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No one has won a game, and I can't feel good. I heard that the novice players have strong cards, but this is too strong and can't be played!

Qiu Ming wished he could slap himself and make you feel bad. He insisted on doing poker. It would be great to recite scriptures honestly. I see if you will still be proud of it in the future!

Jiechen and Jiecha are still a little unsatisfied, and this Yezi drama is quite interesting.

When he returned to the room, Qiu Ming knocked on Ermuyu for a while before calming down to recite the scriptures. He could already recite a lot of things with a stuttering heart. After understanding the meaning, it was indeed easier to remember a lot.

According to Qiu Ming's estimate, if he recites this way every day, he will be able to recite it proficiently within three days.

But the three of them didn't pay attention when they were fighting against Landlords. The sun sets in the west and the hall becomes much darker, as if a layer of black shadows are spreading on the Bodhisattva's face.

Under the statue of the Buddha in the temple, there is a black space, and a gray-black figure lies there, motionless. Suddenly, it opened its eyes, and its eyes dripped in circles, and it turned out to be a gray mouse bigger than a cat.

It seemed to feel that the seal had a slight looseness. Perhaps it could summon some people to help it break the seal and get out of trouble.

Humph, it just drank a little oil from the lamp in front of the Buddha, and it was going to be suppressed here for a hundred years! If it doesn't accept it, it won't be detained here for a hundred years!

squeak

When the sound came out, some ordinary mice nearby seemed to be summoned, either digging holes from the mountains and drilling here, or running directly along the steps to the mountains.

Mu Yu's voice suddenly stopped. Qiu Ming opened his eyes blankly. He seemed to have heard something just now, which made his originally calm heart suddenly confused.

But when he listened carefully, he didn't hear anything.

Strange, is it an illusion?

Qiu Ming shook his head and continued to memorize the scriptures. It was impossible for him to get in touch with more scriptures before he could recite this scripture skillfully. He wanted to know if there were some magical scriptures in this small temple.

Jie Chi was cleaning the yard, and the broom in his hand suddenly stopped. Why did he feel a little palpitation? He looked at the hall and it was time to light the candlestick in front of the Bodhisattva.

Jie Chen was sitting quietly in the room. There was a dim oil lamp on the table in front of him. The flames suddenly turned tilted. Jie Chen opened his eyes and looked left and right. The doors and windows were closed. Why did he suddenly feel a gust of wind?

...

One night passed, and Qiu Ming got up early in the morning, moved his hands and feet, washed his face and rinsed his mouth, and then carried two empty buckets down the mountain to fetch water.

When he was in school, he never got up early unless he was to play basketball. It was probably less than five o'clock now.

Perhaps because of his proficiency, Qiu Ming's pace of going down the mountain was faster than usual. But when he was halfway up the mountain, he saw a sedan chair carried by four people walking up the mountain.

Qiu Ming's eyes met those eight eyes, and both saw a curious look in the other person's eyes.

The four sedan chair servants found it strange that a new monk came to the temple. They followed the master to burn incense before, but they seemed to have never seen it before.

Qiu Ming felt that the person sitting in the sedan chair must be stupid. Such a small temple that only worships Guanyin Bodhisattva is worth coming early in the morning?

Perhaps I came from a very far place, because there was no such rich man in this small village at the foot of the mountain.

No wonder Qiu Ming felt that there were no pilgrims in this small temple at all, and he didn’t have to worry about food and clothing. It turned out that there were such rich pilgrims.

After getting to the pool and filling it with water, Qiu Ming started climbing the mountain.

Qiu Ming counted carefully when he went down the mountain and found that there were 365 steps in total. I don’t know if it was a coincidence.

It can be roughly calculated from the height of each step that is about 20 centimeters. This hill is about 100 meters high, which is equivalent to about 30 floors.

Now he felt that his physical strength had been greatly improved. Not to mention carrying two large buckets of water to climb thirty stories, he would have to rest a few times even if he had to use his hands empty-handed.

But now he was silently reciting the Heart Sutra while climbing the mountain, and he felt that he could climb to the top of the mountain in one breath.

In less than half an hour, Qiu Ming caught up with the sedan chair. The four sedan chairmen were wide open. The little monk was carrying two buckets of water, and he could catch up with them in front of the top of the mountain?

But the little monk seemed to be muttering something. Do you also have to recite scriptures when carrying water? He is really worthy of being a monk from this temple, just being diligent.

Two buckets of water were poured into the jar, and Qiu Ming said to Jie Chen, who was cleaning the courtyard: "Senior Brother Jie Chen, there is a pilgrim going up the mountain. Do you need to prepare some things?"

Just a pilgrim, do you need to prepare anything? Jie Chen continued to clean the courtyard, and seemed to have not heard Qiu Ming's words at all.

Qiu Ming had no choice but to tell Jie Chi about this matter again. Perhaps Jie Chi had treated this pilgrim. He wanted to talk to the pilgrim and ask what the world outside the mountain looked like. If he had time, he wanted to go outside to see it.

The pilgrim went up the mountain, but Qiu Ming didn't go to pick up the second water. It would be the same if he went there after breakfast, so as not to miss the pilgrim.

The curtain was lifted open, and a man in a purple robe came down. Qiu Ming raised his eyebrows. This villain who looked like a traitor in the movie could definitely play a big villain like a traitor. He didn't need to put on makeup, and exuded this temperament from the inside out.

"My little master Jie Chi, I, Hu Han, are here to burn incense again. Hey, who is this master?" Hu Han saw Qiu Ming in front of him. He had never seen him before. He came to this small temple to burn incense every month.

Hu Han? Qiu Ming really wanted to ask, is this person good at home?

"Master Hu is here, this is my junior brother, Jie Se." Jie Chi walked out and replied.

Qiu Ming's lips twitched. He regretted that he had come so close. He should have gone to help Jie Chi sweep the yard. Can't you just say that this is my junior brother? Why do you have to say my Dharma name?

"So it's the master of abstinence, he's polite."

"Avoid sex. This donor Hu will come to burn incense to the temple every month, fill in some incense and oil, and donate some food, clothing and expenses. He is a very sincere worshiper of the Buddha."

Qiu Ming knew that this rich man who provided food and clothing to the temple, and he looked like a super VIP pilgrim in the small temple.

But when introducing, can you not mention my Dharma number? Can’t you tell me that I don’t want to talk to you?

Jie Chi took Hu Han to the hall, watched Hu Han kneel in front of the Bodhisattva, muttering in his mouth that he didn't know what he was praying for, then lit three incense sticks, kowtowed and inserted it into the incense burner.

Suddenly, the jade bottle in the Bodhisattva's hand flashed, and a golden light penetrated into Hu Han's body.

"Senior Brother Jie Chen, have you seen it? Have you seen it?" Qiu Ming grabbed Jie Chen's arm and said incoherently.

Jie Chen glanced at Qiu Ming, looking like he was not surprised: "Amitabha, Junior Brother Jie Se, no noise in the hall."
Chapter completed!