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Yelu, dressed in a Han Chinese costume, held a big chicken leg in his hand, bit it with one mouthful and pulled off half of his leg.

Chewing the spicy and fragrant roasted chicken legs, with oil on her lips, Yelu used the chicken legs to light the follower in front of her.

"Are the arrangement done?"

Not as arrogant as he was in Pingzhou, he pressed his voice in his crappy Beijing accent.

"Don't worry, sir, it's already arranged.

Qingquan Temple closed the back mountain from 28th to the New Year until the first day of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month tomorrow. We buried the body on the first day of his closure.

During this period, no one went to the back mountain.

Just wait for tomorrow morning, Qingquan Temple will hold a grand ceremony. When will our people find bodies in the crowd of people."

Yelu nodded with satisfaction.

The opening ceremony of Qingquan Temple is held every year with great momentum.

Almost all people in the county town have to go around the back mountain to get involved in the Buddha spirit and pray for peace and well-being in the new year.

The corpse he prepared was covered with Yuehuajin's robe.

Those who can wear robes are all the families of pillars in the court.

He had already received the news that Chen Li was in Pingzhou, but he could not find Chen Li even if he digs three feet into the ground.

I can only lead the snake out of the hole.

He didn't believe that the body in the moonlight robe appeared on the back mountain of Qingquan Temple, and appeared in front of almost the entire Qinghe County people. Chen Li did not appear yet.

At that time, as long as the Shadow people come to check the news, he will be able to follow the clues.

After chewing the chicken in his mouth, Yelu almost tore off the remaining half of the chicken leg.

"When will the grand ceremony start?"

"Chen time."

Here, Yelu and the others waited for time to pass by minute by minute.

That side, the mountain behind Qingquan Temple.

After the Chinese New Year, the monks in the temple began to be busy day and night.

The annual opening ceremony is a major festival in Qingquan Temple.

Especially this year, the abbot left Beijing before the New Year and has not returned yet.

The abbot is under great pressure.

The first time I hosted such a big ceremony, my already bald head was even more bald by him.

After suffering, life finally came.

As soon as the hour of the year comes, the monks of Qingquan Temple who are ready to sweat open the temple door with full energy and prepare to welcome the crowds outside.

Crack...

With the heavy sound of opening the door, the monks in the two lines united their hands and recited the departure number together, "Amita Buddha."

The sound of the Dharma horn is deafening.

The sound fell...

Whoosh ~

Whoosh ~

Whoosh ~

The bitter cold wind in the valley was whizzing in my ears, and there was no other sound except the sound of the wind.

For example, there is no noisy noise.

What's going on?

Every year on the Buddha Festival, when the door opens, ordinary people will rush in for fear of being incense.

What's wrong this year?

The agent abbot originally had his hands together, closed his eyes and lowered his head, with a pious look on his face, unable to hear any movement, and his mouth twitched, and he opened his eyes and looked up.

Outside the gate of Qingquan Temple, it was empty and there was no one.

The only thing he saw was a yellow leaf blown by the wind and fell down.

Agent abbot...

He raised his hand and touched the back of his naked head with a suspicious look on his face. He turned his head and asked his junior brother, "Isn't this fifteenth day of the first lunar month?"

The junior brother looked uncertain, "It should be! After all, yesterday was the 14th day of the first lunar month, and it was my turn to sweep the cottage. Logically speaking, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be the 15th day of the first lunar month."

As he said that, the junior brother suddenly opened his mouth wide, "Don't I sweep the cottage yesterday?"

That expression seemed like a trick.

The monks stared at the empty gate and were at a loss for a moment.

what to do!

There was no one in the grand opening ceremony!

After confirming that today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the acting abbot stared at the empty door. His originally nervous and nervous heart suddenly relaxed, and even a secret joy surged.

He silently recited ten numbers, and if no one came again, the opening ceremony of this year would end perfectly.

One (don't come), two (don't come), three (don't come)...

The agent abbot stared outside the door, expressionless, counting silently.

When I counted to three, a sudden sound of horse hooves approached.

Agent abbot...

The originally peaceful face suddenly became ferocious.

The sound of horse hooves approached, and a group of about seven or eight men appeared on horseback in front of the monks.

That scene...

A group of monks with hundreds of numbers stared at the people approaching in front of them.

People coming here...

Yelu looked at the group of monks in front of him with confusion, and couldn't help but touch the back of his head.

What's going on?

Isn’t it said that the opening ceremony of Qingquan Temple is huge?

Where is the person?

Are they late?

Near the gate, Yelu and his group turned over and got off the horse. Yelu came forward in person and said in his poor Beijing accent: "Dare you ask, today is the day of the opening ceremony of the temple?"

A group of little novice monks looked at the acting abbot.

The agent abbot had just finished reciting ten thoughts in his mind.

With his hands together, he chanted the Buddha's name to Yelu, "Today it is officially the day when the temple opens its rituals. However, the donor is late, and the opening ceremony of our temple has ended."

Yelu...

He twitched his eyes and looked at the monk in front of him.

it's over?

"Didn't this great gift of opening up begin at Chenshi?"

The abbot said kindly: "Yes."

Yelu...

"Isn't it Chenshi now?"

The agent abbot still said kindly: "Yes."

Yelu...

"How come it ends?"

The acting abbot said with great enthusiasm: "To be honest with the donor, you said, I just learned that our opening ceremony had come to an end at the beginning."

Yelu...

What am I fucking!!!

A fragrance in my mouth was about to come out.

The acting abbot smiled at Yelu and said, "I didn't catch up with this year's opening ceremony, so I feel sad for the donor. However, donor should not be discouraged. I will buy a scramble to my temple tomorrow, so the donor can come back early."

As he said that, the agent abbot recited another Dharma name.

"I am going to take the disciples of the temple to prepare tomorrow's Buzhai vegetarian meal. Today, Qingquan Temple is closed for a day, and the donor will invite you."

After saying that, the acting abbot took a step back. The two little novice monks beside him had a tense face, trying their best not to show a look of secret joy, and closed the door quickly.

You know, the people are happy every year at the opening ceremony, but they are so tired that they can sag on the bed for a month without any loss.

The temple gate was closed, and the junior brother of the acting abbot, who was a little worried, said, "Senior brother, will it be bad for us to do this?"

The acting abbot shook his head, "The man outside is from Beiyan. He has a great gift. None of the people in Qinghe County came, but a Beiyan man pretending to be a Han. Do you think there is any better way than closing the door and closing guests?"

The junior brother shook his head, "No."

Suddenly, he realized something and looked at the agent abbot, "How did the senior brother know that he is from Beiyan?"
Chapter completed!