An Nuo and the others didn't know the quarrel outside. They had already taken Fan Ying to the main hall of Nanshan Temple.

They came early, and the morning class at Nanshan Temple has not yet ended. After approaching the main hall, you can still hear the sounds of Sanskrit coming from inside.

Listening to the familiar voice, Annuo gradually stopped and started to recite with his eyes closed.

"Young Master?"

Fan Ying, who was following the two, looked at the young lady who suddenly recited the scriptures and looked at Qin Chi in surprise.

Qin Chi shook his head at him and told him not to disturb him, and then let go of the hand holding her wrist.

Neither of them understands scriptures, but the content of Annuo recited is the same as the content of reciting in the hall. They can still tell whether there is any mistake or not.

Annuo closed his eyes and kept reciting a whole passage of scriptures in the hall before slowly opening his eyes.

“It’s the Tripitaka!”

"Amitabha Buddha is the Tripitaka!"

An old monk with a white beard wearing a cassock stepped forward, clasped his hands together and bowed.

"Hello Master Abbot!"

Annuo also folded his hands together and returned a very standard Buddhist etiquette.

Her actions and titles made the old man stunned, and he looked at her unexpectedly: "How did the female donor learn that I was the presidency of this temple?"

Annuo was silent for a moment and said, "Feeling!"

She didn't know either, but her intuition was to tell her that the person in front of her was the abbot of the Nanshan Temple.

The old man with white beard laughed loudly when he heard this, looked at Annuo and said, "It seems that the donor of the female is very familiar with me!"

First there are scriptures, then there are standard Buddhist etiquettes, and there is also the kind of intuition that cannot be explained clearly. If she were not a woman, he would have thought that the other party was a Buddhist.

Annuo smiled and didn't answer.

Qin Chi glanced at the old man and asked politely: "Master Abbot, can you go inside to burn incense now?"

The old man clasped his hands together and bowed, and then made a gesture of invitation: "Amitabha, please donor!"

Qin Chi glanced at Annuo and pulled people into the hall.

Entering the hall, the familiar aura even more came to my face.

Annuo was stunned for a moment when he looked at the Buddha statue in the hall, and suddenly a series of pictures flashed through his mind.

It is a child who can't tell a man or a woman in monk's robes.

This child is about four or five years old. Unlike other monks, this child has not been ordained.

The black hair was tied up randomly, and the little man sat in front of the Buddha and knocked on the wooden fish.

Next to the child, there was an old monk in yellow who was also knocking on wooden fish.

The picture flashed and disappeared.

Annuo blinked at the Buddha statue in front of him.

Who is that little monk?

Who is the old monk next to the little monk?

"Did you remember something?"

Seeing her stunned, Qin Chi handed her a stick of incense and asked in a low voice.

Annuo nodded: "Let's talk about it when you go out!"

The hall is not a place to discuss things.

The two of them were incense in a regular manner and kowtowed three times in front of the Buddha.

Afterwards, Qin Chi went to find the abbot of the presidency and donated 500 taels of incense to the temple.

After doing all this, they left the hall and were led by a little novice monk to the back garden of the temple.

Being led by Qin Chi to wander around the back garden, another picture suddenly appeared in Annuo's mind.

The old monk led the young monk to the backyard, and the two squatted down in front of a medicine garden. The old monk carefully taught the young monk to identify the herbs.
Chapter completed!