C40 Huanglin temple

Xing Er looked out of the window and then looked at Murong Yue. In the end, he could only obediently stand guard. After a long while, she finally muttered, "Damn it, it was you who wanted to come out to play, why is it that right now only this servant is here to enjoy the scenery?"

Murong Yue pretended not to hear. After about two hours, the carriage finally reached the Huanglin Temple.

Today was Huanglin Temple's opening day, so there were many people there, the place was bustling with noise, but Murong Yue was not woken up by the sounds, he was pulled up by Xing Er.

Inside the horse carriage, Murong Yue slept soundly, his face at a loss. Seeing his young miss in such a sorry state, Xing Er said resentfully, "My lady, didn't you say you wanted to come to pay respects to Buddha to vent your bad luck? Why are we still sleeping? We have already reached the Huanglin Temple. "

"Arrived?" Murong Yue looked outside and saw that it was filled with people. He got up and jumped off the carriage. Xing Er then carefully got off the carriage.

As the location of the Huanglin Temple was rather high, there were one hundred and eight steps set up in front of the door, to make it easier for people to go up. Murong Yue and Xing Er went up the stairs one after the other. There were many people who came here to enjoy the incense. It could even be said that it was crowded.

Murong Yue squeezed himself into the crowd, his eyes full of anticipation. This was the first time that she was enjoying the scent of a real ancient temple.

Xing Er followed closely behind with much difficulty. Looking at his young miss who was in high spirits, he sighed helplessly: "My young miss, can we be a little slower? What if they get lost? "

"If I lose you, I'll kneel in the main hall and pray for Buddha. After that, I'll come find you." Murong Yueban joked. Xing Er was helpless, just as she was about to follow, a large group of people suddenly crowded over, and immediately pushed her to the back.

"Eldest Miss!" Xing Er shouted, but there were too many people to hear him clearly.

The sun was just around the corner. Occasionally, a passerby passing by would see a woman standing at the entrance of the temple and looking down with a worried expression.

"Benefactor, do you want to enter?" Seeing that she did not enter, little Shamei could not help but ask.

Murong Yue looked at the group of people, and then at Xing Er who could not see a shadow, and then looked at the sea of people inside, and finally sighed: "Enter!" What could she do? She was in despair too!

Why did he just say not to leave, and in the next second, Xing Er was pushed to an unknown place? Right now, they were all heading towards the Huanglin Temple. Even if she wanted to wait for Xing Er here, it was likely that the people around her would not want her to be in their way.

As he thought about it, Murong Yue said to little Sha Mi, "Little master, I've lost my sister and myself. If you meet a little girl who is crying and is looking for a red-clothed woman, please tell her not to run around. Wait for me in front of the main hall."

With that, Murong Yue was pushed into the temple by the people behind.

Although the inside of Huanglin Temple was also very crowded, it was not as hard to walk around as it was outside. The Huanglin Temple was huge, and there were too many buddhist halls. After a few kowtows, the people naturally dispersed.

Murong Yue was not worried about Xing Er, after all, in the temple, there was nothing that could happen to the left and right. With this kind of emotion, Murong Yue decided to pay his respects to Buddha for blessings and go to the depths of misfortune! He didn't want to provoke any more swindlers!

After making up his mind, Murong Yue began to pay respects. As he knelt in front of the Buddha, his mood was not as irritable as usual, but more of a sense of transcendence. Murong Yue suddenly felt that he was really lucky now that she was still alive.

With this mentality, Murong Yue paid respects to each of the halls, adding incense to the hall. By the time she had finished bowing, an hour and a half later, it was already noon.