Six-Year-Old Baojiao Is Busy in Building a Kingdom

Chapter 63: Keianji Temple

Sun Sihai heard about it, looked at Wang Zhuangzhi and asked, "Zhuangzhi, what do you think?"

Hearing the word "shit", Wang Zhuangzhi looked a little hesitant, no one wanted to spend money to buy an unlucky residence, he turned to look at his mother: "Zhihua, look ..."

Liu Zhihua also could not hear bad luck, their family was already unlucky enough, luck finally changed, and they could no longer stay in such a place, so they shook their heads.

Bai Miaomiao was mesmerized by the words of the Qing'an Temple, and pulled her claws and shouted: "Jiaojiao, I've been to the Qing'an Temple. There was a bamboo forest filled with spiritual energy on its back mountain, which was perfectly suited for living by spiritual beings."

Jiaojiao blinked with curiosity.

Wang Zhuangzhi said timidly: "Brother Zhang, I..."

"Dad, Jiaojiao wants to go and have a look." Jiaojiao shouted in a candle-like voice.

Erya's eyes twinkled, and she raised her hand and said, "Dad, there is Anqing Temple in the song sung by the shop owner. I've never been there, let's go and see it."

Qiu Sheng's handsome face also had a hint of hope. In fact, the Qing'an Temple was not far from the city. If there is a suitable page, it will be closer to the school.

Liu Zhihua frowned, pulled Erya behind him, and said to Jiaojiao in his arms: "My dear, my dear, don't go to that place."

Jiaojiao pursed his lips and shook his head, and said with a rare fury: "Go."

Seeing Guaibao annoyed, Wang Zhuangzhi quickly waved to Zhihua, "OK, it's fine if Jiaojiao wants to go and take a look."

As he spoke, Wang Zhuangzhi clenched his fists and said to Zhang Ping in embarrassment: "Brother Zhang, please tell me the location. Let's go and see how the page is, then decide whether to buy it or not."

Zhang Ping frowned and said: "Qing'an Temple is an important place in Buddhism, it is a children's game to get blessings from the gods, and the seller is the abbot of the Qing'an Temple, the, the reason why I'm telling you is because I feel destined, if you're not sincere, you don't have to go see it. "

Wang Zhuangzhi felt a little embarrassed by his rough face, and a hint of shame surfaced in his heart.

Sun Sihai did not dare to speak up to help. Brother Zhang's wife had been sick for a long time, and Brother Zhang often went to the temple to practice, so he was more taboo about these things.

Jiaojiao blinked his eyes, and said softly, "Uncle, don't be angry ~ This is our fault. My father, mother, brother and sister are all good-natured people, and Buddha will definitely love it."

Zhang Ping heard those words, and his eyes were fixed on the white and glutinous little girl opposite him. She looked like a lucky girl with a naive appearance, and her soft and childish words were very pleasant.

He shook his head and said: "What's unlucky? It's just that the nobles are special. It is common for us ordinary people to experience old age, sickness and death. It's all because of suspicion."

Wang Zhuangzhi felt reasonable when he heard those words. The people in the village were afraid of the bad luck of their families. Wouldn't it make no sense to actually tell them that it was indeed their fault. Perverted attitude.

"Brother Zhang said yes, it was our fault just now, I apologize for your kindness." Wang Zhuangzhi spoke with apology and guilt.

Seeing that he was more sincere, Zhang Ping pointed to the mountain behind, and said, "The Qing'an Temple is on that mountain, and the other courtyard they built is at the foot of the mountain. From here to there, it takes a horse-drawn carriage to drink a cup of tea." I have seen the house, there is a forest behind the house, and not far from the city after crossing the forest, after all, it was built for the nobles, and the location is very convenient for traveling."

After speaking, Zhang Ping instructed again: "There is a lot of abstinence among the monks, so you should not say wild words and obscenities."

Wang Zhuangzhi did not expect Brother Zhang to tell him the address, he clenched his fists gratefully and nodded and said, "Thank you Brother Zhang, after the house has settled down, after the house is done away with him, I will definitely come to visit."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Ping instantly closed the door.

"Zhuang Zhi, Brother Zhang is a kind person. He only said that because he often went to Buddhist practice, so you don't have to worry too much." Sun Sihai patted Wang Zhuangzhi on the shoulder and said in a low voice.

Wang Zhuangzhi shook his head with a smile, and said bluntly: "Brother Zhang is a good person, I don't have time to be grateful. I want to thank Si Hai for his introduction today. I'll treat you to drinks after I solve this problem."

"Okay, then I won't go with you, please be careful on the way."

"That's great."

...

On the way to the Qing'an Temple, Liu Zhihua was the only one in the family who still could not figure it out, so he felt that he had been unlucky for over ten years, and finally turned around, turning around, so I had to run to catch some bad luck.

Wang Zhuangzhi conferred with him while riding the ox cart: "What does one's death have to do with the yard? The people in the village said that we had bad luck, and everyone was afraid to approach us. Then Aunt Liu's family left with our family. That's so close, why don't you see them getting bad luck? It was all because people had ghosts in their hearts, so they were talking nonsense..."

Jiaojiao sat in her brother's arms, carrying the kitten and stroking its soft fur. Bai Miaomiao narrowed her eyes comfortably, speaking eloquently about what had happened to her at the Qing'an Temple.

"The bamboo grove in Qing'an Temple was the place where Ben Meong finally found a place to practice, but someone tricked him into falling asleep in a daze, and when he woke up, he was still awake, he was locked up in a cage by some bald donkey monk."

"When Ben Meong planned to escape, the monk unexpectedly offered Ben Meong to a young man to play with. The young man was blind with a good complexion, and his behavior was extremely vile. He even tied a rope around Ben Meow's neck and went outside. Relaxing like a walk with a dog, I have escaped several times without success."

"One day when the moon was shining brightly, Ben Meow managed to slip away while he was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, but when he came out, he met a group of assassins who attacked and killed him. The person had a deep internal strength, so he directly sent meow to fly, and then the meow destroyed his original body, and the primordial spirit was directly attached to the egg."

After he finished speaking, Bai Miaomiao let out a long sigh, this is the life of a poor and pitiful cat.

But Jiaojiao could not get enough of what he was listening to. He felt that the stories in the book told by his elder brother were more beautiful, and he became increasingly curious about the Qing'an Temple, a place he had never seen before.

The oxcart swayed to its destination, and there was only one other striking courtyard at the foot of the mountain, and it should have been a courtyard to be sold.

"Here you go, come on down."

"You can't run around."

Wang Zhuangzhi went to tie the ox cart, and Liu Zhihua ran to the side of the road and quickly picked up a bundle of grass and threw it beside the ox. It would be troublesome if he was hungry halfway.

Jiaojiao and the girls looked curiously at the opposite courtyard.

The thick wooden-coloured gate looked extremely majestic, and the walled courtyard was towering and large, and the inside of the courtyard could not be seen from the outside.

"It's very grand, it would be great if we could stay here." Arya said expectantly.

Xiao Li clapped his hands happily and said: "With such a high wall, the bad guys will definitely not be able to enter. If Huzi and the others come, I will close the door to prevent them from entering."

Jiaojiao hugged the cat and looked around. He couldn't see the Qing'an Temple on the mountain from the foot of the mountain, but he didn't know if it was because of the close distance or something else. He could indeed sense a faint aura.