Comprehensive film and television: Passerby A, she is beautiful and cool

Qin Changsheng and Li Lianhua stood in front of a temple.

The temple is not big. It is built on a high mountain. It is surrounded by clouds and mist, hidden by trees, and has long layers. Looking down from above, everyone here can be seen clearly.

There are a lot of people coming to pray.

They walked up the steps in front of the temple and saw the towering hall at a glance.

It looked like the Buddha's light was shining everywhere, and there was nothing unusual.

People came and went, lining up to see Master Huisheng.

No matter how sad the pilgrims looked when they entered, when they came out, they all had rosy complexions and smiling faces.

Qin Changsheng smacked his lips and said, "This master has chosen a good Dharma name."

Li Lianhua nodded in agreement.

There are many pilgrims in the temple, and the monks are all very busy. The temple opens once every half a month, so it's no wonder that they have been trying to find a way in for a long time, and they need an invitation to be allowed into the temple.

"The temple is full of hidden dangers, so be careful."

Li Lianhua said, "Among the pilgrims who come to worship, there must be someone who knows the Zhao couple. Be careful not to be exposed and try not to reveal your identity."

Li Lianhua took out a signal cigarette from her bosom and handed it to Qin Changsheng: "Light it if you encounter danger, and I will come to rescue you."

Qin Changsheng nodded obediently, took the signal cigarette, and put it away carefully.

As the two stood at the doorway and talked, most of the pilgrims had already handed in their invitations and entered. A young monk stepped forward and reminded them, "Two donors, please don't miss the auspicious time to enter the temple. Do you have invitations? If not, please come back next time."

Qin Changsheng said hurriedly, "Of course there is." Then he took out the invitation from his sleeve and said, "Little Master, this is our invitation."

It was clearly written on it: Zhao Dahai, Cui Jinlan.

The monk took the invitation and looked at the names on it, seeming a little incredulous. "Are you Zhao Dahai and Cui Jinlan?"

Li Lianhua looked frail and sickly, with no trace of blood on his face and a tall and thin figure.

He was wearing a coarse white shirt, with a distinct curve around his waist, like a piece of tough bamboo drawn with one stroke.

It really doesn't match the name Zhao Dahai. Qin Changsheng poked the young man's lower back inconspicuously, indicating that he should say something, but he was discovered before he even got in.

Li Lianhua was a little embarrassed: "Ahem, I've been weak and sickly since I was a child. My family hopes that I will live as long as the sea, so they gave me this name."

The young monk nodded: "I understand."

Then he turned his head and looked at Qin Changsheng, who smiled brightly: "Needless to say, I am a kind-hearted and elegant woman."

The young monk sneered, "Then please come in quickly, both of you."

The two followed the crowd into the temple, and what caught their eyes was the statue of the god in the main hall. It looked as kind as ever, but unfortunately it didn't know that it had become the nourishment for the evildoers.

They looked around cautiously, and saw a spacious and bright hall. There were people waiting in groups of three or four, almost all in pairs, and it seemed that they were all couples. The hall was brightly lit, and there were floor lamps everywhere that looked like blooming children.

It is very weird, but none of the pilgrims who come here think so. Instead, they are all smiling happily.

As Qin Changsheng carefully surveyed her surroundings, channeling her inner energy to suppress the discomfort the large Buddha statue in the hall brought her, Li Lianhua suddenly leaned over and whispered in her ear, "This is for you."

The palms and backs of the hands are pressed together, and the breath is warm, almost imperceptible next to the ears.

Qin Changsheng was stunned for a moment when something appeared in his hand. He squeezed it in his palm, tilted his head, blinked, and asked, "What is it?"

“Chili powder.”

As soon as they entered, they attracted a lot of attention. Some were curious, some were amazed, but more were greedy looks. They were afraid that she would be in danger and had no means to save her life, so they prepared this for her in advance. This could at least delay her for a while. They were going to give it to her at the door, but they were interrupted, so they had to come in and give it to her.

Qin Changsheng scratched the palm of his hand through the cover of his sleeve to show his understanding.

Li Lianhua's fingertips trembled, and she almost pulled her hand back in embarrassment.