Shang Biao's hoarse voice made the little shaman even more frightened. He kicked his calves in a panic a few times, and after escaping from the door, he shouted and ran towards the Main Hall.

"There are ghosts, there are ghosts!"

"Amitabha"

An old monk walked out of the hall, and said with a Buddhist chant. The panicked little monk bathed in Ningshen and Buddha's light instantly calmed down.

"The donor is a guest from afar, please come in and drink a cup of tea."

When the old monk saw Shang Biao's terrifying burned face, he did not show any strange color. His voice was calm and calm, just like the sound of reciting the Buddha's name.

"I was greedy for the journey and missed the inn. I had to stay at the temple for one night, and I also asked the abbot to take a walk."

"You are polite to the donor, and you are convenient to others and yourself. You are aware of it, and help the donor clean up a meditation room."

"Thank you so much for the abbot. I'm here to heath. I don't know the abbot's Dharma name?"

"Amitabha, I, Zhiguang, are not the abbot of this temple."

Shang Biao smiled and said sorry.

After staying in the Buddha's territory, Shang Biao was embarrassed to come to the door empty-handed.

Entering the Main Hall, he added a piece of silver into the incense cash box, took the three fragrant pieces handed over by Zhiguang, bowed and put them in the incense burner.

During the process of burning incense, Shang Biao found that there were not many incense ash in the incense burner. It seemed that there were very few pilgrims and believers in this place.

However, the temple is small but not dilapidated, so I don’t know how to survive.

"Dong, Daong"

After Shang Biao burned incense, another knock came from the door.

Zhiguang walked out of the hall and opened the door, two young men appeared.

The man spoke, saying the excuse similar to Shang Biao, and wanted to stay there.

"Amitabha, there are only two meditation rooms for pilgrims to rest in the temple. A donor has arrived before. If the two of them don't dislike it, can they live in the same room?"

"If you go out, you can just have a place to shelter from the wind and rain. How dare you dislike it? I will bother Master."

The man was still talking. The woman next to him was slightly dissatisfied, but she did not refute.

Afterwards, the two of them also entered the hall and asked for incense and worship Buddha.

Only then did Shang Biao see the appearance of these two people clearly, the handsome man and the beautiful woman. Against his face, he looked like a fairy couple.

‘Smell!’

Shang Biao moved his nose in slightest, and his eyes noticed the woman with a bulging front and a charming charming charming woman.

"Is the smell of perfume an actor?"

Although the Qing Dynasty also had perfumes delivered by foreigners, the perfumes produced by modern chemical processing are definitely different from those at this time.

Shang Biao smelled this faint scent of women, which was certainly a modern perfume smell, as if it was a encounter with Chanel?

Shang Biao's eyes stayed for a few seconds before the woman noticed it.

"snort!"

When the woman saw his seriously burned face, her first reaction was not to be afraid, but to snort coldly and leave the Main Hall.

"Haha, brother, don't be accustomed to it. In the next season, Sanyuan, I don't know what the brother is called."

"Shinan"

Shang Biao showed an ugly smile and looked very cunning.

This is interesting. He is basically sure that these two people are actors now.

When ordinary people see him like this, they will not have such a friendly attitude, and the woman's perception is extraordinary.

Although there are not female practitioners in the plot world, such as the Saint of White Lotus, this is basically an existence that is more precious than a giant panda, and it would have happened that he would have encountered it so by chance.

At this time, the little novice monk realized his mind to clean up the Zen room and walked over from the backyard.

"Master, the nightchai is ready."

"Well, please follow me, donors."

Zhiguang made a gesture of invitation, and the little novice monk led the way first.

"No need to worry, my friend and I have eaten dry food."

Ji Sanyuan waved his hand and rejected Zhiguang's kindness.

Shang Biao also discovered a flaw between himself and Ji Sanyuan and others at this time. Who would be empty-handed and not even take a burden?

If you keep this in mind, you can only leave it to make up for it after dawn.

In order not to attract Ji Sanyuan's attention, Shang Biao followed Xiaoxia and Zhiguang to the backyard canteen.

On the Eight Immortals table in the canteen, there were triass of vegetarian dishes, seven or eight steamed buns, and two people were already sitting on the stool.

Directly opposite was a middle-aged monk who looked like a smiling Maitreya, and his back was also a bald head with a thick body and a bright yellow dress.

"Amitabha, the abbot of Xiangyun Temple, Zhiqing, has met the donor."

The fat monk stood up and saluted to show his identity.

"I have met the abbot in Xiashinan."

Shang Biao had just spoken, and his back turned back to his monk.

"Yuantong? Are you not a monk from Guangde Temple?"

No wonder I was a little familiar with this back. It turned out that I was really an old acquaintance.

"Amitabha, where are you going to preach?"

Yuantong did not answer his questions, but instead asked him. His fat face was much thinner than before, with a bit of sadness in his eyes. Shang Biao's appearance reminded him of those innocent believers who died tragically.

"It's time to go, and the preaching matter needs to be suspended. I was invited to go to the capital. If there is nothing wrong with fellow Taoists, we might as well go with us. It also saves me from loneliness on my own journey. This ugly face scares passers-by."

Shang Biao still remembered that Yuantong owed him a bet and thought he could not find him, but he was really destined to meet him thousands of miles away.

"Good, good, so good, so the little monk can accompany the Taoist fellow to take a trip."

Yuantong responded, but he didn't believe that Shang Biao would go to the capital for no reason, and it would be better for him to take care of him, so as to save himself from making irreversible mistakes.

"It turns out that my nephew knows this donor, and it is a joy to congratulate me when I meet my old friend."

Monk Zhiqing said with a smile, giving Shang Biao a seat.

After all the staff arrived, they took their seats and the evening meal began.

Although the temple is small, it is complete in rules.

Several of them were silently moving their chopsticks in accordance with the rules of eating without saying anything.

After the evening meal, the little novice monk took the initiative to clean up the dishes.

Zhiqing looked at Shang Biao with a smile on Maitreya and said, "This temple is a bit weird at night. No matter what the donor hear, please do not leave the Zen room."

Yuantong also spoke, "Uncle Master, fellow Taoist Shinan is also a practitioner, with great Taoism and proficient in thunder techniques. You should restrain those donors who do not abide by the rules, just don't disturb him."

The mystery of these two people made Shang Biao interested, what was hidden in this temple?

"Can you disclose it easily? In the 'good dream, kill someone', don't be hurt by mistake."

Shang Biao made a little joke and looked at Zhiqing.

"It's just some lonely ghosts. Today is the full moon of the fifteenth day. They are all here to seek salvation. If you are interested, you can come to the front hall at midnight to see if you have any information."

"Oh, is the Ghost Fighting Dharma Assembly? I will definitely come here in Zishi."

So that's the case, Shang Biao understood as soon as Zhiqing said.
Chapter completed!