Chen Jing played with Qianlong Tongbao in his hand twice, and he was still a little amused and crying.

Speaking of which, he has never gained much after using the mysterious intuitions during this period. Today he finally gained something. If he were in other places, Chen Jing would definitely be quite happy.

But at this moment, on this mist mountain where there may be green, as long as the mysterious intuition is not found, it basically means that there is no harvest.

What's more, the value of this carving mother is indeed dispensable to Chen Jing today.

The Qianlong Tongbao Diaomu on the market is indeed rare, but it is worth only 10,000 or 20,000 yuan at the most.

"Forget it, keep it for warding off evil spirits." Chen Jing shook his head and carefully put away his mother Diao.

In folk legends, there is really a legend that Qianlong Tongbao can drive away disasters and evil spirits. The sixty years of Emperor Qianlong's reign in the Qing Dynasty can barely be regarded as the so-called prosperity of the feudal dynasty. At least in the first half of the period, it is also the last prosperity of the feudal dynasty in thousands of years.

It is precisely because of this that it has been widely rumored among the people that wearing Qianlong Tongbao copper coins can drive away disasters and evil spirits.

It is worth mentioning that with Chen Jing's current identification vision, he can no longer identify this Qianlong Tongbao Mother without using the treasure appraisal eyes.

After finding a small gain, Chen Jing looked around on the misty mountain again, and before he knew it, he walked to the Great Buddha Temple, which was quite effective in asking for a signature.

It was actually still early this time, but there were many people queuing up to buy tickets at this Big Buddha Temple.

Chen Jing walked in and took a look. The Big Buddha Temple is not small, and the overall architectural style is very ancient. Behind the strong temple gate are bluestone steps slanted upwards, reaching the uppermost Daxiong Temple.

"There are no clues left and right. Please sign to see if you can find it?"

Chen Jing chuckled and simply ran over to buy tickets, preparing to go in and ask for a sign to see how lucky he would be to come to Wushan to find Jielu this time. It would be nice to have psychological comfort without asking for anything else.

Not long after, Chen Jing entered the temple, and the smell of incense and candles that could be smelled between his nose became stronger. There were two devout believers on the bluestone steps, clasped their hands together and raised them above their heads, one stone steps and the other kowtowed up.

People’s beliefs are hard to describe. Although most people in Hua and Xia are not very interested in beliefs such as gods and Buddhas, they are still devout believers.

Chen Jing came here to ask for a visa, so he did not look at other side halls and walked straight to the highest place of the Main Hall.

In Buddhist temples, the Main Hall is the main hall, also known as the main hall, which is the core building of the entire temple and is also a place where monks concentrate on practicing day and night.

The four words "Mainhara Palace" also have meanings.

Nobita is the Buddha's virtue; the great ones include all things; the heroes conquer all demons; because Sakyamuni Buddha has the wisdom of perfect enlightenment and can conquer the vast world, so the Buddhist disciples respectfully call him Nobita, and the treasure in the temple refers to the three treasures of Buddha, Dharma and Sangha.

When Chen Jing walked into the Grand Palace, he raised his head and saw a huge golden statue of Sakyamuni Buddha. The treasure was solemn and powerful. His left hand drooped, and his right hand bent his arm to stretch upwards. This is called the "Sandalwood Buddha statue". When his hand drooped, he made the "Wish Seal", which means that he can fulfill the wishes of all living beings.

There are also monks in this hall who guide the worshippers in the correct posture and thank the pilgrims for their incense money. What’s interesting is that the two incense merit boxes placed next to the Buddha statue clearly state the ‘Rejoice merit box’, but the pilgrims who give more money always have more thanks smiles.

Chen Jing shook his head secretly. There was no real monk in the Big Buddha Temple, and his interest immediately decreased a little.

But he came here and the ticket money could not be spent in vain. He still walked to the left of the hall to ask for a visa.

There are a lot of people here, and I have to queue up. Chen Jing was behind a middle-aged uncle. It took several minutes before it was the turn of the two.

The person who explained the signature was an old monk wearing a light blue monk's robe. He looked about seventy years old, with an old face and a thin body, but he was in good spirits, with a smile on his face, and a kind-hearted look.

This old monk seems to have a bit of the meaning of a real monk.

When Chen Jing was thinking this in his heart, the middle-aged man in front of him had already picked up a big begging ticket. He shook his bell for a while and asked for a sign.

"I heard that your visa is very effective here. Tell me how about my visa?" the middle-aged man asked.

The old monk nodded slightly, reached out to pick up the sign and looked at it, and asked, "I don't know what I want to ask for, this donor?"

"Career, can I make a lot of money next year?"

The old monk responded slowly: "What the donor asked for is a mid-term visa. If you ask about your career next year, you may not be able to make a lot of money. On the contrary, you must be careful and you can still guarantee your capital, otherwise you may lose money."

His words made Chen Jing stunned.

Generally speaking, those who fool people will say something nice when asking for a visa. In this way, those who ask for a visa will be happy and can give more money to incense, but what this old monk said is not very good.

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face became a little ugly: "In other words, why can't I make a lot of money next year?"

"The donor asked for is this intention, but his fate is impermanent and everything is not determined. If the donor is dedicated to his career, the result may not be certain." The old monk responded peacefully.

"Cao, the business I will do next year will definitely make a lot of money. Did you say this on purpose, wanting to fool me to give me more money incense, and then tell me what to do to crack it?" The middle-aged man became angry and patted the table and said angrily.

The old monk smiled: "It is the donor's freedom of how much money he wants to give to incense."

The middle-aged man is still a little unhappy. Business people must want to ask for a good sign. He asked for a mid-range lottery, how could he be satisfied? He immediately wanted to pick up the lottery ticket and shake it again.

"Donor, I only answer the first sign you asked for." The old monk said again when he saw this.

The middle-aged man became even more angry. He slapped the table a few times and said angrily: "Old monk, are you deliberately trying to make trouble for me? I have to ask for more today. I can give you as much money as possible incense. I have money!"

When the old monk saw him like this, he didn't say anything, just smiled, but the meaning of rejection was obvious.

What else did the middle-aged man want to say? Chen Jing couldn't bear to see it anymore, so he reached out to hold him and said, "Brother, this master also said that fate is impermanent, and the sign you ask for may not really determine everything. Why be so angry?"

"What's your business?" The middle-aged man cursed and looked back at Chen Jing. When he saw that he was a tall young man, he felt a little scared: "I think this is a fake temple, a fake monk, I'm sorry I'm still running so far!"

After saying that, the middle-aged man left cursingly, but he didn't dare to have any conflicts with Chen Jing.

"Thank you for this donor." Seeing this, the old monk clasped his hands together and said.

Chen Jing waved his hand and said it was okay, then sat down himself, picked up the sign-in and shook it.

The old monk's words and attitude just now made him feel that he didn't look like a fake monk.

There was a jingle and a slap, and a sign fell on the table.
Chapter completed!