Bai Su nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay." He clapped his hands and turned around as if he had completed some task, "Where to go next?"

An Xiangwen was still shocked by Bai Su's almost jumping-faced question. He quickly glanced at the monk to confirm that he was not angry, and quickly led Bai Su away from the area.

Wei Wenxue, who followed closely behind, bowed to the monk, took the remaining unlit incense, and ran away.

The open platform in front of the Main Hall was very large. Bypassing the incense burner and tripod where incense had just been burned, they quickly arrived at the left half.

The same layout, there are still many tourists scattered around.

When An Xiangwen saw that he could no longer see the monk in front of him, he took a breath and said, "I'm scared to death. I always feel that Brother Bai, if you keep talking, you're going to end up in a human minefield."

Bai Su doesn't understand why humans are so nervous.

He opened his eyes and asked: "Did I do something?"

An Xiangwen choked up and explained: "This is the territory of the temple after all... An expression like the broken incense is generally disrespectful to the faith, or there is a disaster." Watching Baisu offer incense for the first time.

The action is very close to the first possibility!

After hearing this, Bai Su moved his wrist: "They shouldn't be able to beat me."

Wei Wenxue complained: "Mr. Bai, this is not a question of whether you can beat or not... In a place like a temple, you should be more gregarious."

Seeing the black-haired young man looking at her, the flaxen-haired girl could only say one more sentence: "Particularly devout believers will be very unreasonable when they are angry."

Bai Su tilted his head: "Miss Wei said it as if she had experienced it."

Unexpectedly, the topic suddenly turned to herself. Wei Wenxue coughed twice and quickly explained: "Society... I went to the community during my social internship, and I happened to meet him. I guess... there is a grandma who must be there.

Incense was burned in the community, but other residents disagreed, so they started to quarrel."

"Is that so?" Bai Su drawled.

Wei Wenxue's gray-black eyes widened and then tightened. She tightened her grip on the handle of the box and pressed back with the soles of her feet, ready to step back if anything went wrong.

She really wondered if the black-haired young man knew something. She felt that ever since lunch, the other man's eyes on her had a strange color.

However, Bai Su didn't say anything: "Thank you, Miss Wei, for reminding me."

He let go of the flaxen-haired girl who seemed a little uneasy because of his drawn-out tone.

He took the map from An Xiangwen at the entrance of the mountain gate, looked down at it for a while, then pointed to a certain place and said: "This way, I read it online and said that you must participate in the blessings here.

, I will pass by and ask for a signature first, you can also go and ask for it."

"What do you think, Miss Wei?"

"Go...go."

The superficial harmony was once again maintained.

……

When I searched for this temple on the Internet, I could only find a lot of praise, saying it was efficacious and useful, and there were very few negative reviews.

After entering Fuzhao Temple, I found that the structure all the way to the Main Hall is quite regular. There are halls and small towers, and all the monks are in good order.

The three of them did not go into the Main Hall to see the Buddha. They just glanced at the most eye-catching golden statue in the middle from the outside.

It is still not a common Buddha appearance, but it is the characteristic of Fuzhao Temple.

However, all the tourists believed it, and few had objections.

An Xiangwen: "Speaking of which, what about those devout believers I saw while climbing the mountain?"

Wei Wenxue: "What?"

An Xiangwen: "When we were at the observation deck, Brother Bai and I said that they were so tired that they couldn't stop, and that they were working too hard, and who knew they were being stared at..."

Wei Wenxue: "...With all due respect, Mr. An, you are no better than Mr. Bai, are you??"

An Xiangwen: "Stop scolding, stop scolding, the person who changed his tune will leave! But isn't the temple so big... Why don't you see anyone?"

Bai Su: "Go to the back."

An Xiangwen: "What?"

Bai Su raised his head from the position of holding a notebook to record, and pointed toward the back of the side hall: "Over there, behind."

An Xiangwen looked over with confusion. He couldn't see clearly from across the main hall: "Brother Bai, did you see it?"

Bai Su neither affirmed nor denied, he picked up the pen and continued writing on the paper.

An Xiangwen didn't get a reply, so he hung his head and leaned over to take a look curiously, but he didn't get too close, and even stood on tiptoe to further distance himself.

Consecrate statues...build...divide the levels of believers...

Because of the distance, An Xiangwen caught a glimpse of the fragment of words, which made him shrink his neck and stood back to his original position without saying a word.

Alas, Brother Bai actually...

The curly-haired young man pinched his chin, with a sad expression on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking about. His trance made Wei Wenxue look here twice.

Wei Wenxue: What's wrong with these two men?

Bai Su was writing, An Xiangwen was in a daze, and they had been standing at the place asking for signatures for a while. Now it was their turn. If they didn't move, the people in the queue behind would probably have opinions.

There was no other way, so the girl with flaxen hair had no choice but to step forward, take out the money for three people from her pocket, and slap it on the table.

She will definitely be reimbursed when she goes back, absolutely!

Wei Wenxue puffed up her face and said: "Please sign, for three people."

The originally impatient monk's complexion improved, he quickly accepted the money and asked: "What do you ask?"

Wei Wenxue herself asked about fortune, but the others still looked back at the two people behind them.

An Xiangwen pulled away from his thoughts, thought for a while, and said, "Ask about work. I still have to find a job when I go back... Hey, isn't what Miss Wei asked about work?"

Wei Wenxue hesitated for a moment and said that she would think about work when she prayed for blessings later, and that wealth included work.

On the other side, Bai Su finally finished writing his notes, stuffed the notebook into his bag, and replied: "Ask about your fortune in the past two days."

Wei Wenxue's lottery was a winning lottery, and An Xiangwen's lottery was a winning lottery. Although they are not the best, they are both acceptable.

On the contrary, Bai Su frowned as he looked at the signature at the end of the signature.

Sign it...it's interesting.

What kind of situation he encounters can be called a lucky draw?

When the monk next to him saw that there was an opportunity to do business, he waved to them in an inscrutable manner: "Donor, do you need to unravel the signature? I can tell you how to turn bad luck into good luck."<

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Facing the invitation from the human monk, Bai Su turned his wrist and signed for it.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "No need, I think I can solve it myself."

Seeing that he couldn't make any money, the monk immediately leaned back in his chair and fell asleep again, looking very snobbish.

There are many such monks in temples,

The three of them left the place where they asked for the signature. An Xiangwen comforted him and said, "It's okay, Brother Bai. This kind of signature is generally a psychological effect."

"Really?" Bai Su's light voice came from the front, "But I think the worst case scenario will really happen."
Chapter completed!