Chapter 494

Who is Bai Chuwei? His third uncle's little fairy, ah, just need her to say, his third uncle will absolutely obey.

The body side spreads a section of non cold overcast gloomy voice: "Duan Xingye, your opportunity to be beaten also arrived."

Duan Xingye shrunk his neck and begged for mercy.

A group of people bought tickets and walked in. The Lingyin Temple is quite large and has a history of thousands of years. There are three main halls, with Buddhist temples and Sutra Pavilion behind.

Bai Chu Wei Chong Duan Fei Han said: "Han Han, you and Duan Xingye go to see Duan Xiuqi together. We won't go there, just hang around here."

Duan Feihan nodded his head. He had guessed that Bai Chuwei would not like to see Duan Xiuqi. He led Duan Xingye and walked inside.

There are not a few people who come to Lingyin Temple to clock in, just because it is still in the morning.

Bai Chuwei walks on the Qingshiban road and looks at the characteristic building. She says with emotion: "I haven't been here for many years."

When Lingyin Temple was built, she had been here. She didn't expect that she had been here for so many years in a twinkling of an eye.

When you stroll around, you usually come to the big tree where many people punch in. The tree is luxuriant and thick. It is only six or seven meters in height. Looking up, it is more than 20 meters high. The nearest branch is hung with red ribbon for blessing.

Under the tree, there was a beautiful little monk sweeping the floor. While sweeping the floor, he said, "our tree is called Phoenix divine wood. According to the book in the temple, it used to fall into the soil and grow up suddenly. Moreover, the tree can make sound and string together like singing, so it is called divine wood."

Bai Chuwei and their listening, she gently led the corner of her lips, suddenly remembered that two days ago she went to the green que on the cloud and accidentally knocked down a branch.

That branch and this spirit tree almost took root, but the aura should not grow now.

The tourists on one side suddenly laughed.

"Little monk, monks don't lie. Your master knows that you brag with tourists. Be careful not to eat lunch."

"Ha ha ha! Can trees make sounds and sing? How could it be? "

The little monk was red with anger and held the broom tightly. He was very serious and solemnly saying, "it's true. My master said that he had heard it in his own ears, but suddenly there was no sound 20 years ago. I won't lie."

The more serious he is, the more the tourists around him laugh.

"Liar!" A childish voice suddenly appeared on the top of his head, but he was a little aggressive.

All of them looked up and were immediately frightened.

A little boy about seven or eight years old did not know how to climb up the phoenix tree and sat on a branch looking down at them.

The little boy broke a small branch and smashed it down. "You liar, how can the tree make sound?"

The little monk was so scared that his heart would stop and his face was white. He threw away the broom in his hand and quickly called out: "tourists, don't break the branches. This tree has become worse and worse in recent years. One piece doesn't sprout. It will hurt. Don't break it. Be careful not to fall off. "

A child of this age is a bear boy worthy of the name. The more he is not allowed to do anything, the more he has to do. Sitting on it, he keeps saying that the little monk is a liar.

An empty and idle voice whispered in the crowd: "the tree does have a sound."

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