Chapter 494 How Could the Tree Make a Sound?

Chapter 494 How could a tree make a sound?

Who is Bai Chuwei? The little fairy that his third uncle was thinking of, just need her to say a word, his third uncle will definitely be obedient.

Duan Feihan's gloomy voice came from his side: "Duan Xingye, your chance to be beaten has come."

Duan Xingye shrank his neck and hurriedly 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, and behind it are the monks' meditation room, the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion and other buildings.

Bai Chuwei said to Duan Feihan: "Hanhan, you and Duan Xingye go to see Duan Xiuqi, we won't go, just wander around here."

Duan Feihan nodded, guessing that Bai Chuwei would not want to see Duan Xiuqi, and led Duan Xingye towards it.

There are not many people who come to Lingyin Temple to travel and check in, just because it is still morning, there are not many people.

Bai Chuwei was walking on the bluestone road, looking at the distinctive building, she said with some emotion, "I haven't been here for many years."

When Lingyin Temple was built, she also came here, but she didn't expect so many years in a blink of an eye.

Wandering around, I usually walk under a big tree where many people check in. The big branch is luxuriant and extremely sturdy. Its waist is six or seven meters. When I look up, the tree is more than 20 meters high. On the branches hang red ribbons that people use to pray for blessings.

Under the tree, a handsome young monk was sweeping the floor, and while sweeping the floor, he said, "Our tree is called the 'Phoenix Sacred Tree'. According to the book in the temple, it suddenly fell into the soil and grew up, and this tree is The ones that can make sounds are strung together like singing, so they are called Shenmu."

Bai Chuwei and the others were listening, she gently pulled the corner of her lips, and suddenly remembered that she went to Qingque on the Clouds two days ago and accidentally knocked down a branch.

That branch also took root in the same way as this spiritual tree, but the current spiritual energy should not be able to grow.

The tourists beside him burst out laughing.

"Little monk, monks don't lie, your master knows that you are bragging with tourists, be careful not to eat lunch if you are punished."

"Haha tree still sings? How is that possible?"

The little monk who was sweeping the floor blushed with anger, held the broom tightly, and said very seriously and solemnly: "It's true, my master said that he heard it with his own ears, but suddenly there was no sound twenty years ago. That's it, I'm not lying."

The more serious he was, the more the tourists around him laughed.

"Liar!" A childish voice suddenly appeared above his head, but it was somewhat aggressive.

Everyone looked up and was shocked.

A little boy about seven or eight years old didn't know how to climb up the Phoenix Sacred Tree, sitting on a branch and looking down at them condescendingly.

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

The little monk was so frightened that his heart was about to stop, his face turned pale, and he threw away the broom in his hand and shouted quickly: "Tourist, don't break the branches, the condition of this tree has been getting worse and worse in recent years. No sprouting, it will hurt. Don't break it, be careful not to fall."

A child of this age is a veritable bear child. The more he is not allowed to do anything, the more he has to do it, sitting on it and insisting that the little monk is a liar.

An ethereal and lazy voice sounded softly in the crowd: "This tree does have a voice."