...

After staying in Beijuluzhou for so many years, he didn't know the habits of the demon clan.

It can be said to be a mortal enemy of Buddhism and is born.

But Xuanci's reaction surprised Yi Lin a little.

"Buy one for me."

Xuanci calmly reached out to Yi Lin and asked for tickets to visit.

Yi Lin glanced at Xuan Ci in surprise, and without asking any more questions, he handed over the ticket; at the same time, he took off the chrysanthemum bracelet and let Miaomiao bite it in his mouth.

After letting the two wet nurses have fun while having a cool time, Yi Lin took Xuan Ci, obeyed the rules, and lined up to enter Ping'an Temple.

After a hundred years, Peachian Temple has become a famous tourist attraction.

But what made this Ping'an Temple famous was not because the legend of the past was passed down, but simply because this temple was old enough.

It is said that this Ping'an Temple has a history of nearly a thousand years. It has been shaking, dynasties, natural disasters and wars, and has remained firm.

This "ancient" alone gives people enough reason to enjoy the so-called "blessing".

Among the tourist crowd, Yi Lin accidentally met several exotic young women she had met on the boat.

However, Yi Lin has now changed back to her original appearance, and they have not recognized Yi Lin for a while.

...

In the courtyard, the incense is flourishing and guests are endless.

Xuanci asked Yi Lin for some pocket money, went to the incense sale site, bought three incense sticks, lined up to the huge incense burner, and quietly burned the incense.

"You wait for me here, and I'll go back."

Yi Lin was worried at first that Xuan Ci's identity would be recognized, so she stayed there for a while. But until Xuan Ci finished sing incense, no Buddhist disciples who came and went back and forth could recognize Xuan Ci's true life, so she felt relieved.

Ping'an Temple covers a large area, and many large and small Zen halls are connected by antique corridors.

A hundred years ago, Yi Lin came here.

However, in the past century, after several renovations, the inner structure of Ping'an Temple has changed a lot.

But it doesn't matter. Yi Lin closed her eyes, let go of her perception, and soon found her destination.

"Um?"

When Yi Lin released his perception, he couldn't help frowning and looked down at the cleanly trimmed lawn on the ground.

After a moment, Yi Lin smiled slightly: "I didn't expect...well, treat each other with courtesy."

...

Ten minutes later.

Yi Lin came to the deepest meditation hall in the Peachan Temple.

"Tu tuk"

The Zen hall is still made of the oldest paper windows and sandalwood door structure.

From the crack of the door, a smell of sandalwood scent, drifted into Yi Lin's nose.

The "sandalwood" burned by Buddhism has always been blessed by the Buddhist teachings of eminent monks and has the effect of restraining evil spirits, monsters, monsters and monsters.

It has a calming effect on ordinary humans.

Therefore, when the Buddhist sandalwood smells in the nose of the demon clan, it is not the same smell. This is what Miaomiao, Juer and butter call it "evil energy".

However, Yilin's bloodline is a little special.

He is not a traditional monster.

His bloodline is not even from this world.

Yi Lin didn't feel any discomfort, but instead felt relaxed and calm inside.

Demons and demons cannot be generalized.

"Ahem."

This place is not open to tourists.

But Yi Lin came anyway.

The process is not important.

He coughed lightly and knocked on the door with his fingers.

"Taiyi, I want to see the master."

Yi Lin took the initiative to report his name.

He even reported the identity of the demon clan on his own initiative.

At this point, he felt that there was no need to hide it. He was open and upright and upright.

When Yi Lin opened her mouth, a sound that was old and not too fluctuating came from it.

"Please come in by the donor Taiyi."

"That would be offended."

Yi Lin pushed the door open and entered.

In the empty meditation hall, there is a mottled Buddha statue.

The material of the Buddha statue is the simplest bronze.

There are rust on the Buddha statue, and the traces of the changes of time can be seen.

An old monk with a long white beard was sitting cross-legged on the futon. In front of him, there was a dark red wooden fish.

"Come uninvited, I hope the master will forgive me."

"The donor comes with questions. Since that's the case, all those who come are guests."

The old monk opened his eyes, and there was a turbid gray color in his eyes.

Yi Lin took off her hat, shook it casually, and the hat floated outside the door and hung it on the treetops.

"Master Chunhan?"

"It's me."

"I want to find someone."

"Please say, donor."

"Can't the master guess?"

"Who dares to speak out in the world? I am just a mundane monk, dare not make any guesses."

"I'll look for Junzhen."

"Sure enough." Chunhan stood up, turned around and walked to the row of candlesticks in front of the Buddha statue, and twisted them gently under the ninth candlestick.

Rumble.

The wall shook, and the wall behind the portrait of a glaring arhat was hanged, moving backwards, revealing a secret door.

Master Chunhan stood by the door, folded his hands together: "What the donor looked for is inside."

This expression has a bit of "please get into the trap".

Yilin frowned: "It's not him inside."

Chun Han smiled slightly: "Taiyi donor, what you are looking for is not Senior Brother Chunzhen."

"Oh? Please don't play riddles, thank you." Yi Lin clasped her hands together, very polite.

“What the donor asks for is the ‘answer’.”

Yi Lin was stunned, then chuckled: "Okay, I understand."

...

Behind the door is a step down.

Lighted candles on both sides.
To be continued...