Chapter 348

The tea in the monk temple is also very special.

It's a taste that Lin Jiangxia has never tasted.

It seems that even in the tea, there is a smell of incense.

She thinks Ye Chengye likes to taste tea. Maybe she should bring him here to taste the tea with the smell of incense.

After taking a sip and putting down the tea cup, the old monk said, "in fact, during the renovation of the main hall, pilgrims should not be accepted, but... You know, there are too many pilgrims in Fulu temple. The Pilgrims who come here are all pious. How can we shut these pious people out? "

Lin Jiangxia squints at the old monk. He always feels that the old monk is a little slippery.

"Therefore, we still opened the temple and did a lot of preventive work." The old monk picked up the tea cup and sipped the tea before he continued: "however, the accident happened."

Han lingchu was silent. He looked pale and just tasted tea.

Lin Jiangxia was worried about him and looked at him with wide eyes. He listened to the old monk's words without a word.

"I'm sorry for what happened." The old monk put down the teacup, twisted the edge of the teacup with his fingers and said, "however, you can discuss how much compensation you want. I just hope you don't mention it to the media."

Lin Jiangxia was stunned and wondered why the old monk smelled of copper.

I don't want the media to know. I'm afraid it will affect the income of the temple.

"I don't need any compensation." Han lingchu said calmly, "I just hope you don't waste my time."

The old monk was slightly stunned, ah, and his eyebrows were puzzled.

Han lingchu got up, turned his eyes and said to Lin Jiangxia, "Xia Xia, if we don't hurry up, we can't see the Buddha halls behind us."

"Ah!" The old monk got up, rubbed his hands and said, "our temple occupies the whole mountain. It's still difficult to visit it all day. But don't worry, my little apprentice can drive two sightseeing cars. In this way, you don't need an afternoon to stroll around. "

"Really?" Han lingchu glanced sideways at him and said, "that's trouble."

"It doesn't matter. Just use this to express our temple's apology to you." The look on the old monk's cheek at the moment can almost be described as flattery: "just what I just said is..."

Han lingchu sneered, "don't worry, I'm not interested in the media and will never take the initiative to provoke them."

Lin Jiangxia stared at him. Indeed, people like him are probably the media that keep stealing his privacy.

"That's good, that's good." The old monk narrowed his eyes and smiled. Instead, he said to the little monk, "Ninghai, just drive a sightseeing car and have a good tour."

"Yes, master." The little monk named Ninghai nodded slightly, approached Han lingchu and said, "benefactor, please come with me."

Linjiang Xiadu never knew that there were sightseeing buses in the temple. It's not a scenic spot.

The light viewing car was much smaller than she thought.

There is only one seat in the front row, where Ning Hai sits.

In the back row, she was just able to sit down with Han lingchu.

And they have to be shoulder to shoulder, so the distance is close to some ambiguous degree.

"We don't allow cars to enter the mountain, so we usually use this car to inspect the temple." Ning Hai drove the car, turned his head and said to the two people in the back seat, "you are the Pilgrims who took this sightseeing car for the first time."

"No cars in? What rules? " Han lingchu disdained to say.

"The floor tiles of the temple are not hard enough. If the car enters, it is easy to crush." Ninghai patiently explained: "and there are a lot of pilgrims here. If someone is hit, it's our responsibility."

"Let's go to the Sutra Pavilion first." Lin Jiangxia pointed to the pavilion not far away and said, "I heard there are many scriptures there. Last time I came, I wanted to have a look."

"The Sutra Pavilion is not open to pilgrims." Ning Hai smiled and said, "it's just two words. I think the host should not object."

As he spoke, he turned the steering wheel and drove towards the Sutra Pavilion.

Even if you don't come to pray for incense, the scenery here is very beautiful.

Han lingchu seemed to be fascinated by the mountain forest scenery, slightly squinting his eyes and overlooking the distance.

Lin Jiangxia always had some questions in his mind and couldn't help asking, "monk Ninghai, last time I came, I seemed to see Lin Leyu. Do you know her? "

Although she was sitting in the back row, she could still see Ning Hai's face clearly.

When she mentioned Lin Leyu, Ning Hai's face immediately changed.

But he can control the sound line very well, so that people can't judge his mood from his voice: "ah, Ms. Lin Jiangxia, of course I know him. She's a regular here! "

"Why does she come to incense?" Lin Jiangxia said suspiciously, "she doesn't look like a Buddhist."

Ning Hai pursed his lips, perhaps because he was nervous. In Lin Jiangxia's view, his lips were already dry: "Ms. Lin Leyu didn't come to offer incense, but had some business contacts with our temple."

"I'm afraid you don't know who I am." Lin Jiangxia said in a low voice.

"I remember you. Last time you came with a Mr. Zhan, who was a rich man!" Ninghai probably has a deeper memory of money.

"In addition, I am Lin Leyu's half sister." Lin Jiangxia said in a tentative tone.

Ninghai's face changed again.

But at that time, just when the observation car had stopped at the Sutra Pavilion, he would change the topic and say, "please go to the Sutra Pavilion."

Han lingchu jumped out of the car and turned to help Lin Jiangxia get out of the car.

That's a gentleman's move.

But Lin Jiangxia was worried about his body. She raised him slightly and wanted to hold her hand. She turned a blind eye and jumped out of the car by herself.

Ninghai monks probably have a high status in temples.

Just a wink, the monk guarding the door of the Sutra Pavilion immediately understood and opened the door for them.

Han lingchu took Lin Jiangxia's hand and strode into the Sutra pavilion under the envy of other pilgrims.

Perhaps because of the lack of people, the temperature in the Sutra Pavilion seems to be much lower than elsewhere.

As soon as Lin Jiangxia entered, he couldn't stop fighting a cold war.

There was no one inside. The whole floor was covered with tall bookshelves. On the bookshelves were dense scriptures.

Most of them are Sanskrit. Lin Jiangxia took out one at random and looked at it. The dense words on it seemed like tadpoles with different postures.

Around him came Han lingchu's low cough.

This time he coughed badly. Although he was restrained, he still coughed out all his internal organs.