Chapter 1: Little Shami of Jinshan Temple

"Master, I'm hungry!" Shen Lang touched his stomach and said to a big monk next to him.

"After completing this ritual, we will have money to buy rice, Amitabha!" The master chanted the Buddha's name.

More than a month ago, Shen Lang accidentally traveled to this world and found that it was actually in a forest. There was also a dilapidated temple in the forest. Its name was particularly loud [Lanruo Temple]

Looking at this name, Shen Lang moved his long legs, which were 1.3 meters tall, and ran out of the forest.

Just kidding, this is Lanruo Temple, where either a female ghost or a tree demon grandmother, let yourself an ordinary person with a physical body run in. Isn’t it a sheep entering the tiger’s mouth?

Just as he ran out of the forest, Shen Lang hit a monk and bounced himself ten meters away with a huge force.

This monk is his current master, Master Lingyou.

So Shen Lang seemed to meet the master, chose to hug his thighs, join the large-scale organization of Buddhism, and became a little novice monk in Jinshan Temple.

"Master, how long will it take?" Shen Lang's legs were sore and weak at this time. Now he really missed his electric motorcycle.

"It's almost there, before climbing over this mountain is Lijiazhuang!" Master Lingyou said as he walked.

In Shen Lang's mind, the master is a powerful monk, and this path is completely wrong for the master.

But I am just a mortal, and should not be said to be an extremely hungry sub-healthy mortal. Such a path is deadly for me.

"Master, I can't walk anymore!" Shen Lang decided to take advantage of this body and start acting coquettish.

That’s right, this time travel actually brought Shen Lang back to 6 or 7 years old. Facing his master who is over 70 years old, should he be a grandson or a grandson?

"Serious disciple, come up!" The master squatted slightly, Shen Lang smiled happily, and then lay on the master's wide shoulders.

To be honest, Shen Lang, an orphan in his previous life, really wanted to feel this kind of family affection. After more than a month of getting along, did his master satisfy all his expectations for his father?

Zen Master Lingyou felt that the disciple behind him had already lying down, and used his light body technique to move quickly in the mountains.

It originally took a long time to walk, but with the blessing of the master's light body technique, it was already arrived in just half an hour.

Looking at the magnificent manor in front of him, Shen Lang smashed his mouth. Just put the manor in the original world, you don’t even think about it if it doesn’t have 200 million or 300 million.

The manor covers an area of ​​nearly ten acres and nearly seven thousand square meters. Shen Lang couldn't help but sigh that rich people are so luxurious, so good!

"This donor, Lingyou, the host of the Jinshan Temple of Immortals, comes to do rituals at the invitation of the owner of Guizhuang!" Master Lingyou stepped forward and said to a man who looked like a housekeeper.

"It turns out that he is the master of Jinshan Temple. Please, the head of the family has been waiting for a long time!" said the butler hurriedly.

Under the leadership of the butler, Master Shen Lang entered Lijiazhuang.

One door is separated by two heavens and earths.

"Master, it's so cold here!" Shen Lang felt a chill coming out of his body. This coldness is not like the world, because it is noon outside, and the time when the yang energy is most abundant in one day.

"Be careful, and remove the wrong thing first!" Lingyou said softly.

Shen Lang nodded and followed the master's footsteps tightly.

"Master, you are finally here!"

At this time, a man, about 40 years old, walked out of the mourning hall and saw him wearing plain white mourning clothes, which made people recognize at first sight. This person was the new owner of Lijiazhuang.

"Master, my father died suddenly two days ago, and he died inexplicably. I also asked the master to recite scriptures and salvation for my father. I wish him a happy journey!" Li Qing said with a sorrowful look on his face.

However, Shen Lang could not see any sadness in his expression, but there was a hint of secret joy in his eyes.

If it is a normal person and his father dies, then he can't stand the sadness?

But this owner, his father was obviously dead, but what happened to the happiness in his eyes?

"Amitabha, don't worry, Mr. Li, when he was alive, he was a good person from all over the country. This time he would definitely be able to ascend to the Pure Land early!" said Master Lingyou.

"Then I'll ask the master for everything. In this way, I'll let the kitchen prepare some meals for the master to facilitate the master's consumption with this little master!" Li Qing said respectfully with his hands clasped and said with great respect.

"Then thank you for everything! Amitabha Buddha." Master Lingyou said the Buddha's name.

After Li Qing and others left, only Master Shen Lang and disciples were left in the mourning hall.

"Master, something is wrong with this owner!" Shen Lang looked at no one around and said to his master.

"Amitabha, all things have destiny, like dreams, like dew and lightning. Let's start doing rituals!" Lingyou said.

Shen Lang took out two cushions from his backpack, put them down, and took out the wooden fish and scriptures.

As night fell slowly, I could only sit on the cushion and move my sore legs slightly.

"Master, let's use some food first! It's been a long time since the chanting scriptures." Master Li followed two servants and walked in with two trays.

"Amitabha, thank you for the donor!" Master Lingyou said the Buddha's name.

Shen Lang looked at the things in front of him and the food was very simple, a bowl of green vegetable noodles, two steamed buns, and a plate of tofu.

Since he came to this world, Shen Lang hasn't eaten meat for a long time. Now he has begun to miss fried chicken burgers, roast duck, and pork belly.

"Amitabha!" (I want to eat chicken legs) Shen Lang clasped his hands and said the Buddha's name.

The night completely enveloped Lijiazhuang, and dark clouds rolled over the mansion.

The gate of Lijiazhuang is wide open, like a giant beast with a bloody mouth.

The yin energy around it lingers.

Breaths of biting wind blew by.

The Lijiazhuang Mansion, which is usually lively, is silent at this time, and it looks extremely gloomy. The people at the bottom lit up all the white lanterns in the manor.

The orchid lights illuminate the manor with a particularly terrifying feeling.

"Master, something is not right here!" Shen Lang seemed to have noticed something and said to the master beside him.

You should know that Shen Lang probably guessed some things in one month after he came to this world.

The ruined temple in my family is called Jinshan Temple, and my master is called Zen Master Lingyou, but I have no senior brother or junior brother, and Fahai has not appeared.

This makes me unable to hold my thighs even if I want to.

"Master, they are not humans!" Shen Lang looked at the group of servants who had just passed by, carrying white lanterns, but they had no shadow.

Hearing Shen Lang's words, Zen Master Lingyou stopped the "Sutra of Ksitigarbha's Original Vows", which is the mantra of Ksitigarbha's Sutra of Sutra, which is often said by the world.

At this moment, a scattered storm rose up flat on the ground.

The strong wind blew.

All the white lanterns and candles illuminated in the mansion were blown out.
Chapter completed!