"Today is the birthday of the ninth emperor. Many people will go to the temple outside the city to celebrate its birthday, so it will be crowded. It''s better to go out of the city early," Meng Jiangzhuo explained.


    "Don''t you cry when you call him up so early to wear clothes or something?" Du Xiaoli asked when he saw that Tuanzi bent his small hands and legs, which was also a typical m and W shape.


    "Why didn''t you cry?" Meng Jiangzhuo said reluctantly. "I cried there early in the morning and made his father sleep. I wanted to teach him a lesson. I slapped him twice. As a result, he was not afraid, but stubborn with him and cried even more. It was not easy to coax him to sleep before going out. You didn''t see the way he and his father stared at each other in the morning. I''ll suffer later."


    "That''s not bad," said Du Xiaoli. "That''s the fun between him and his father."


    "You know," Meng Jiangzhuo said with a smile.


    "Of course." Du Xiaoli smiled and heard some noise outside. He opened a corner of the curtain and looked out. He saw many people walking in the direction outside the city.


    "A lot of people." she put down the curtains and sighed.


    "Yes, who makes today the birthday of the ninth emperor?" Meng Jiangzhuo said. "I heard that people go to the gate of the city early every year. As soon as the gate opens, they go out of the city. It''s still late. I don''t know if it will be very blocked today."


    Practice has proved that even if they come out earlier, there are big waves of people earlier than them.


    Because there were too many people on the road, their carriage stopped and went. Originally, it was only an hour or so. They didn''t arrive until noon.


    The carriage stopped at the foot of Guanghan temple. Meng Jiangzhuo opened the door and saw the people stranded at the foot of the mountain and the people going up and down the mountain on the mountain road. He said, "there are a lot of people now. Why don''t you go to Qingfeng mountain with me first and come here tomorrow to worship the Buddha and pray."


    Du Xiaoli didn''t expect that there were so many people. This situation can catch up with the tourist holy land of the previous National Day holiday.


    Hearing Meng Jiangzhuo''s suggestion, she nodded and said, "OK."


    Anyway, she doesn''t come to worship the Buddha. It''s the same whether she goes up today or tomorrow.


    "Go and tell the princess''s carriage that we''ll go directly to Qingfeng mountain." Meng Jiangzhuo ordered the bodyguard outside, and then closed the door.


    The motorcade continued to move forward. As soon as it passed the foot of Guanghan temple, the noisy scene disappeared immediately and was suddenly deserted, although the road here was the same as that of Guanghan temple.


    The carriage came all the way to the foot of Qingfeng mountain. Du Xiaoli came down from the carriage and saw that there were only a dozen carriages at the foot of the mountain, which seemed to belong to several families. However, although there are few carriages, they are not affordable to ordinary people.


    Meng Jiangzhuo looked at the carriages and said, "those are the most wealthy families in the city."


    "Only rich people can come here?" Du Xiaoli said.


    "Yes." Meng Jiangzhuo took the dumpling down and said, "the main reason is that the sesame oil here is too expensive, and believers are not allowed to bring sesame oil up by themselves. Over time, ordinary people don''t come."


    "Well, how expensive is it?" Du Xiaoli asked curiously.


    "I heard from my mother-in-law that on weekdays, the birthday of a Bodhisattva like this will double," Meng Jiangzhuo said.


    "Why would anyone come to such a temple?" Du Xiaoli didn''t understand.


    "Because it''s very effective here. Whether it''s making a wish or asking for a visa, it''s very accurate, so some rich people will come," Meng Jiangzhuo said.


    "Such a mercenary temple will be effective?"


    "Yes, it''s said that the abbot here is not very good, but what he said is very accurate." Meng Jiangzhuo said, "during the last imperial examination, a student came here to ask for blessing. The abbot said what to ask, give him fifty Liang sesame oil money, and don''t ask the Bodhisattva to bless him. The student donated fifty Liang sesame oil money, but I didn''t expect to really win."


    Du Xiaoli had a sinister looking, fat head and big ears in his mind. He was wearing a cassock, holding a Buddha bead in one hand and a toothpick in his mouth. He said to the pilgrims: "come and donate sesame oil money to keep you safe. Peace talisman, the effective peace talisman, come first, get first..."


    She could not help shivering and removed the obscene image of the abbot from her mind.


    "Young lady, come and hold the young master." the nanny came forward and said.


    Meng Jiangzhuo handed the dumpling to the nanny. Perhaps it was because of feeding. The dumpling didn''t cry in the nanny''s arms.


    "Xiao Li, let''s go up."


    "OK."


    Du Xiaoli is a martial artist. He doesn''t feel much about climbing this mountain. However, Meng Jiangzhuo and his wife were all a little tired. When they came to the hillside, they saw a pavilion nearby, so they went to the pavilion and sat down to have a rest.


    "Xiaoli, look, the temple on the opposite cliff is Guanghan temple." Meng Jiangzhuo pointed to the temple over there and said.


    Du Xiaoli looked at the past. Even if he was so far away, he could see the pilgrims on the mountain road. At the top of the mountain, there is an ancient building where they can see the front of the temple.


    Here, except for them, there are almost no pedestrians on the mountain road.


    "It''s so lively." Du Xiaoli seemed to be infected by the lively atmosphere over there, smiling and reading. In fact, living in the world, having faith is also a kind of sustenance. People can pray to gods and ask for blessings from them. To a certain extent, with spiritual sustenance, they will have much less requirements for other aspects. Just like those emperors in ancient times, most of them would develop Buddhism and rule the people with Buddhism. During the war, Buddhism flourished. It was also because the war brought too much pain to the people. We should find spiritual sustenance for ourselves. Du Xiaoli and them rested for a while on the hillside, and then went up to the top of the mountain with great vigour. "The temple of Haoqi school..." Du Xiaoli looked at the magnificent temple built on the mountain and looked at the dilapidated temple opposite. He thought it didn''t look like he was devout to the Buddha! "Benefactor, but madam shuishao?" a little monk came to the door and asked with his hands folded. "Yes, little master." Meng Jiangzhuo also saluted the little monk with his hands together. "Mrs. water is chanting sutras with the masters in the Buddhist hall and told me to take you to the wing room. Young lady, please follow me." the little monk said and took them into the gate, but the square, and entered another yard from the side door. Before entering the side door, Du Xiaoli saw a figure flash past the wing room. It was too fast. She didn''t see who it was, but she vaguely felt familiar. "Madam Shao, this is the wing room where madam Shui has been staying these days." the little monk took them to a small yard and said, "here are the West Wing room, where the women live, and the other side is the East Wing room, where the male pilgrims live. If it''s all right, I''ll retire first."