Pei Anzhu and Shen Yueran walked into Wanfo Temple hand in hand with their bags on their backs.

This place is really lively—

Looking around, they are all tourists.

Some people gathered in small groups to discuss the scenery of the Buddhist temple, while some were alone, taking out their mobile phones and taking photos silently. There were even tour guides with tour groups, shouting with loudspeakers to gather.

All in all, it was a noisy and noisy scene.

Pei Anzhu and the others walked among the tourists, just like two college students who came to play during the holidays. They were not out of place at all, because there were many groups like them.

"It's really lively." Shen Yueran pulled Pei Anzhu forward happily.

She had heard Fu Chong mention the grand scene of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple before, and she thought she was mentally prepared, but she didn’t expect to see it with her own eyes, and she was still shocked:

“Xiaozhu, look at that Arhat statue, it’s so vivid and lifelike!”

“Isn’t there a saying in Buddhism called Vajra’s Angry Eyes? Look at the Vajras over there, do they look angry? I have never seen such a lifelike Buddha statue.”

“The Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple does have something special, and the craftsmanship of their statues is worth a look.”

Pei Anzhu let Shen Yueran pull her inside. As she walked, her eyes swept through the large and small Buddha statues with a deep look in her eyes.

Looking up again, looking at the layer of black air covering the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, my heart sank.

This Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple... has something good, but it's not a good thing.

“Let’s go to the main hall of the Buddhist temple, burn incense first, and then tell the master that we want to make a wish.” Shen Yueran suggested.

"Okay, let's go." Pei Anzhu responded, and the two of them walked into the hall.

There are also many Buddha statues enshrined in the main hall. High in the middle of the hall is a Buddha statue about five meters high. It seems to be made of pure gold and is dazzling.

On both sides of the huge Buddha statue, dozens of Buddha statues are arranged in order of size. The closer the Buddha statues are to the gate, the smaller they are.

Below the huge Buddha statue is an incense table with incense burners and offerings. Below it are several futons for tourists to kneel on and pray and worship.

Of course, there is a "merit box" placed right in front of the futon for tourists to "donate merit", which means giving money.

Generally speaking, tourists who enter the main hall to worship and pray will more or less put some money in the merit box to increase their chips and try to be seen by the "Buddha".

Shen Yueran was well prepared. She prepared some change, not much, two pieces worth ten yuan each.

After stuffing it into the merit box, Pei Anzhu was pulled to kneel down.

But Pei Anzhu grabbed her and stopped her from kneeling, and then whispered:

“Just donate some merit, there is no need to kneel down.”

While speaking, she also squeezed Shen Yueran's arm quietly, which was a hint.

Shen Yueran suddenly realized that she had always listened to Pei Anzhu's words. Since Pei Anzhu wouldn't let her kneel down and worship, she wouldn't do it.

"Is this the Buddha? What's the problem?" Shen Yueran lowered her voice and asked in Pei Anzhu's ear, "Otherwise you wouldn't have stopped me."

Pei Anzhu is originally a Taoist. Although he is not from the same lineage as Buddhism, there are some similarities. For example, they both believe in the power of the underworld.

This kind of people, if they are from a serious Buddhist temple, they will generally be respectful and humble.

Rather than refusing to prostrate in front of the Buddha.

"Go out and talk." Pei Anzhu nodded slightly and led Shen Yueran out of the hall.

There were people everywhere in the Buddhist temple. They walked around for a long time before they found a slightly cleaner place, so Shen Yueran couldn't wait to ask:

“What’s going on? Is it related to that mysterious totem organization?”

“Have we checked the clues?” Pei Anzhu did not answer her words and only said:

“There are too many people here, so it’s not the place to talk. Let’s go find Mr. Peng first and ask about the situation. After we meet with Officer Du, I will explain to you what’s wrong with the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.”

Shen Yueran saw Pei Anzhu's serious look and knew that this matter was not simple, so he nodded obediently and without asking any more questions, just said:

“Then let’s go find Grandpa Peng. My grandpa gave me his contact information. I’ll call him first to tell him that we are going to visit.”

The framer, Peng Yikang, is getting older. In recent years, he has gained many insights into life, many of which coincide with Buddhist teachings.

So he gave up the convenience of home and went to a Buddhist temple to live and practice.

Of course, he does not want to become a monk, so he is not too obsessed with which Buddhist temple he will live in. He just wanders around the country and lives wherever he meets his eyes.

He has already lived in three of the four major Buddhist temples in the Dragon Kingdom. He has experienced the scenery and heritage of Wan'an Temple, tasted the delicious food of Hongtu Temple, and witnessed the top monks of Ci'en Temple.

Now, it is the turn of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. He has been living here for about two months.

There are usually many people who come to visit him, but most of them come to ask him to help with framing. Some old friends rarely come to see him due to physical reasons and distance.

As the granddaughter of an old friend, Shen Yueran is the youngest person who has come to visit so far.

Mr. Peng was very friendly. He asked Shen Yueran to come directly. He also added WeChat and sent her a location directly in the private room in the backyard.

When Pei Anzhu and Shen Yueran came over, Mr. Peng had already made tea and was waiting.

This is a vigorous old man. Although his hair is a little gray and there are wrinkles on his face, it can be seen that he has a ruddy complexion and is in good health.

"Grandpa Peng." Shen Yueran ran over and greeted sweetly.

"Little Moon is here." Mr. Peng nodded with a smile and looked at Pei Anzhu again, "Is this your classmate?"

"He is my good friend." Shen Yueran pulled Pei Anzhu to sit down.

“Hello, Mr. Peng, I am Pei Anzhu.” Pei Anzhu introduced himself with a smile.

They could be considered acquaintances after going back and forth. With Shen Yueran in the middle to liven up the atmosphere, Mr. Peng and Pei Anzhu didn't feel embarrassed and could talk a lot.

After chatting for a while, Mr. Peng admired the two juniors very much. He recalled their purpose of coming and asked proactively:

"Your grandpa said that you came to me for something. Do you need my old man to help you frame something?"

“It’s not my fault, there are almost no framers in China who are better than me.”

Shen Yueran smiled and said: "Of course I believe in Grandpa Peng's craftsmanship, but I am not here to ask you to help decorate, but to ask you to help identify something."

"Oh? What is it?" Peng Yikang was very surprised. "To tell the truth from the false, you should ask your grandpa. His eyesight is better than mine."

Seeing this, Pei Anzhu took out the scroll he had received from [Listening to the Rain and Luohua] and the others, handed it over, and asked:

“Mr. Peng, did you make this thing?”

Peng Yikang took it and opened the scroll immediately, wanting to see the content inside.

Generally speaking, framers will remember the things they have framed. As long as they look at the content, they will know whether they were made by themselves.

But this time it was a surprise because the scroll was empty.

Mr. Peng was surprised: "This..."

"Grandpa Peng, there is your mark next to this." Shen Yueran pointed to the side and said, "Please help me see if this mark is true or false?"