I really don't want to be a disaster

Qingdu.

In front of the Peace Temple.

Yi Lin honestly went to buy a ticket.

Anyway, the money is not earned by itself.

Not distressed.

But Miao Miao, Ju'er, and Butter three people refused to go in anyway.

They said in unison that the evil spirit in the Buddhist temple is heavy and unlucky.

The reactions of the three of them did not exceed Yi Lin's expectations. . .

After staying in Beiju Luzhou for so many years, he didn't know the habits of the monster race.

It can be said that it is a deadly enemy with Buddhism, born with it.

But Xuanci's reaction took Yi Lin a little by surprise.

"Buy me one."

Xuanci calmly stretched out his hand to Yi Lin, asking for a tour ticket.

Yi Lin gave Xuanci a surprised look, without asking any further questions, and handed over the ticket; at the same time, he took off the chrysanthemum bracelet and let Miaomiao bite it in her mouth.

After letting the two nannies cool down and play by themselves, Yi Lin led Xuan Ci, kept their duty and discipline, and lined up to enter the Peace Temple.

After a hundred years, Ping'an Temple has become a famous tourist attraction.

But what made this Ping'an Temple famous was not that the legends had been handed down, but simply because the temple was old enough.

It is said that the Ping'an Temple has a history of nearly 1000 years. It has survived through ups and downs, dynasty changes, natural disasters and wars.

This "ancient" alone gives people enough reasons to enjoy the so-called "blessing".

Among the tourists, Yi Lin accidentally ran into several foreign young women whom she met on the boat.

It's just that Yi Lin has changed back to her original appearance now, and they didn't recognize Yi Lin for a while.

……

In the courtyard, incense is flourishing and guests are in an endless stream.

Xuanci asked Yi Lin for some pocket money, went to the incense shop nearby, bought three sticks of incense, lined up in front of the huge incense burner, and silently offered incense.

"You wait for me here, and I'll be back when I go."

At first, Yi Lin was worried that Xuanci's identity as a monster would be recognized, so she stayed where she was for a while.But until Xuanci finished offering incense, none of the Buddhist disciples coming and going could recognize Xuanci's true identity, so they felt relieved.

The Ping'an Temple covers a large area, and there are many large and small meditation halls connected by antique and fragrant corridors.

A hundred years ago, Yi Lin came here.

But in the past hundred years, Ping'an Temple has undergone several repairs, and the inner structure has undergone many changes.

It's just that it doesn't matter, Yi Lin closed her eyes, let go of her perception, and soon found her destination.

"Ok?"

When Yi Lin released his perception, he couldn't help frowning, and looked down at the well-groomed lawn on the ground.

After a while, Yi Lin smiled slightly: "I didn't expect that... whatever, let's treat each other with courtesy."

……

10 minute later.

Yi Lin came to the deepest meditation hall in the Peace Temple.

"Du-duk-duk-"

The meditation hall still uses the oldest structure of paper windows and sandalwood doors.

From the crack of the door, a scent of sandalwood drifted into Yi Lin's nose.

The "sandalwood" burned by Buddhism has always been blessed by eminent monks and Dharma, and it has the effect of restraining demons, demons and ghosts.

For ordinary humans, it has the effect of calming the mind and calming the mind.

So this Buddhist sandalwood smells differently in the noses of the monster race.This is what Miaomiao, Ju'er, and Butter said about "bad energy".

It's just that Yi Lin's bloodline is a little special.

He is not a traditional demon.

His bloodline is not even from this world.

Yi Lin didn't feel any discomfort, on the contrary, she felt relaxed and happy, and her heart was as calm as water.

Demons and demons cannot be generalized.

"Cough cough."

Here, it is not open to tourists.

But Yi Lin still came.

The process doesn't matter.

He coughed twice, and knocked on the door with his fingers.

"Monster Taiyi, please see the master."

Yi Lin took the initiative to report her name.

He even took the initiative to report the identity of the Yaozu.

So far, he felt that there was no need to hide it. He was upright and upright.

When Yi Lin spoke, an old voice came from inside without much fluctuation.

"Taiyi benefactor, please come in."

"That would be a crime."

Yi Lin pushed the door open and entered.

In the empty meditation hall, there is a mottled Buddha statue.

The material of the Buddha statue is the simplest bronze.

On the Buddha statue, there are spots of rust, showing traces of the changes of the years.

An old monk with an old face and a long white beard was sitting cross-legged on a futon. In front of him was a dark red wooden fish.

"I came here uninvited, I hope the master will forgive me."

"The benefactor came with doubts in his heart. In this case, all who come are guests."

The old monk opened his eyes, and there was a cloudy death gray in those eyes.

Yi Lin took off her hat, and with a flick of her hand, the hat floated outside the door and hung on the top of a tree.

"Master Chunhan?"

"It's the poor monk."

"I want to find someone."

"Donor, please speak."

"Master can't guess?"

"Ask the world, who dares to say that they know everything? Poor monks, ordinary monks, dare not make wild guesses."

"I'm looking for Chunzhen."

"Sure enough." Chunhan stood up, turned around and walked to the row of candlesticks in front of the Buddha statue, and twisted lightly under the ninth candlestick.

Rumble.

The wall shook, and the wall behind the portrait of an angry Arhat was pushed back, revealing a secret door.

Master Chunhan stood by the door, clasped his hands together: "What the benefactor is looking for is inside."

This demeanor has a bit of "please enter the urn".

Yi Lin frowned: "It's not him inside."

Chunhan smiled slightly: "Taiyi Benefactor, what you are looking for is not Senior Brother Chunzhen."

"Oh? Please don't make riddles, thank you." Yi Lin clasped her hands together, very politely.

"The benefactor asks for an 'answer'."

Yi Lin was taken aback for a moment, then smiled lightly: "Okay, I understand."

……

Behind the door, there are steps down.

On both sides, bright candles are lit.

It was obviously a basement with a mysterious atmosphere, but the candles full of candles gave Yi Lin a sense of integrity.

Yi Lin was very calm, and walked down the stairs in a circle.

At the end, there is still a closed meditation hall.

There was no unexpected reason for Yi Lin, it was very simple.

When he released his perception, he discovered this basement.

Previously, there was no basement here.

Now, his spiritual attribute has broken through the double lock and reached the "legendary" state. Once he senses it, he can almost cover the entire Qingdu, let alone a mere Ping'an Temple.

In front of the legendary spirit apostle, there are no secrets.

At this level, when the mind power is released, it can no longer be simply called "perception".

In more technical terms, this is called "transparency".

In front of the legendary spiritual apostle, under the shroud of thought power, the world is transparent.

……

In the underground meditation hall, the lights are brightly lit.

The walls are covered with pure wood, and candlesticks are lit with bright candles.

In this underground meditation hall, Yi Lin could even feel the air flow.

It seems that there is ventilation equipment here.

Otherwise, with so many candles burning together, without ventilation equipment, the people inside would have been suffocated to death.

In the empty meditation hall, there is a withered "person".

Yes, Yi Lin used "person" to describe the emaciated old monk in front of her.

From top to bottom, there was almost no flesh, and he was as thin as a skeleton.The sunken eye sockets and cheekbones made the old monk look like a corpse.

The old monk's breath was extremely weak, if Yi Lin hadn't entered into the "transparent" touch, maybe he would have ignored that weak breath.

As the saying goes, do as the Romans do.

Yi Lin is a polite demon.

In front of the old monk, there is a futon.

The futon was covered with ashes.

I don't know how many years, no one patronizes.

He walked up to the old monk and didn't dislike it. He knelt down on the futon covered with thick dust with a calm expression and put his hands together.

"Yaozu Taiyi, I have seen Zen Master Tianxin."

Kakaka.

The old monk who was motionless, like a corpse, suddenly moved when he heard the words.

When he moved, his whole body made a crisp sound of bones rubbing against each other.