Ye Xiong and Yang Xinyi followed the flow of people and headed towards the mountain.
In the meantime, Ye Xiong has been looking at the surrounding situation. This Buddhist temple was built on the middle of the mountain. It has been rebuilt and renovated several times over the past thousand years. It is now very luxurious, but it has a strong commercial atmosphere.
Can a place like this breed the fruit of righteousness?
Ye Xiong was really suspicious.
"Husband, let's go up the mountain to ask for a fortune and pay homage, shall we?" Yang Xinyi asked.
"As long as you like it."
There is nothing to do anyway, and there are so many people now, so it is impossible for the fruit of righteousness to appear, so we can only do it step by step.
The Buddhist temple is very large and crowded with people. A bunch of incense is sold for an astonishing fifty yuan, and there is still a rush.
Most of the people who come to worship are rich ladies, and they don't care about the tens of dollars.
Ye Xiong wandered around, and after walking around a few times, he said, "Honey, go burn the incense yourself. I'll look around and come back to you."
"Okay, I'll go find you after I've prayed for our extraordinary gods." Yang Xinyi said and left.
Ye Xiong looked around and felt that nothing would be gained if this continued. The most important thing now was to find someone to find out.
He wanted to use his spiritual sense to scan it, and suddenly remembered the evil spirit. If there really was a righteousness fruit here, there was most likely an enlightened monk. If the other party was stronger than him, he would have discovered it immediately using his spiritual sense.
After wandering around, I soon turned to the back mountain and saw an old sweeping monk sweeping up fallen leaves.
The sweeping monk must be over seventy years old. His eyebrows and beard are gray and messy. He has not taken care of them for an unknown period of time. His cassock is covered with patches, which is very different from the well-dressed monks outside who receive money with an iPhone in his left hand and an iPhone in his right hand.
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"Donor, please stay. There is no way to go to the back mountain. Please go back!" The sweeping monk said immediately when he saw Ye Xiong walking towards the back mountain.
The back mountain is a big forest, and there is a trail leading to nowhere.
Ye Xiong thought to himself, at this age, this old monk should have stayed in this temple for a long time, and maybe he might know something about the Zhengqi Fruit.
"It's so noisy in the temple that I'm almost deafened by the noise, but it's so quiet here." Ye Xiong walked to the steps next to him, sat down, and asked casually: "Master, how old are you?"
"Old monk, he's seventy-five," the sweeping monk said.
"It's amazing that you are still so strong at seventy-five." Ye Xiong gave a thumbs up.
"The wind corrodes the old age, and one day of activity adds one day to one's life, just living an ignoble existence."
"Master, where is your family?" Ye Xiong continued to ask.
"The old monk became a monk at the age of fifteen. He has been here for sixty years and has no family for a long time."
Next, Ye Xiong casually chatted with the old monk for a while, talking about things. When the conversation was almost complete, he said: "Master, I heard before that your temple once had gods, right?"
"Where are the gods in this world? They are just hearsay." The old monk replied.
"I heard that a devout Buddhist disciple once cleaned the incense burner and saw a little man covered in Buddha's light in the incense burner, like a little fairy. Since then, this Buddhist temple has become more and more famous."
This allusion was learned by Ye Xiong from Murong Ruyin. It spread a lot at that time, and later attracted many ancient martial arts and cultivation masters. They searched the temple for a long time, but could not find the legendary golden man.
Ye Xiong guessed that the golden little man should be the incarnation of the Zhengqi Fruit.
"Donor, please don't believe the rumors outside. The old monk has been a monk here for 60 years. He has gone through the reconstruction and reconstruction of the temple. Even the abbot has changed several times. He has never heard of any golden villain or any gods."
The old monk replied.
"Hey, isn't that the little golden man?" Ye Xiong pointed at the old monk's back and shouted suddenly.
The old monk turned around quickly and looked around, but saw nothing.
"Since Master has never heard of the golden villain, why are you so nervous when I mention the golden villain?" Ye Xiong showed an evil smile on his lips, as if his conspiracy had succeeded.
"That was just my instinctive reaction, why is it strange?" The old monk looked calm.
"Haha, just kidding, Master, you are busy, I won't disturb you anymore."
Ye Xiong left with a smile, turned around for a moment, and flicked a spark on the old monk's butt.
He just wanted to test whether the old monk knew martial arts. If he knew martial arts, the sparks would definitely not hurt him.
The next moment, the old monk's bottom was on fire, as if he didn't know it at all.
Seeing that the flames were about to burst into flames, Ye Xiong quickly put the fire away. The fire only burned a small hole in his buttocks and then went out.
"Master, I'm offended." Ye Xiong turned and left.
"Donor, walk slowly."
After leaving the old monk, Ye Xiong found several other old monks and used inducement, deception and other means to inquire. Although those monks had heard about the Little Golden Man, none of them had seen it with their own eyes.
Some even say that this is just a deliberate hype by the previous abbot to increase his popularity.
After walking around, Ye Xiong returned to Yang Xinyi.
"Husband, I asked for three talismans. Each of our three members of the family has one. This talisman is yours." Yang Xinyi took out the three talismans and found the one belonging to Ye Xiong: "The master said that this talisman is very effective and can be used."
To ward off evil spirits, I'll help you bring it."
Ye Xiong was sweating. Both of them were cultivators. She still believed this. If someone found out, it would be weird if she didn't laugh to death.
But he couldn't bear to displease Yang Xinyi, so he lowered his head and asked her to tie the charm around her neck.
"How much do these three talismans cost?" Ye Xiong asked casually.
"Three hundred thousand, one hundred thousand." Yang Xinyi replied.
"It's only ten thousand yuan for this broken talisman, why not grab it?" Ye Xiong sweated and said, "Although our family has money, we can't spend it like this!"
This monk was so deceptive. Ye Xiong was about to go to him to settle the score, but Yang Xinyi quickly stopped him.
"The old monk who sells talismans said that there are five kinds of talismans: ten yuan, one hundred yuan, one thousand yuan, ten thousand yuan and one hundred thousand yuan. He chose whatever he wanted. I chose the most expensive one myself, so I can't blame others.
"Yang Xinyi said.
"Honey, you are a dignified CEO, why are you so naive?" Ye Xiong was speechless.
"The old monk said that the temple was planning to cast a Buddha statue recently, but it had been unable to raise the money. Seeing how sincerely he said it, I treated it as a donation to the temple and accumulated merit for Bufan," said Yang Xinyi.
She always said this, and Ye Xiong couldn't say anything else. As long as she was happy, money didn't matter.
Ye Xiong pinched the talisman in his hand and suddenly felt a strange feeling, as if there were energy fluctuations on it.
He quickly folded the charm out of the triangular bag and prepared to take it out.
"Husband, the old monk said, if you break it, it won't work."
"Don't interrupt, I have my own score."
Ye Xiong folded the talisman and was shocked when he saw the image of King Kong on it.
This is actually a diamond talisman, a defensive talisman used by cultivators.
"Husband, what's wrong?" Yang Xinyi asked strangely.
Although her realm is higher than Ye Xiong's, it was brought to her by evil spirits. She is just a blank sheet of paper and doesn't understand anything about the talismans, elixirs, and elixirs of cultivation.
"Honey, what else did the old monk say?" Ye Xiong asked.