Hidden in the court

Chapter 157 There is a problem

The next day, Zhao Yao took down the paper first, Luo Lin made a rough draft, and the two began to paint. There was no copybook, only Luo Lin's memory and her own experience in her previous life. The painting was not indistinguishable from the real thing, but it was completely irrelevant.

The final product even left Rowling speechless; it had the look and composition of the painting, but it felt nothing like it.

Poor Ji Mingshang didn't know all this yet. He and Su Mengyang came to these temples again. Today was the same as usual, even worse than before, because they saw more shocking scenes.

The morning sun penetrated the mist and shone on the bluestone slabs of the ancient temple. A group of devout believers were kneeling in front of the main hall, with their hands clasped together, their eyes as sharp as torches, and their mouths chanting. The prayers that came one after another gathered into a force that seemed to be able to penetrate the clouds and reach the west.

Many believers came to offer their own offerings. Some brought flowers, some brought fruits, and some even brought money, gold, silver and jewelry. Their faces were filled with satisfaction and enthusiasm, as if they wanted to purify their souls through these material offerings.

The two of them quietly retreated to the side, only to see an even more horrifying scene.

In a meditation room of the temple, a believer knelt in front of a Buddha statue, sweating and confessing his sins with tears. His voice was full of pain and regret, his body was shaking, and then he simply lay on the ground, twitching all over, but even so, he still put his hands together. It seemed to reveal a firm belief that the Buddha would give him salvation.

Su Mengyang felt a little scared when he saw this scene.

"Brother Ji, why do I feel like something is wrong with them?"

Ji Mingshang saw it without him saying anything.

"How come this person is addicted to praying to Buddha just like he's taking drugs?"

The two didn't dare to stay here any longer, so they walked towards the middle, but the closer they got to the middle, the more uncomfortable Su Mengyang's nose felt.

"Ah Qiu——"

Especially when he got close to the large incense burner in the middle, Su Mengyang actually vomited out of nausea.

Ji Mingshang was not much better. In just a moment, emotions of joy, uneasiness, and anger all surged up in his mind, and he pushed Su Mengyang away.

"Let's go, there's something wrong with this incense burner!"

Su Mengyang finally pulled Ji Mingshang away from the incense burner, and his nose finally felt better. Ji Mingshang's emotions also slowly receded like a tide, his whole body was wet with cold sweat, and was replaced by a deep feeling of emptiness.

Su Mengyang looked at Ji Mingshang and found that his eyes were red.

"Brother Ji, your eyes are red."

At this point, Ji Mingshang understood that there was probably something wrong with the incense, and its effect was probably that it could make people addicted.

"Damn it, the incense in the incense burner can actually stir up people's emotions and even have a hallucinogenic effect. Damn it!"

Su Mengyang showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"Now that you mention it, I remember it too. Yesterday, I was waiting at the Temple of the God of Wealth, and my nose wasn't feeling well either. And the princess had red eyes just like you, but not as bad as today."

"It seems that all the temples in Qingzhou City use this kind of thing, which is why the people ignore their livelihoods and come here to pray to the gods and Buddhas."

"That's not right. Why am I fine except for the discomfort in my nose? And neither you nor Miss Luo were fine yesterday?"

Ji Mingshang gave him a strange look, "Yesterday, Lin'er and I were on a high for a while. As for you, is there a possibility that you don't have any emotions to begin with, and you can't be aroused. Obviously, the dosage here is amplified."

In order to verify his guess, Ji Mingshang had to spend ten coins to buy a bunch of incense, intending to take it back to study it. Just in case, he also bought some from somewhere else.

"It seems that these are the same thing."

霍府

"Mr. Huo once said that he disliked people like Governor Wang. I want to ask you, what is the reason for this?"

Hu Die came to visit, and after some politeness, she finally asked a question.

"Ah, I know that you young people coming to see me is not in vain."

Huo Gang joked a few times, with an expression that showed he had expected it, took another sip of wine, and waved his hand.

"To tell you the truth, I really don't like those two. What the hell are they? They started playing tricks right under my nose the moment they struck the first blow.

It's not even a big deal, but I can get some benefits from everything. I don't make big mistakes, but I always try to get small benefits.

What kind of night market has been created in recent years? I heard that only rich people go there. I have opposed this, but it didn't work. Qingzhou should focus more on border defense. It is not far from the enemy country Chang'an. Instead of guarding against the enemy country, it has created a night market. Isn't this ridiculous!

Ugh……

What can I, a Sima, do? Can I lead people to kill them? Besides, they really haven't done anything serious, so I don't bother to see them anymore. I'll just wait for them to leave once their term is up."

Hu Die frowned, "Mr. Huo, what about those temples in Qingzhou City?"

"Sure enough, you have also discovered those places. These temples have started to appear since I was demoted to Qingzhou. No one paid attention to them before, but later these places became more and more prosperous, and various temples in Qingzhou City also emerged one after another.

It wasn’t until the two guys took office two years ago that people started to complain that their families used all their spare money to make offerings to the temple. I was also investigated, but there was no news. I also suspected those two guys, but it turned out that it really had nothing to do with them. "

Hu Die seemed to be thinking about something. Huo Gang laughed and said, "If you want to check, go ahead. I really hope you can find out something. If you need anything, just come to me."

"I still have things to investigate, so I'll take my leave now."

On the other hand, after finishing their painting, Luo Lin and Zhao Yao also visited some ordinary people's homes.

Most of them expressed regret: "I know I shouldn't use all the extra money at home to pray to Buddha, but I just can't help it. I go there as soon as I have some spare money."

“It costs money, but it really works.”

Especially at Wang Dahu's home, Wang Dahu was not at home at this time, and he should be in the Censorate.

Wang Dahu's family is not wealthy, and even seems to be a little penniless.

There was only one old woman in the courtyard, and Luo Lin thought that she should be Wang Dahu's mother. However, her current condition was indeed a bit unusual.

As soon as you walk in through the door, you can see the Buddha statue enshrined in the main hall.

Wang Dahu's mother was kneeling in front of the Buddha, praying devoutly, holding a string of Buddhist beads in her hand.

As soon as she entered the door, Rowling smelled a familiar scent.