Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 123 Red Cloth

Fuzhao Temple covers a large area.

As the restaurant owner at the lunch place said, they took over the entire mountain and built temples.

Bypassing the side hall and Arhat hall on the west side, a tall banyan tree appears in front of tourists.

Not the small ones, but the luxuriant ones that have grown into a "forest of one tree".

Someone asked in confusion: "Aren't the plants planted in temples generally planted with bodhi and ginkgo...?"

Someone also replied: "Perhaps it is easier to hang red cloth strips for praying on such a big banyan tree. Look, isn't there a lot of hangings?"

There are a lot of them. If you look far away, they are densely packed with red. When the wind blows, the red will move with the wind. It is actually quite beautiful in the daytime, like red rain.

"...Are you sure?" Wei Wenxue asked with difficulty, "Mr. An, do you think this looks good?"

"Really?" An Xiangwen pondered, "Red and green are actually pretty good."

Too dense, really too dense.

In Baisu's eyes, the red cloth strips were so dense that they would become knotted if they were not careful, and some of them had even piled up together, forming a heavy weight and bending the branches of the banyan tree.

This makes the cloth strips closer to the ground, so that people can rub them if they pass under them.

And he felt... the red cloth strip had an unusual meaning.

Baisu walked to the place where the red cloth strips were sold, picked up a strip of cloth, twisted it on his fingertips and rubbed it gently, then he looked at the table offering pens and ink for people to write on, countless tourists bought the cloth strips, bent over Lie down there, and wrote down what he wanted on the table.

"Fragrant..." The black-haired young man's lips moved.

An Xiangwen, who bought a red cloth and was about to write down his expectation of finding a job after returning home, turned his head: "Brother Bai, did you say something just now?"

Baisu, who was being watched by others, covered his mouth and seemed to yawn.

Afterwards, he put down his hand, and it seemed that there was nothing missing from his hand: "I said this ink smells very good."

An Xiangwen nodded in agreement: "Yes, there may be special ingredients, Brother Bai, don't you pray for blessings?"

"Pray." Baisu bought two red cloth strips casually, and lined up behind the humans waiting to write.

An Xiangwen saw that Baili had bought two, and joked, "Did you write it for Sister Wang?"

Baisu didn't expect that human beings would want to go there, so he paused and replied, "Yes, Muying asked me to pray for her grandma."

Baisu answered easily.

In fact, there was also this incident. Two days ago, when Baisu asked Wang Muying about her senior sister, the human girl mentioned about her grandma.

She said that if possible, please Baisu to help write one.

So, does he want to help?
Baisu was thinking, from the bottom of his heart, he felt that all the human girls were his fans, so why bother to ask others.

But I also considered that I was the instigator of her grandma's matter... How about helping me write it?
After some consideration, the line came up to An Xiangwen. He finished writing what he asked for with a few strokes, and quickly gave up his seat to Baisu.

"Brother Bai, I'm going to hang up first, we'll gather outside later!" The human said and ran away, mixing with a crowd of tourists.

Baisu lazily hummed, then spread out a piece of red cloth, and put the other in his pocket.

Anyway, the monks here will finish when they sell out, and they won't care whether you have written or not, or take the red cloth strips to other places.

——Only the red cloth that is hung on the banyan tree of Fuzhao Temple and written with prayers is effective.

Therefore, it is useless to take the red cloth strip away, and it may even attract bad things.

It's not easy to point to ordinary humans, but Baisu thinks that he might be able to wait for a takeaway meal.

Standing in front of the table, Baisu held the brush and leaned slightly.

To be honest, he can't write calligraphy.

The original human can't, and he hasn't learned it, so it's not bad to ask him to draw ghost symbols.

Pressing the penholder twice with her fingertips, rubbing against the smooth surface, Baisu confirmed something and raised her head slightly.

"Is the material of the penholder the banyan tree?" he asked the monk sitting by the table.

The monk who had dozed off at first woke up from his drowsiness when he heard the question. He touched his bald head and nodded: "Yes, you guessed very well."

The monk asked Baisu how he found it, but before Baisu could answer, he introduced the pens and inks used in their temple, which were all self-made, and the materials used were also taken from the temple. outside world.

"The banyan tree used for the pen holder and the animals raised in the temple are also used for the brush hair." After the monk introduced, before sitting back to doze off, he gave Baisu a suggestion, "It is best to write the signature on it when writing prayers, so that It will come to fruition sooner.”

Seeing Baisu looking at him, the monk explained, "This will make it easier for the Buddha to find you quickly."

find you".

Baisu didn't think it would be a good thing to be found.

Seeing the monk sitting back to sleep lightly, and the people queuing up behind him urging him a little, Baisu picked up his pen.

As mentioned before, he is not good at writing with a brush, and he doesn't have any specific wishes, but with the postures set up, Baisu only wrote two strokes.

Some animal's hair was stained with black ink, and the tip of the pen was scratched on the red cloth, drawing a zigzag line.

The people behind Baisu waited anxiously, and the male tourist stood on tiptoe, trying to peek at what Baisu wrote with his own height.

The human gaze just passed over the shoulder of the black-haired youth, and they saw a few strange symbols.

Just when the male tourist wanted to observe carefully, he saw the ink marks of those strange symbols swimming, and suddenly his eyes went dark, and his ears buzzed.

After finishing writing, Bai Li folded the red cloth, and just as he stood up straight, he heard a commotion from the crowd behind him.

He turned around and saw that the eyes of the male tourist behind him were dull, his mouth opened and closed mechanically, and he fell back stiffly, crushing him.

"...Hurry up, someone here has fainted!"

The tourists at the back hurriedly pulled out the innocent man who was pinned down. As for the male tourist who was obviously lost, monks soon gathered to check the situation.

They laid the male tourist flat, opened the other's eyelids, pinched his cheeks, and even listened to the heartbeat.

All the signs of life are normal, but the male tourist seems to be possessed, his mind is blurred, and he does not respond no matter how others shout.

Not long after, the companion of the male tourist squeezed through the crowd and followed the monk for a while, but couldn't wake up the male tourist.

The monk had no choice but to say: "Then you can carry him with me to the place where people live in the back, and I will ask the abbot what to do."

The monk said that the abbot might have a way to relieve the nightmare, and if it really didn't work, he would send him down the mountain.

The companions of the male tourist agreed again and again, and they worked together to carry the male tourist away.

When the people walked away, Baisu heard some humans whispering.

"It's great, they can meet the abbot of Fuzhao Temple like this."

Baisu glanced at the speaker.

What a... distorted thought.

(End of this chapter)