Gu Changan got up early. In order to prevent anyone from coming to look for her, she asked Shaoyao and Iris to announce that she was cold and could not see outsiders, so she dressed up and went out.
In order to make the appearance more complete, Gu Changan also found a special path to go down the mountain first, and then walked all the way up the mountain and mixed in with the pilgrims who came to burn incense.
She smeared her face black and pockmarked it, covered half of her face tightly with a scarf, and made a nervous look.
While muttering, he staggered a little while walking, which looked very strange.
However, even so, when these pilgrims saw Gu Changan's appearance, they did not stop for a moment and simply ignored Gu Changan.
He didn't seem to care about her condition at all.
Seeing these indifferent people, Gu Changan felt an indescribable strangeness in his heart, but he still maintained his pretense and walked all the way to the gate of Lingyin Temple.
The last time she came here at night, she hadn't looked carefully at the door plaque of Lingyin Temple.
Now when I look at it, I realize that the red paint and vermilion walls of Lingyin Temple have no sense of age at all. You must know that Lingyin Temple has a history of at least hundreds of years. How can it look so new?
She was a little confused.
However, I hid all these emotions in my heart. I went in with the pilgrims and followed the flow to the main hall. The purpose of these pilgrims was very clear, which was to enter the main hall without even stopping.
However, it is not so easy to enter the main hall. There was already a long queue at the door. Gu Changan never thought that Lingyin Temple could have such a strong incense.
There were so many people that the queue stretched outside.
Gu Changan didn't like crowding in such crowded places, but now she had no choice but to go there. However, before she could take a few steps, she was stopped directly in front of the queue.
She paused and turned her head slightly to look at the hand holding her back. Only then did she suddenly understand why she always felt weird looking at those monks.
What kind of hand is this? The skin is wrinkled like the grooves on an orange. There is no trace of flesh and blood filling it. Instead, it looks like it has been drained dry by something, leaving it withered.
She couldn't help it and looked at it a few more times.
Looking along, I saw a monk standing there, then noticed his dead wood hand, and then looked at the loose monk's robe.
No wonder I didn't notice it before, because the robes worn by these monks concealed their thin figures, so at first glance I didn't think there was anything wrong with them.
Gu Changan's doubts about this Lingyin Temple were getting deeper and deeper, but she did not show any of it on face, but pretended to look at the monk with a puzzled expression, "What are you trying to do to stop me? I want to
Go in and burn incense to the Bodhisattva."
"I think the girl looks new. It must be her first time coming to our Lingyin Temple, right?" The monk looked Gu Changan up and down and smiled at her.
Gu Changan was shocked. He didn't expect these monks to see anything that was unfamiliar or unfamiliar.
However, this is nothing. Gu Changan responded with a smile: "I heard from others that Lingyin Temple is particularly efficacious, so I made a special trip here, but it took me a long time to leave."
"The effectiveness is linked to the sincerity of the donors. The more sincere they are, the more effective it will be." The monk replied calmly, as if he was not surprised at all by Gu Changan's words.
Gu Changan smiled, showing a yearning look, and said softly: "It would be great if it was really so effective..."
"I see that the girl has been wearing a scarf to cover her face. I wonder if..." The monk turned to look at Gu Changan's face-covering scarf, his eyes revealing a bit of inquiry.
Gu Changan subconsciously touched his face, looked at the monk nervously, and said with a very ugly face: "My face is disfigured, and the scars all over it are really ugly. I have seen many doctors, and they all said that I
This scar will never get better and it will have to stay like this for the rest of my life... I don't want to scare people, so this is the only way..."
As she spoke, her eyes filled with tears, and they were about to fall.
"Because of the scar on my face, my fiancé wants to break off the engagement with me and calls me ugly. My family also dislikes me and wants to kick me out. I have no choice but to come here to try my luck. I hope Bodhisattva will open his eyes.
Give me a miracle."
Besides, her face was covered with tears, and most of her headscarf was wetted. The rugged skin under the headscarf could be vaguely revealed, proving that what she said was not a lie.
Even if the monk was in trouble, he would not continue to poke people's pain. He nodded, showing a compassionate expression, "I know the girl's pain. Come to our temple, I hope your wish can be realized."
"Then why are you stopping me, master?" Gu Changan wiped away his tears and asked.
"Ah, I don't mean to stop the girl, but I want to remind her that she is in the wrong place." The monk said, "Generally, only pilgrims who have been here several times can enter the main hall. New pilgrims have to go to another place."
"There is such a thing." Gu Changan was a little surprised, "I'm sorry, it's my first time here. I thought I didn't follow these rules. So, may I ask, master, where should this newcomer go?"
"Then come with me." The monk glanced at Gu Changan and pointed in the direction.
Gu Changan hesitated for a while, touched the crossbow on his wrist, and then nodded and said: "Then I'll trouble you, Master."
The monk took Gu Changan aside and passed by a place where other monks were. In front of Gu Changan, they quickly exchanged glances.
They thought they were doing it very covertly, but in fact Gu Changan saw all this.
She was very defensive.
They kept a close distance from each other behind the monks.
However, after following along, there was nothing unusual. Instead, we came to a side hall. There were not many people here, but we could also see pilgrims similar to Gu Changan.
It seems that it is true as the monk said, strangers and acquaintances are separated.
However, this is too strange. Why does such a beautiful temple have to separate the pilgrims into old and new ones?
Gu Changan couldn't figure it out for the moment, so she could only follow in to see what was going on. She followed the pilgrims directly into the side hall.
As soon as she entered, she smelled a very strange smell.
This smell was a bit sweet, but Gu Changan almost wanted to vomit when she smelled it. However, she resisted the urge, and after a while, she actually started to get used to the smell.
It even smells a bit good.
When Gu Changan realized the changes in himself, an alarm bell rang in his heart. He immediately cheered up and weakened his breathing, not daring to inhale these smells into his nose.
There is definitely something wrong with this smell!