Folk Card Maker: Starting from Painted Skin.

Chapter 228 Lanruo Temple

Zhang Jingtian glanced at the old man in front of him and silently used a spell card.

In the old man's sight, Zhang Jingtian seemed to snap his fingers casually, and then a small flame appeared on his hand.

Seeing this scene, the old man almost knelt down in front of Zhang Jingtian: "You, you are not an ordinary person! We are finally saved!"

After hearing what the old man said, Zhang Jingtian quickly helped him up and then asked softly:
"Old man, you still haven't told me what happened in this city that made you so scared. At night, every household actually locked their doors. Is it because ghosts will appear here at night?"

Hearing Zhang Jingtian's words, the old man shuddered immediately, and then revealed a nervous and frightened expression:

"Yes, you guessed it right. At night, the entire Lanruo Temple is full of ghosts! Anyone who dares to go out will be killed by those ghosts!"

However, when Zhang Jingtian heard this, he felt that it was a bit unreasonable.

"If that's the case, can't those ghosts even open the door? If they want to kill you, they can just break in!"

The old man next to him seemed to be stumped by Zhang Jingtian's question. He opened his mouth, but suddenly didn't know what to say.

After a moment, the old man spoke:

"Well, maybe it's because the door god is protecting us!"

"Door God?" Zhang Jingtian didn't expect that another door god would appear, but it was obvious that he couldn't get anything valuable from this old man.

The whole city came alive again during the day, and everyone resumed their normal lives as if what happened at night had never happened.

Zhang Jingtian walked on the street, feeling an unreal sense of disconnection.

These people clearly know that there are ghosts and evil spirits in this place, but they try to cover their ears and steal the bell, deceiving themselves that as long as they close the door, nothing will happen.

But what shocked him the most was that they actually succeeded, as if as long as they closed the door at night, they could pretend nothing had happened.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jingtian shook his head, his heart full of doubts.

It seems that if you want to know what happened here, you can only wait until night and go to Lanruo Temple in person to see it.

Lanruo Temple is the largest and oldest building in the city. When everyone heard that Zhang Jingtian was going to Lanruo Temple, they all enthusiastically led the way for Zhang Jingtian.

“If outsiders come to our place and don’t visit Lanruo Temple, it would be a wasted trip.”

Zhang Jingtian couldn't help but ask after hearing what they said, "Is it because the wishes made at Lanruo Temple are very effective?"

The people around him laughed immediately after hearing what Zhang Jingtian said:
"Of course, that's not just ordinary efficacy, it can be said that every wish will be granted!"

"I made a wish to have a child last year, and I didn't expect to be pregnant this year."

The woman said proudly, holding her belly.

After hearing this, Zhang Jingtian couldn't help but chuckle and said, "This actually has nothing to do with making a wish. If you find a man, you will naturally get pregnant."

The pregnant woman shook her head:
"I don't have a man. I just don't want to marry a man, so I made a wish to have a child! Isn't it amazing? After I made the wish, I really got pregnant. So this must be God helping me!"

Many people nodded. When Zhang Jingtian heard their wishes, he realized that most of the wishes they made were impossible to fulfill, some even wishing for the resurrection of the dead.

But unexpectedly, all these wishes came true.

At that moment, Zhang Jingtian was shocked.

He suddenly understood why the people in this city believed in Lanruo Temple so much.

Because to ordinary people, this Lanruo Temple is no different from a god who grants every wish.

But as a card maker, Zhang Jingtian instinctively suspected that Lanruo Temple wasn't a deity at all, but a monster. The wishes it granted came at a price, and the night parade of ghosts after dark was probably one of those prices.

Zhang Jingtian walked through the crowd and finally arrived at the gate of Lanruo Temple.

Just like most temples here, you can receive incense for free.

Zhang Jingtian did not take any incense. After entering, he asked the monk in front of him with a clear goal:

"Can I meet your host?"

Hearing Zhang Jingtian's words, the monk just gave an understanding smile.

"Of course, answering questions and solving problems is something our host is very good at."

After saying this, the monk immediately made a gesture of invitation, and then took Zhang Jingtian and walked towards the depths of the temple.

Along the way, Zhang Jingtian saw many monks and countless pilgrims.

People burn incense, worship Buddha, ring bells and meditate. It looks no different from a normal temple.

The monk then brought Zhang Jingtian to a somewhat shabby red door.

He smiled slightly, took Zhang Jingtian's hand and pressed it on the red door.

After a moment, Zhang Jingtian heard a friendly voice coming from behind the door:

"Please come in!"

Zhang Jingtian walked into the red gate, and the monk who led the way had disappeared.

Behind the door, there is only a Buddha statue.

Although Zhang Jingtian himself did not believe these, he felt that the Buddha statue looked very unfamiliar, at least it was not the Buddha he had heard of before.

In front of the Buddha statue, sitting there running errands was a monk who was about three meters tall, with a belly that looked like it could hold a big pot and skin that was so wrinkled that it looked like it was glued together.

Something like this looks like a piece of fat.

Zhang Jingtian could never have imagined that this would be the host he was looking for.

The lump of fat slowly opened its eyes, and its shrewd eyeballs turned around and looked at Zhang Jingtian:
"You seem surprised that I'm here."

Zhang Jingtian nodded: "Yes, I didn't expect you to look like this."

The host casually said, "Cultivate your character, whatever it is. The Buddha doesn't mind."

After saying that, the host turned around and dragged out a huge plate from behind. On the plate was a huge pig's trotter.

The host took a bite and the aroma of oil filled the air. Zhang Jingtian couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

The host licked his lips and laughed:

"Are you wondering why monks don't abstain from meat and fish? Because our Buddha doesn't mind."

The host then placed his big, greasy hand on Zhang Jingtian's shoulder.

It was just a light slap, but the force seemed to shatter Zhang Jingtian's bones, causing him to shiver all over.

No, Zhang Jingtian even felt that his mental strength was shattered a little by this palm.

(End of this chapter)