Datang started from being a salted fish

Chapter 194
The two came to a ring booth, and Wang Yin looked at the small handicrafts on display, and a few brats were gesturing with the rings in their hands.

"Brother Yin, let's play this." Cheng Lingxue said happily.

"Didn't you notice it usually? Your hobbies are really wide-ranging. You can have fun playing anything..." Wang Yin complained.

"Here you are." Cheng Lingxue bought the rings and handed some to Wang Yin, then took out one and began to gesture.

It's just that she was muttering in her heart: It's not because I have you by my side that I am having fun. . .

Cheng Lingxue lost ten laps, but in the end she only caught one little thing. She immediately pouted with an unhappy face, and reached out to poke Wang Yin: "It's your turn, Brother Yin, come on, try to get the biggest one."

Wang Yin rubbed his nose and thought: It's not easy for a small business, so don't cheat people. . .

Immediately, Wang Yin deliberately threw it in a wrong direction, and finally only caught a small wooden doll. Wang Yin held it in his hand and looked at it: tsk tsk, it's ugly enough. . .

Along the way, Cheng Lingxue wanted to go up and play with anything interesting she saw, so Wang Yin could only play with her.In this way, the two played while strolling, and slowly came to a temple.

The people coming and going in front of the temple seemed to be popular, but there were many poor people besides the rich among the pilgrims, which surprised Wang Yin.

"Brother Yin, let's go burn the incense sticks." Cheng Lingxue said in his mouth, and he was already taking steps to pull Wang Yin towards the temple.

The temple doesn't look very old, probably not long after it was established, there are some trees that Wang Yin can't name, but they are all bare now.From time to time, a few sad-faced pilgrims entered a large hall, and after a while they came out with happy faces. Wang Yin observed it, and found that most of them were poor people.

Cheng Lingxue dragged Wang Yin into a large hall, walked straight to the lottery barrel, knelt down on the futon with both hands holding the lottery barrel, and begged for the lottery devoutly.

Wang Yin was naturally not interested in asking for a lottery, but seeing Cheng Lingxue liked it, he didn't bother her, and looked around by himself.

Next to him, a middle-aged monk in his forties was sitting at a table in cassock. He was unwrapping a lottery for a pilgrim. Fascinated, he nodded from time to time with an excited look on his face.

Seeing this, Wang Yin walked over curiously, wanting to hear what the monk was fooling about, or to discuss with him, so as to upgrade his fooling skills. . .

"Amitabha, is the benefactor here to ask for a fortune teller?" The monk asked Wang Yin, calling the Buddha's name.

"That's right." Wang Yin said with a smile, "I hope Master can help me clear up some doubts."

"If the benefactor doesn't ask for a lottery, why ask for a hexagram." The monk looked at Wang Yin and said indifferently.

"Master's words are wrong." Wang Yin shook his head: "All living beings are equal in front of the Buddha, and there is a lottery in his heart, so why stick to formalities?"

The monk almost slapped the table and scolded his mother when he heard the words: Ma De!Are you here to mess things up? !
Fortunately, at this time Cheng Lingxue came over with a lottery and relieved the monk.

"Brother Yin, don't mess around with Buddhism." Cheng Lingxue said to Wang Yin in a low voice, and then respectfully presented the lottery with both hands: "Master, please help me untie the lottery."

"I don't know what the benefactor wants to ask?" The monk glanced at the words on the signature, looked at Cheng Lingxue and asked.

Hearing the monk's question, Cheng Lingxue blushed, and then pushed Wang Yin: "Brother Yin, you go out first..."

Seeing this, Wang Yin shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the hall.

"Master, I want to ask about marriage..." Cheng Lingxue said with a blushing face after seeing Wang Yin leave.

Wang Yin wandered around the neighborhood when he had nothing to do. Seeing someone offering incense in the hall next to him, he walked over curiously.

Wang Yin stood outside the hall and looked in, only to see a pilgrim who was clearly dressed as a poor man was kneeling on the futon and worshiping the Buddha statue devoutly, saying something like 'Pray for the blessing of the Buddha'. Then he stood up and walked to a box next to him, carefully took out a dirty purse close to his body, and put all the money in it.

Seeing this, Wang Yin frowned, but he didn't try to stop him.

"Brother Yin." At this moment, Cheng Lingxue came over with a happy face, patted him and said, "I'm going to worship Buddha in the main hall over there, you wait for me here for a while."

Wang Yin looked in the direction she pointed, and saw that it was a hall that was obviously several sizes smaller, and there was not even a sign on it.

"Okay, you go." Wang Yin saw that he was in such high spirits and he didn't want to disturb her, so he let her go.

Seeing the flourishing incense and people coming and going in the temple, Wang Yin couldn't help but frowned when he remembered what Yuan Tiangang said before: Whether it was the influence of "Journey to the West" is not clear now, but it seems that Buddhism in Tang Dynasty seems to be somewhat Overly popular. . .

At this moment, a woman led a child out of the hall diagonally across, and said to everyone, "It's so effective! Master is so effective!"

"Ma'am, what's the matter with the master's effect you just mentioned?" Seeing this, Wang Yin walked over and asked curiously.

"Xiao Langjun, you don't know, my little tiger didn't know what disease he had before, and he was unconscious all the time. After seeing many doctors, he couldn't cure him." The aunt said excitedly: "Later, I heard that the master in this temple is very effective. , so I came here with the idea of ​​giving it a try, but the master read the scriptures and did the practice, and my little tiger woke up!"

Wang Yin frowned when he heard the words: Why does it sound so like the tricks used by charlatans. . .

Immediately Wang Yin looked at the little boy named Xiaohu, and saw that he had a sickly pale face, his legs were a little weak standing there, and his lips were slightly purple, which seemed more like a symptom of poisoning.

After the aunt finished speaking, she took the child and left. Wang Yinze looked at the temple again, and felt that the monks here might not be so serious. . .

Wang Yin waited on the spot for a while, and found that Cheng Lingxue hadn't come out yet, so he frowned immediately: It won't take so long to worship Buddha, right?
Thinking of this, Wang Yin walked towards the main hall that Cheng Lingxue entered just now. After opening the door, he found that the hall was empty. Where was Cheng Lingxue's shadow?
"Lingxue? Lingxue?!" Wang Yin yelled at the top of his voice, but Cheng Lingxue didn't reply.

"This is wrong!" Wang Yin's heart suddenly jumped.

"Amitabha." At this time, a young monk came in from the outside: "Almsgiver, an important place in Buddhism, please don't make any noise."

(End of this chapter)