Fuzhao Temple covers a large area.

Just like the restaurant owner at the lunch place said, they have taken over the entire mountain and built a temple.

After bypassing the side hall, Luohan Hall, etc. on the west side, a tall banyan tree appears in front of tourists.

Not the small ones, but the lush ones that have grown into a "forest of one tree".

Someone asked in confusion: "Aren't the plants usually planted in temples Bodhi trees, Ginkgo trees, etc...?"

Some people also replied: "Maybe it is easier to hang red cloth banners for blessing on such a big banyan tree. Look, aren't there a lot of them?"

There are so many, so many that when you look far away, they are all densely covered in red. When the wind blows, the red color moves with the wind. In the daytime, it actually looks quite beautiful, like red rain.

"...Are you sure?" Wei Wenxue asked with difficulty, "Mr. An, do you think this looks good?"

"Really?" An Xiangwen said thoughtfully, "Red and green are actually pretty good."

It’s too dense, it’s really too dense.

In Bai Su's eyes, the red cloth strips were so dense that they would tangle with each other if not careful. Some of them had even accumulated into one piece, forming a heavy weight that bent the banyan tree branches.

This makes the cloth strip closer to the ground, so people can rub it when passing underneath.

And he felt... the red strips of cloth had an unusual meaning.

Bai Su walked to the place where red cloth strips were sold, picked up a strip of cloth, twisted it on his fingertips and rubbed it carefully. Then he looked at the table aside that provided pens and inks for people to write on. Countless tourists had bought the strips of cloth and turned around.

He bent down and wrote down what he wanted on the table.

"Smells..." The black-haired young man's lips moved.

An Xiangwen, who bought a red piece of cloth and prepared to write down his expectations for finding a job after returning home, turned his head: "Brother Bai, did you just say something?"

Bai Su, who was being watched by others, covered his mouth as if he was yawning.

Then he put down his hand, and it seemed that nothing was missing: "I said the ink smells quite good."

An Xiangwen nodded in agreement: "Yes, there may be special ingredients. Brother Bai, don't you pray for blessings?"

"Pray for it." Bai Su bought two red cloth strips and lined up behind the people waiting to write.

An Xiangwen saw Baisu buying two and joked: "Did you write it for Sister Wang?"

Bai Su didn't expect that humans would want to go there, so he paused and responded: "Yes, Mu Ying asked me to pray for her grandma."

Baisu responded easily.

In fact, this happened. When Bai Su asked Wang Muying about her senior sister two days ago, the human girl told her about her grandma.

She said that if possible, please ask Baisu to help write one.

So, does he want to help?

Bai Su was thinking, and honestly speaking, he felt that human girls were all his fans, so why bother asking others.

But considering that she was the instigator of what happened to her grandma... How about helping me write it?

While thinking about it, An Xiangwen came to the queue. He finished writing what he wanted with a few strokes, and quickly gave up his seat to Bai Su.

"Brother Bai, I'm going to hang up first. We'll meet outside later!" The human said and ran away, blending in with the tourists.

Bai Su sighed lazily, then spread out a piece of red cloth and put the other piece into his pocket.

Anyway, the monks here will be done with it as soon as they are sold out, and they won’t particularly care whether you wrote it or took the red cloth strips to other places.

——Only the red cloth strips hung on the banyan tree of Fuzhao Temple with prayers written on them are effective.

Therefore, taking away the red cloth strips does not help, and may even attract bad things.

It's hard to say to ordinary humans, but Bai Su thinks that he might be able to get a takeaway meal later.

Bai Su stood in front of the table, held the brush, and leaned over slightly.

To be honest, he can't write calligraphy.

The original human being didn't know how to do it, and he had never learned it. It was almost enough for him to draw ghosts and talismans.

He pressed his fingertips twice on the penholder and rubbed the smooth surface. Bai Su confirmed something and raised his head slightly.

"Is the penholder made of that banyan tree?" he asked the monk sitting at the table.

The dozing monk woke up from his drowsiness when he heard the question. He touched his bald head and nodded: "Yes, you guessed it correctly."

The monk asked Baisu how he discovered it, but before Baisu could answer, he introduced himself to the pens and inks used in their temple. They were all homemade, and the materials used were also taken from the temple. They were different from

The outside world.

"The banyan tree used for the pen holder and the bristles are also animals raised in the temple." After the monk introduced it, before sitting back and dozing off, he gave Bai Su a suggestion, "It is best to write the inscription when writing a prayer, so that

Only then will it be more effective."

Seeing Bai Su looking at him, the monk explained: "This will make it easier for the Buddha to find you quickly."

Find..."you".

Bai Su doesn't think it would be a good thing to be found.

Seeing the monk sitting back and taking a deep sleep, the people in line behind him also urged him a little, so Bai Su picked up his pen.

As mentioned before, he is not good at calligraphy, and he has no specific wishes, but the postures were set, and Bai Su only wrote two strokes.

The hair of an unknown animal was stained with black ink, and the pen tip drew a zigzag line on the red cloth.

The people in line behind Bai Su were waiting a little impatiently. The male tourists stood on tiptoes, trying to use their height to peek at what Bai Su had written.

Just as the human's gaze passed over the black-haired young man's shoulder, he saw several strange symbols.

Just when the male tourist wanted to take a closer look, he saw the ink prints of those strange symbols moving. Suddenly, his vision went dark and his ears buzzed.

After finishing writing, Bai Su folded the red cloth strip. As soon as he stood up straight, he heard a noise from the people lining up behind him.

He turned around and saw that the eyes of the male tourist lined up behind him were dull, his mouth opened and closed mechanically, and he fell backwards stiffly, even crushing him.

"...Hurry, someone has fainted here!"

The tourists at the rear hurriedly pulled out the innocent people who were pinned down. As for the male tourist who was obviously unconscious, monks soon gathered to check the situation.

They laid the male tourist flat, opened his eyelids, pinched his cheeks, and even listened to his heartbeat.

All vital signs are normal, but the male tourist seems to be possessed, confused and unresponsive no matter how others shout.

Not long after, the male tourist’s companion squeezed through the crowd and followed the monk’s efforts for a while, but was unable to wake up the male tourist.

The monk had no choice but to say: "Then you and I can carry him to the living quarters at the back, and I'll ask the abbot what to do."

The monk said that the abbot might have a way to solve the nightmare. If it didn't work, he would send him down the mountain.

The male tourist’s companion repeatedly said yes, and several people worked together to carry the male tourist away.

When they walked away, Baisu heard humans whispering.

"It's great that they can actually meet the abbot of Fuzhao Temple like this."

Bai Su glanced at the speaker.
Chapter completed!