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Chapter 127: One of Yuan Zishan's gods pinches(2/2)

Feng Jiuxiao coughed and said confidently: "Can heroic spirit be eaten as food? Throw it away if you have to!"

Pang Shishi was startled.

Just as he was about to speak again, his ears hurt and the ear-catching hand pinched him again!

"What are you muttering about?" The look from the sick bed can kill someone.

"It's nothing." Pang Shiwu straightened his body, like a soldier waiting for the general's military parade, with a serious look on his face. Chili Pepper finally couldn't hold back his laughter.

The momentum that was finally built up was shattered by a smile!

Yuan Zishan also touched her short beard, raised her head and said: "Let's go!"

She knew that the White Horse Temple was not far away, so she said she would go there first.

It said it wasn't far but it was time-consuming to walk, so I hired a carriage!

The driver was very skillful and he arrived in no time.

White Horse Temple in Luoyang is known as the most ancient temple in the world and the most important temple in the Central Plains.

It is bordered by Mang Mountain to the north and Luoshui to the south.

It was the first monastery built outside Yongmen in Luoyang by the order of Emperor Ming of the Han Dynasty after Buddhism was introduced to the Central Plains in the past. In order to remember the role of the white horse in carrying scriptures, it was named White Horse Temple!

In the temple, there are the Tianwang Hall, the Great Buddha Hall, the Daxiong Hall, the Jieyin Hall, the Pilu Pavilion five-story hall and the No. 1 Sakyamuni Relic Pagoda in China.

At its peak, the White Horse Temple had more than a thousand monks!

During the Anshi Rebellion and the Huichang Buddhist Tragedy, the White Horse Temple was greatly damaged. As a poem from the Tang Dynasty states: "The white horse carrying scriptures has been empty, and there are traces of broken monuments and temples. The autumn wind blows in the rustling thatched cottages, and the sound of rain all night makes me think."

Although the Emperor of Zhou Dynasty ordered several repairs at this time, the scars left by the war could not be concealed.

Feng Jiuxiao has the Imperial City Division's gold medal, so naturally it's like entering a deserted place, and the abbot and others even went out to greet him in person!
Chapter completed!
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