Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

Chen Ze stayed where he was for a while, and finally left the laboratory quietly.

Shi Mingxin's cell phone has been tampered with by him, as soon as that mysterious call comes in, Chen Ze will know immediately.

So he didn't intend to follow Shi Mingxin at any time, but wanted to do some research on this temple first.

After all, according to the rules in the call records, most of the mysterious calls came in at night, and Chen Ze happened to be doing other things during the day.

"Now I want to use true love to buy me, buy me—come back!"

"Love is not what you want to buy, you can buy it if you want!".
Shi Mingxin's male duck voice echoed in the bathroom for a long time, but the only listener had already left.

Outside the secret room, inside the temple complex in front of the mountain.

There are still people coming and going here, and the curling incense rises from different hands and gathers together, like a slowly moving vast sea of ​​fog.

"Aunt." At the edge of the crowd, Chen Ze suddenly stopped a middle-aged aunt.

The middle-aged aunt was in a hurry, still holding a thick stick of incense in her hand, she was about to detour impatiently, but suddenly stopped in place.

Chen Ze added the question at the right time: "Are there so many people here every day?"

"There are still many people here?" The aunt looked at Chen Ze with the expression of her son-in-law, and the joy on her face became more and more intense.

"That's not much!"

"If it's a holiday, there will be so many people that you can't even squeeze in!"

"Aunt, do you come here often?" Chen Ze seemed to be speaking with a local accent.

"Yeah, it's so cool here!" Auntie said in a mouthful of hot plastic mandarin,

"I'm here to say goodbye to my daughter!"

"Handsome, where are you from! What do you belong to, and what do you do?"

"It's so clever!" Chen Ze hurriedly interrupted with a question.

"Of course!" The aunt was full of piety, solemnly holding incense in both hands, and bowed far away in the direction of the main hall.

"I have to come here three times in a row, and each time I have this incense, it's all very particular, me."

Seeing Chen Ze's nonchalant expression, the aunt was so familiar, she added affirmatively,

"You young man, don't believe me. Let me tell you, those rich people also come here to pay their respects. I know quite a few of them!"

"Look, this place was built." Aunt pointed to the solemn and solemn buildings around,

"Those people came and offered to donate money to build it!"

"If it doesn't work, are they willing to pay?"

Chen Ze looked around and saw that this place was indeed well repaired, so he was noncommittal.

Afterwards, Taoism was lifted, and Chen Ze blended into the crowd and disappeared.

But the aunt who stayed at the place had stars in her eyes, and suddenly saw the incense in her hand, and hurriedly crowded the ground to line up.

Chen Ze was able to navigate among the crowd with ease, even more slippery than a loach, he walked around everywhere.

He had to admit that there was some truth in what the aunt said, the popularity of the place was so high that even a brick in the corner was pledged.

Going around all the way, Chen Ze arrived in front of the Daxiong Palace.

The flow of people is strictly limited here, so it is barely too crowded.

At the door is a stone sculpture of Bixi carrying a stone tablet. It is said that touching it can bring good luck.

Whether it's true or not, Chen Ze doesn't know, but the pilgrims who come and go should believe it.

At least the head of this bixi stone sculpture is almost bald.

There are three Buddha statues enshrined in the hall.

The Maitreya Buddha in the middle is in the main position, with his chest exposed and his belly open, smiling all the time.

The golden paint on the body is slightly mottled, which brings just the right kindness. Although the whole Buddha statue is high above, it does not feel much alienation.

In front of the Buddha is a three-legged bronze incense burner with a high roof and a tower. The green smoke is floating and lingering. It looks like this Maitreya Buddha is swallowing clouds and mist.

Chen Ze stepped forward and inserted a small incense stick bought for [-] cents on the street.

There are some thick "big guys" on the side, so the incense that Chen Ze inserted seems a bit out of place.

At this time, an old monk happened to pass by. Chen Ze folded his hands and turned sideways to stop him.

"Master, will I embarrass my Buddha by doing this?"

The old monk who was stopped was a little surprised, and raised his hand to return the salute.
"What does the benefactor mean by this?"

Seeing his extraordinary bearing, Chen Ze deliberately said a few more words,

"My incense is thin and short, and I am very afraid that the Buddha will blame me."

"Hahaha"

As soon as these words came out, the people around laughed.

Even the old monk in cassock laughed,

"The donor is really humorous. It's not about the length of the incense but the shortness of the incense, but the heart."

"When the mind comes, the Buddha will naturally understand."

"That's it." Chen Ze suddenly changed the topic,
"The realm of the Buddha is really high. It just so happens that I still have more intentions to express, and I don't know what to do?"

"What does the benefactor mean?"

"I want to donate a new temple to you."

"Amitabha." The old monk solemnly said the Buddha's name,

"Sir, please come with me."

Chen Ze kept up as he said, and the people around him nodded in praise.

"Admiration with joy."

"Admiration with joy."

"Young man is lucky."
Chen Ze's ears were very sharp, and he vaguely heard these people talking about the old monk, as if his status was not low.

Following the old monk all the way to the outside of the hall, Chen Ze looked around. This is a backyard that is not open to ordinary pilgrims.

"Amitabha." Under the ancient Bodhi tree, the old monk raised his hand, and the old cassock followed suit.

"Sir, please sit down."

At hand is a set of weather-beaten stone tables and chairs.

"Master, please sit down too." Chen Ze sat down on his buttocks.

And the old monk also sat upright, with a straight body,

"The old monk's name is Mingxing, and he lives in the abbot of Nanhua Temple. Does the donor intend to make offerings?"

"So it's Master Abbot, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Chen Ze heard the old monk speak in a polite manner, and his status was indeed extraordinary.

"Oh, that's how it is." Chen Ze explained earnestly, and did not use Taoism recklessly.
"I heard that seeking a child here is very effective, is it true?"

"Sincerity leads to spirit, I dare not guarantee it." Ming Xing answered without leaking anything.

"Oh." Chen Ze turned to talk about the reason of the matter,
"I have a friend."

"...Anyway, he said that if he can really find a child, it's not impossible to donate a temple for you."

Chen Ze bit the words related to seeking a child very hard, and his eyes were full of meaning.

But Mingxing was unmoved after listening for a while, as if he didn't understand Chen Ze's implication at all.
"The benefactor has taken pictures."

"Whether it is possible to find an heir will have its own fate, and its own fate, no one can say for sure."

Chen Ze was not surprised by Ming Xing's answer.

If it was so simple to tell a stranger the truth, it would make him feel unreal.

And considering Shi Mingxin's weird memory and behavior pattern, the secret hidden in Nanhua Temple may be related to him.

So Chen Ze didn't intend to catch a monk rashly and use Taoism to induce him to interrogate him, let alone attack the abbot of Nanhua Temple directly.

It's not too late to wait and see before making plans.

"That's it." Chen Ze said cheerfully with a face of indifference,
"I was the one who was abrupt, the abbot don't mind."

Ming Xing still showed no signs of anger or emotion, and responded humbly,

"Where is the donor, I don't know"

thump thump thump.
At this time, a rush of footsteps approached, and Chen Ze looked around.

It turned out that a group of muscular monks passed by in a hurry, most of them looked anxious. At this time, seeing Mingxing seemed to come up to say hello, but the latter shook his head slightly and stopped his footsteps.

The few leaders glanced at Chen Ze, as if they understood something, and continued on their way without stopping.

All these small movements were seen by Chen Ze.

This monk is too fucking strong!

It's the kind of sturdiness that even a monk's robe can't cover, and its temperament is also different from ordinary people.

"Abbot, do you still have monks here?" Chen Ze jokingly withdrew his eyes.

"Amitabha." Ming Xing's tone remained the same, but the speed of his speech seemed to be a beat slower.
"The benefactor is joking, we are not Shaolin Temple, and we don't have monks."

"Oh." Chen Ze changed his sitting position, and said in a wealthy tone,
"I thought you monks knew how to practice martial arts? What's the matter?"

Chen Ze scratched his ears and cheeks,
"Oh!"

"Yi Jin Jing, right? Is what you practice called Yi Jin Jing?"

"Amitabha." Mingxing's Buddha's name seemed to be chanted a little too frequently.

"Sponsor, we are not like those in the movies, we are all ordinary monks."

"Sorry, hahahaha" Chen Ze got up and performed a Buddhist salute that would make the Leshan Giant Buddha stand up in anger.

"I'm bothering you, abbot, like this, I'll ask my friend when I go back, and then come to you again?"

"Amitabha." Mingxing stood up, took out a smartphone from nowhere,

"The benefactor is too polite. The old monk is always in the temple. The benefactor can add a WeChat account to facilitate contact."

Although adding WeChat doesn't match the current atmosphere, Chen Ze still added friends by scanning the QR code.

"Then I'll go back first, Abbot."

"The benefactor walks slowly.".
Chen Ze returned the same way under Ming Xing's watch, and his figure disappeared in the Daxiong Palace.

Then, only half a minute later, Chen Ze had left the crowd and appeared on the canopy of an ancient bodhi tree beside the backyard.

Wrapped in spiritual consciousness, even if a monk passed by under the tree, he couldn't notice Chen Ze at all.

Chen Ze gazed into the distance and saw that Mingxing did not act abnormally, so he followed back to the Daxiong Palace to welcome other pilgrims.

What happened to the team of monks just now?
Chen Ze had roughly figured out the architectural layout of Nanhua Temple before.

The group of monks should be going in the direction of the back mountain.

Houshan Chen Ze pondered.

Nanhua Temple is built on the mountain, and the public buildings are all in front of the mountain.

However, Houshan could not find any information, and it was not open to the public.

The underground laboratory of Shi Mingxin is in the back mountain, but it is not deep, and it is very close to the temple complex.

whoosh-

Chen Ze's figure disappeared immediately, and the old tree remained in place, not even losing half of its leaves.

The back mountain was quite big, so Chen Ze quickly caught up with the group of monks who were still marching in the mountain.

Although he had long suspected that there were some secrets hidden in the back mountain, but to be on the safe side, and because he had no clue, Chen Ze never made a rash move.

It is a good opportunity to follow this group of people at this time.

The back mountain is like the scenery in other Lingnan areas, the vegetation is tall and dense, which constitutes a great obstacle to the line of sight, even Chen Ze can barely keep up with the traces of people.

This group of people seemed to be walking along a path hidden in the forest, and their feet were fast.

After about ten minutes, the group of people stopped somewhere in a low-lying terrain.

This is halfway up the mountain, and there are dense forests in the front, back, left, and right, but there are a few people waiting here.

"Let go of me! Let go of me!"

"You bird people, give me back my child, give me back my child!".
There were three or five people in total, one of them was caught and couldn't move, but he was swearing.

This man was dressed in a Hailan House business suit, aged three to forty years old, and the people surrounding him were all dressed as monks, and their muscles were bigger and bigger.

"Just him?" Among the group of monks who came from Qianshan, the leader asked out of the crowd.

"Only one person." Another monk replied.

"It's okay, he didn't find a place." Another monk added.

Hearing this, the group of people who came over breathed a sigh of relief, and they escorted the middle-aged man to move together.

Chen Ze had a panoramic view of all these details and sounds.

He doesn't talk about Clairvoyance and Shunfeng Er now, but it's not too far away.

After following for a while, Chen Ze found that the group of people were heading in the direction of Qianshan.

They seem to be going back to the temple.

What the hell is going on? Where did this person want to go but he couldn't find a place?
Although Chen Ze had listened to all the conversations before and after, this group of people was different from the TV dramas, and they wouldn't just talk to themselves and reveal important clues and be overheard.

Seeing this group of people getting closer and closer to the front mountain, Chen Ze, who was flying in the sky, couldn't stand it any longer.

Turning over the palm, a self-made charm has been caught between the fingers.

Chen Ze calculated the distance, flicked his fingers, and shot the spell downward.

The talisman sank soundlessly into the jungle like a drop of water into the sea.

A moment later, the roar of the tiger exploded, completely breaking the peace of the forest.

"Hoo ho ho ho--"

The roar of the beast was low and unassuming, but exuded a domineering aura from the inside out.

Many muscular monks almost fell to the ground, and they all supported the tree trunks and shrubs next to them.

"what sound!"

"what happened!".
The roar came and went quickly, but when all the monks came back to their senses, they found that there was one person missing beside them.

It was the middle-aged man who was detained by them.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

At this time, in another similar dense forest, the wild spokesperson of Hailan House was running away in a panic.

Although his courage is commendable, his physical shortcomings due to lack of exercise have completely hindered him.

Several times he almost fell down, but somehow he stood up suddenly, even he himself didn't understand what was going on.

Only Chen Ze who was quietly following behind him was full of helplessness and felt that he was not much different from the nanny.

Just now, while everyone was dazzled by the beast roar spell, Chen Ze snatched the uncle and threw him into the dense forest thousands of meters away.

It is very close to the foot of the mountain, and you can easily run out with a little guidance.

It's just a pity that this uncle's sense of direction is frighteningly poor, and Chen Ze escorted him all the way so that he managed to run out of the woods.

It's almost time for me to show up
Chen Ze stared at the uncle's back and his heart moved. Suddenly, his figure flashed, and he overtook the car on a curve and came far in front of the uncle.

"Ouch!"

Without the secret help, the uncle just came out of the woods and fell into a big somersault.

After he rubbed his butt and stood up, he saw a gurgling brook in front of him.

The stream water is clear and clear, and the bottom can be seen at a glance, and fish and shrimps stir up waves from time to time.

But the most eye-catching thing is not the scenery, but a figure by the stream. (end of this chapter)