Shanshan twisted Scar's ears in anger, gritted her teeth and said, "I really can't tell, you are still a missionary.

It seems that you like Buddhism very much. Are you going to be a bald monk in the future?" Scar held Shanshan's slender, boneless, smooth and tender little hand and smiled bitterly: "Sister, I am a leader of the gang after all, and I have tens of thousands of brothers under my command. Can you give me some face at the right time? You also know that now that people are dispersed, it is difficult to lead the team!"

Shanshan was so sad that she was so pitiful that she was so sad that she gave him a fierce look and said, "Then you are not allowed to be angry with Sister Shui and the others. Take us to find Dong Feifei honestly, otherwise I will really twist your ears off!"

Scar obediently chose to surrender and said, "Okay, okay, don't worship if you don't want to worship Buddha, come with me! The big star Dong Feifei you are looking for is right behind!"

After saying that, I was about to spare the Golden Buddha first and walked to a side door behind the Golden Buddha in the main hall.

Here, a little novice monk took their way. The little monk humbly and politely proclaimed the Buddha's name and said, "Please stop, donors! This is the back hall of this temple, the residence of me and others. It is not open to tourists. Please go back."

Scar followed the appearance of the little monk, clasped his hands together, pronounced the Buddha's name, and said, "This little monk, Master Jin Chan is waiting for us."

The little monk was stunned and asked, "Is it possible that the donor is Mr. Scar?"

Scar smiled and said, "That's right!"

The little monk hurriedly made way out of the passage and said, "Please please, Master Jin Chan has been waiting for several for a long time." Scar nodded and thanked him, then followed the little monk and advanced into the back hall.

This thousand-year-old temple only opens the front hall for tourists to watch and worship Buddha.

Hu Rong has lived in the provincial capital for n years and can't remember how many times he has been, so he came here with Zhou Tianhao to burn incense and worship Buddha.

However, they could only stop in the front hall, and as for the back hall, they had never seen it once. In Hu Rong's heart, this place was really a mysterious place.

Through the side door, everyone entered the back hall and couldn't help but be attracted by the back hall building.

The Buddhist temple in front is majestic and heavy, full of solemn and sacred atmosphere, but the style of this back hall is completely different.

Carved beams and painted buildings are everywhere, pavilions are connected, and winding paths are secluded. People wander here, and they will involuntarily feel a sense of peace and put many troubles of the world behind their minds.

Various blooming Buddhist auspicious flowers are red or green, which makes people feel refreshed when they enter the eyes, and they make people feel refreshed when they enter the nose. The double impact from vision and smell makes people want to stay here and never leave again.

Several buildings for monks to rest are scattered in this picturesque wonderland, reflecting a subtle layout that makes people look like they feel that each house is perfectly matched with the surrounding environment, and they can hardly tell each other.

The unity of man and nature is the ultimate state pursued by Buddhism.

From the layout of the back hall alone, it can be seen that this ancient temple has not fallen after thousands of years of storms and rain. So far, it is not unreasonable that it is still in full bloom.

As we walked along the way, everyone seemed to have forgotten the real purpose of their visit this time.

In front of an exquisite house, an old monk with white beards and white eyebrows and kind eyebrows, wearing a red robe, stood quietly in front of the door waiting for everyone.

Scar moved his mind and walked over quickly. Gao Xuan said, "Host Jin Chan, you are profound in Buddhism and refuse to see people easily on weekdays. Today, you are so flattered to go out to greet him. "

At first glance, the host Jin Chan was a rare real monk who was standing in front of you, but you always felt that he was still far away from you.

But when you feel that he is far away from you, he seems to be integrated with you.

This strange feeling made Dao Scar admire Jin Chan's profound Buddhist practice.

Jin Chan whispered a Buddha's name. This Buddha's name from Jin Chan's mouth was definitely not like Scar's announcement, but was purely for the "joint code" that he had spoken to the monk.

This Buddha's name seems to be published in the hearts of everyone, and people can't help but feel that this Buddha's name is full of compassion for the world and infinite wisdom.

Scar suddenly felt that proclaiming the Buddha's name in front of such a monk with profound Buddhist teachings was simply a blasphemy to the Buddha. His face felt hot and he felt very ashamed.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time.

The person you are looking for is now in this house behind me.

I have done what someone who is destined to do. Everyone, please come in!"

Jin Chan stood up in front of his chest with one hand, holding a string of crystal clear Buddhist beads in one hand, and said slowly.

"A person with destiny? Who is destined?" Long Ling'er asked subconsciously.

Jin Chan looked at her, smiled and said, "A person with destiny is a person with destiny, a blessed person, a man with Taoism, and a man with virtue."

Jin Chan talked about a series of people, which made Long Ling'er confused and murmured in her heart: "A person with destiny? I think you are clearly a sick person!"

"I am not sick, I am not greedy..." Jin Chan seemed to see through Long Ling'er's thoughts and said leisurely.

Long Ling'er shouted to Jin Chan with some anger, "You are shameless! You actually peeped at my heart?" Later, she felt that this was a bit incredible, and she felt that it was impossible to explain, so she couldn't help but stop talking and lost her temper.

Mind reading has always been a great master of Buddhism. If this is not the case, how could the Buddha know that his disciples are sincerely practicing Buddhism, rather than doing things in a vain under the banner of practicing Buddhism? Scar doesn't want to offend this respected monk because of Long Ling'er. He hurriedly shouted at Long Ling'er: "Enough, aren't you in a hurry to see Dong Feifei? She is inside. Do you still have to send you in in person?"

When Dong Feifei was mentioned, everyone immediately came to their senses and rushed to the Zen room together.

This Zen room is divided into two by a silk curtain, one is a living room, a coffee table, chairs and stools, and there are also several antique antiques, which embellish the entire room with serene, simplicity and elegance, simplicity and great wisdom everywhere, and the simplicity of the appearance is filled with inner beauty.

It indicates that the owner of this house may not be rich in material terms, but is extremely fulfilling in soul.

Long Ling'er, Hu Rong and Li Xiaoshui opened the thin silk curtain impatiently. Behind the curtain was a small bedroom. A bed was lying quietly beside the window of the room. On the bed, Dong Feifei was lying quietly. At this time, she seemed to be asleep, breathing evenly, and her face was a little flushed.

"Fei Fei!"

Seeing Dong Feifei, everyone's hearts finally fell to the ground. Long Ling'er and Hu Rong hurried over and pushed her a few times.

Dong Feifei's eyelids trembled a few times, then slowly opened them, sat up, stretched her waist long, and said comfortably: "I feel so comfortable sleeping this time!"

After waking up, Dong Feifei immediately looked around, her eyes directly ignored Long Ling'er, Hu Rong and others who were close to her, and were eagerly looking for something.

Long Ling'er said dissatisfiedly: "What a heartless guy. We have worked so hard to find her. She is so good to hide here and sleep!"

Dong Feifei seemed not to find what she was looking for, and a kind of anxiety and anxiety began to flow out from her face.

Hu Rong was shocked, grabbed her hand, made her notice herself, and asked, "Feifei, what are you looking for?"

Dong Feifei murmured: "Looking for Brother Gang, why is he no longer here? Why is he no longer here?"

Seeing Dong Feifei's anxious expression, Hu Rong and Long Ling'er felt a little sad. Hu Rong hugged Dong Feifei and said softly: "Calm down, Feifei! Calm down, although everyone is unwilling to accept this fact, Brother Gang has really left us. Now he may be watching us in the sky, and he will definitely not want to see you so sad or sad. Seeing you like this, he will be worried..."

Dong Feifei struggled to break out of Hu Rong's arms and said anxiously: "Do you think I'm unconscious? No, Brother Gang is really not dead! He saved me, his arms are so warm. After being hugged by him once, I will never forget that feeling again. That's right, when I jumped on the cliff, Brother Gang hugged me! He is not dead yet, do you understand? He is not dead!"

"Leaping off the cliff!" Dong Feifei's words surprised everyone, and Long Ling'er said in a daze: "Feifei, you... are you going to jump over the cliff?"

Dong Feifei shook her head and said, "None of these matters anymore. I'm fine now! The key is to find Li Xiaogang. He saved me. He is not dead yet!"

Dong Feifei's words cheered everyone up, but Scar couldn't help but frown. If Dong Feifei was really making trouble like this, the truth about Li Xiaogang's fake death would definitely be revealed.

So he coughed and said coldly: "Dong Feifei, are you talking nonsense again, bewitching people's hearts?"

Dong Feifei looked at Scar without blinking, not afraid of the crazy murderous intent in Scar's eyes. She said in a stern voice: "I am talking nonsense, the one who deluded people's hearts is not me, but you!"

Scar's face turned cold, he glared at Dong Feifei and shouted: "What do you mean?"!

Dong Feifei said confidently: "Actually, you know that Li Xiaogang was not dead at all. You held such a grand funeral to make us believe that Li Xiaogang is no longer alive.

If Li Xiaogang is really dead, why don’t you let us get close to the coffin? Because there is no Li Xiaogang in the coffin, right?" Long Ling'er pressed step by step, and the more he spoke, the more certain he became, making Hu Rong and Long Ling'er and his hearts mess up, and his pair of wonderful eyes looked at Scar.

Scar gritted his teeth and said coldly: "I think you are crazy, I don't know what you are talking about!"

Scar is undoubtedly a sign of rudeness. Now Long Ling'er, Hu Rong, Li Xiaoshui and others have begun to doubt it. Everyone surrounded Scar together. Hu Rong stared at Scar's eyes and asked word by word: "Tell us the truth, don't lie to us. Is Li Xiaogang really dead or fake death?"

What a character Scar is? How could he be shocked by a few women. He smiled coldly: "What a joke. You just attended Brother Gang's funeral, and you actually asked me such a ridiculous question? It's so big in the world, where can anyone hold a funeral for living people! Have you ever seen it?"
Chapter completed!