"The sky is getting dark, please come again another day." In the evening, the true martial temple closed its doors as usual, and the tourists left the mountain one by one.
"Benefactor, please wait a moment." Su Jie was about to leave as well, but a middle-aged monk walked over.
"May I ask what is the matter, master?" Su Jie looked at the middle-aged monk in confusion.
The middle-aged monk put his palms together and said, " this poor monk is doing good. These days, you have come to our Zhenwu Temple to offer incense and pray to Buddha. You are very devout. It is late now. Why don't you rest in our temple for the night? "
Upon hearing this, su Jie finally understood what was going on. He found it a little funny.
