After wearing the book, I became the black moonlight of the paranoid prince

Chapter 162
"Aha... I don't want it. I want to go back to sleep, so I don't want to talk to you." Versace kept waving his arms, but the people behind him tightly grabbed his back collar and refused to let go.

He didn't like to be alone with this handsome, but too aggressive person, he would collapse.

"Shut up! If you keep making noise, I'll beat you up!" Wei Qianzi let go of him, turned around and raised her fist fiercely at him.

Versace quickly raised his hands to protect his head and face, seeing that her fist hadn't dropped for a long time, he couldn't help opening his eyes from between his fingers.

"Do you want to visit that ancient well?" Wei Qianzi withdrew her fist and looked at him with a smile.

Versace shook his head again and again.

"Ok?"

"Ah! Think, think!"

"Then let's go?" Wei Qianzi gave him a smug look.

Versace had no choice but to follow behind her obediently, looking at her sadly.

I thought she was very gentle and polite before, why did she become so unfriendly in the blink of an eye?
It's no wonder Brother Cai respects and fears her, even he wouldn't be able to bear it.

Wei Qianzi couldn't help laughing when she saw his face-protecting action like a reflex, it seems that he was often threatened and intimidated by others.

Who is that person, Brother Gao?
No, no, brother Gao's gentle and refined temperament, it should be impossible to do such a thing.

Does he have a Hedong lion in his family?

Wei Qianzi walked along the corridor full of murals while thinking.

The scale of Shangqing Temple is not very large, but there are many large and small Buddhist halls, one after another, laid up layer by layer along the mountain. The rocks and trees are well preserved as they were, and only simple The stone steps and bluestone paths are deep and elegant.

There is a pagoda at the top, I don't know what it is for.

Wei Qianzi was not interested, so she just turned to go to the ancient well on the other side.

Although the ancient well in Shangqing Temple is not for people to drink at will, if pilgrims need it, they can still ask the master who guards the well for a bowl of clean spring water.

It's just that the effect of this pure spring water that has been recited and practiced remains to be verified.

I thought that there should be no one by the ancient well at this time, but I never thought that several young monks were fetching water by the well, and they were pouring buckets of water into a big wooden bucket in the courtyard.

Wei Qianzi walked over curiously, and asked a young monk nearby, "What are you doing with so much water at this time?"

Seeing that she was wearing a monk's robe and her long hair was tied high, the young monk thought she was a layman practicing in the temple, so he put down the wooden barrel in his hand, clasped his hands together and recited a Buddhist mantra to her.

"Amitabha, this water is going to be transported to the capital, so hurry up."

"Oh?" Wei Qianzi looked curious, "Didn't you say that the water in the temple can't be delivered?"

Could it be that Shangqing Temple has been reduced to relying on selling well water to maintain the expenses of the temple?
"That's right." Versace was also puzzled.

The little monk knew what they had misunderstood, so he explained with a smile, "You two don't know, this water is given to a good man, who donates a lot of sesame oil money to the temple every year, but doesn't allow us to replace it He did something, the abbot saw that he liked the tea made from this spring water very much, so he decided to give him some water, and Liao expressed his respect."

"Then it won't take so much, right?" Versace looked at the big buckets waiting to be filled with water, and was a little dumbfounded, "If we play like this every day, wouldn't all the water in this well have to be taken by him?" Got it all done by one person?"

The little monk smiled, "Don't worry about it. This great benevolent man only comes to fetch water once or twice a year, and he only fetches one bucket each time. The abbot told us to give him a few more buckets."

"Oh..." Wei Qianzi rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

It seems that this great benefactor adds a lot of sesame oil to Shangqing Temple every year, otherwise how could he be treated so favorably?

(End of this chapter)