It was a rare Sunday. After breakfast, I wanted to sneak out for a walk, but my mother stopped me.

He said that the exam was about to be held, so he asked me to study my homework honestly at home.

Although the exam is not a problem for me... I can't tell you such words at all. I can't say that I am a monk and have a good knowledge of plagiarism. If my parents hear this, they will definitely come up with a big ear pin.

Helplessly, I had to sit back into the house in depressed manner and take out my math textbook.

I couldn't read it at all, so I just flipped a few pages and threw it down again. In fact, students like us who entered No. 1 High School based on relationships have very low requirements, and as long as they don't make trouble in class, they can read idle books and sleep casually. As for homework exercises, there is no problem. The teacher will not check it, and it will be useless to write it.

I didn't want to read a book, so I simply spread out the letter paper and wrote to Lin Qingqing.

I just separated for a week and missed her a little.

I write as if God helps me, and I talked about it. All the small and strange things happened around me. In less than ten minutes, two letter papers were filled with... I turned the page and started writing the third one.

Sincerely, salute... I roughly estimated that it was definitely more than two thousand words after the whole letter was written.

Looking at the time, there are not twenty minutes yet.

God knows that I don’t talk so much... You know, writing essays in the past was like squeezing toothpaste, and it was quite uncomfortable to hold them in. In a class forty-five minutes, I couldn’t make up an 800-word essay.

Close the letter paper and stuff it into the envelope. I suddenly realized: I am also considered a love letter. The first love letter is quite memorable.

Don't be discovered by your mother, it will be miserable if she sees it.

Thinking of this, I quickly pressed the envelope under the mat and planned to send it quietly at noon.

After writing a letter, you will feel comfortable.

Take a long breath of the energy of heaven and earth, stretch your body, and continue to review your homework.

I took out the textbook and before I could turn the pages, I heard a noise outside. People shouted in my ears: "It's smoke, it's smoke!"

"Go and see it quickly"

"What happened? Is there a fire?" I hurried out from the house.

My father was also standing in front of the flower pot with confusion on his face, turning his head to look outside the yard.

"Big girl, hurry up and see, the pagoda is smoking!!" At this time, a loud voice came from outside the store, which was Aunt Zhang who runs a hotel next door.

The two companies are adjacent to each other, not in the same industry, and have no competition, so the relationship has always been good.

"The pagoda is smoking, really?!" the mother shouted in surprise.

"Can you lie to you? You didn't see everyone rushed to the monk temple. Quickly lock the door, go see it early and grab a good seat, and burn the plant to make a fortune!" Aunt Zhang reminded and left in a hurry.

The Sizhou Tower is smoking... The wonder of the ancient tower is so smokey. There are certain records in the county annals.

The last time the pagoda was smoked in 1990s. At that time, I was still young and had no chance to witness it with my own eyes. When I saw the Qinghe County Chronicles, I sighed regretfully, but I didn’t expect that I finally got what I wanted today.

"His father, let's go and have a look, and burn incense sticks by the way." My mother came to the yard and said.

Locked the store door, and the family of three took a bus to Sizhouyuan. Sizhouyuan is located in the suburbs of Qinghe County, which is exactly the opposite of where we are.

People kept getting on the bus along the way, and they all went there.

Some say that Guanyin Bodhisattva appears, while others say that there is fairy spirit in the pagoda... In short, passengers in the bus are talking about the smoke from the pagoda.

Along the way, I was thinking about the appearance of the Bodhisattva. Will there really be gods and Buddhas?

It took nearly an hour before the bus arrived at Sizhou Road, and the driver honked his horn.

It was useless. The road ahead was completely blocked by people and the bus could not enter at all. Everyone on the bus had to get off and walk, crowded and rushed towards Sizhouyuan.

My current location is three or four hundred meters away from Sizhou Courtyard, but the extension of my spiritual consciousness can clearly sense the hidden inner column of the smoke above the pagoda

A trace of aura.

No, it's vitality...how is this possible?

In addition to the Golden Dragon Scissors, this is the first time I have discovered that somewhere has a rich vitality, which is so exposing it.

For a moment, my curiosity increased greatly and I shouted to my parents behind me: "Mom, you guys wait a little longer, I'll squeeze in and take a look first."

Without waiting for my mother to respond, I had already stepped into the crowd.

The Baguazhang stake that Principal Zhao taught me is now useful. I took advantage of the situation and squeezed and resisted. It took only ten minutes to arrive outside the Sizhou courtyard.

The pagoda is octagonal-shaped, with niches on the outer wall, and countless gods and Buddhas are carved inside. The tower body is towering into the sky, standing here gives people a strong visual shock.

Now, even without the intention of detecting the spiritual consciousness, I can clearly sense the strong vitality contained in the pagoda. It seems to come from the bottom of the tower and surge upwards.

Entering the Sizhou courtyard, there may be more discoveries.

I continued to squeeze towards the temple gate, and soon found that the Bagua Zhang stake was no longer effective. The door was completely blocked by the crowd, without any gap.

But there were other ways. I pulled my clothes upwards and covered half of my head. Then I stepped on a bicycle beside the wall, and my body was stretched over the wall that was more than two meters high.

Before the people around me could react, I climbed over the wall and landed steadily in Sizhou courtyard.

The people who were waiting anxiously outside the temple finally realized that they didn't care about the Buddha's fault and all followed me like me and climbed over the wall.

So many people!! Seeing the crowded abortions in Sizhou courtyard, I sighed depressedly.

In the yard, in the hall, on the steps... In short, people stand in places with space. Many good men and women want to kowtow but have no place to kneel, so they can only stand there and recite Emei tofu.

A thought suddenly popped up in my mind: If someone throws a bomb at this time, it will definitely blow up a large area.

Damn, how could I think of this thing in the Buddhist land? Emei Tofu is a sin! I also cling my hands together as I am around.

After such a short distance, I squeezed for half an hour before I reached the tower. Then, according to the movements of others, I put my hands on the tower brick. I just heard someone say that touching the pagoda can bring good luck, no wonder the tower body is so bright.

Boom!!! As soon as my hands were about to absorb the vitality contained in the pagoda, I felt a thunder sound in my mind, and I was immediately fixed there.

Then the golden dragon scissors in the Nirvana Palace shook wildly, pulling my spiritual sense back.

It was so dangerous... Fortunately, my spiritual sense was not injured. I didn't dare to continue trying, so I hurriedly withdraw my hands.

The crowd behind me was constantly crowded, and soon squeezed me away from the pagoda. As everyone walked straight forward, they squeezed out at the back door of Sizhou Courtyard. These monks had the foresight and sent people to guard the back door and only give up the door but not in. When I went out, I used my spiritual sense to sense it and found that these monks were ordinary people.

It should be like Haichan Palace, true monks will not come out to receive guests.

There were also many outsiders outside the back door of Sizhou Courtyard. Many pilgrims who had touched the pagoda did not leave immediately, but stood there and pointed.

In the crowd, I found Taoist Master Xuanming and his disciples of Haichan Palace. Neither of them were wearing Taoist robes, but were wearing modern clothes, with long hair tied up, and sun hats. This outfit was no different from the people around me, and my breath was completely restrained. If I had not used my spiritual sense to sense it just now, I would not have discovered their existence.

What did the Taoist priests come to the monk's territory? I was curious and pricked up my ears and listened to them talking intently.

"Master, Buddha treasures are revealed in the world, and the land of Qinghe is probably about to cause another storm." The disciple only heard the low voice.

"Yes," the old Taoist priest nodded, looked up and continued to look at the pagoda.

"That Buddha treasure is used to guard the evil spirits of the earth veins. If it is stolen, it will be a big deal. Otherwise, we will come here to help at night..." the young Taoist priest asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry, if someone really dares to make a Buddha treasure, there will definitely be no return. If we come here at night, we will only arouse people's suspicion. Besides, the old bald donkey in Yongtang is not a vegetarian."

Bald donkey? I choked my throat with a mouthful of phlegm and coughed several times before spitting it out. No wonder people often say that Buddhism and Taoism are enemies. The word "bald donkey" popped up from such a Taoist master, and it felt awkward.

Oh, I almost forgot. It seems that the monk also calls the Taoist priest a snout, and the two sides are considered to be even.

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