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The abbot laughed, touched the little novice's head and said, "As long as you follow your heart and be yourself.

"Besides, Donor Lin said that we won't be charged for this repair."

"So you don't have to worry about senior brothers not having enough food."

As the conversation between the two became farther and farther away, Lin Xuan also stood up from the futon, found a sunny place, and sat there to bask in the sun.

In the suitcase were some snacks and water he had prepared.

Whenever he was about to finish eating and drinking, Lin Xuan would put his hands on those things and recite silently in his mind.

"System, restore food and water to the state at nine o'clock in the morning."

"Ding! The food that has been eaten has returned to its unused state!"

In an instant, the food and everyone in front of him returned to their original state, but the contents of Lin Xuan's stomach never disappeared.

Although he doesn't understand the principle of this system, for him, the existence of this system provides him with a lot of convenience.

Even when others said that he was too violent and needed to be nourished by Buddhist instruments, the idea of ​​using a system to eliminate the violent energy flashed through his mind.

But he also feels that in life, there are always things that can be more fulfilling if you do them yourself.

So he chose to go out and find the Buddhist artifact himself.

At the same time, you can travel with Wang Ruoya and see the scenery of this great country, why not?

In a blink of an eye, the third day came. Lin Xuan had not been out for the past three days. The food was delivered outside the courtyard by other lamas, and then he knocked on the door and Lin Xuan went to pick it up in person.

I have to say that Zhoumiao’s food is indeed too bland.

Lin Xuan thought while chewing the beef jerky in his mouth.

"Dong dong dong!" There was a knock on the courtyard door. Lin Xuan looked at his watch and found that it was not meal time.

Then Lin Xuan heard the abbot's voice.

"Donor Lin, can I come in?"

Lin Xuan stood up, walked to the Hundred Dragons Picture first, stretched out his hand to touch the Hundred Dragons Picture, and whispered: "System, restore the appearance of the Hundred Dragons Picture to 90% new!

"Ding! The 30% new Hundred Dragons Picture has been restored to 90% new!"

Under Lin Xuan's gaze, starting from where Lin Xuan's fingertips touched the Hundred Dragons Diagram, it took only one second for the damaged Hundred Dragons Diagram to become brand new.

After Lin Xuan carefully inspected it. After confirming that Bailong Tu had no other problems, he walked out, opened the courtyard door, and said, "Abbott, please come in."

When the abbot heard what Lin Xuan said, he was a little surprised and asked: "Is it possible that Donor Lin has repaired it?"

Lin Xuan smiled confidently and said, "It's guaranteed to be genuine."

The abbot walked into the room with a doubtful attitude. Looking at the almost brand-new Hundred Dragons Picture, he was deeply shocked.

After a while, the abbot came back to his senses, recited some Buddhist words and said to Lin Xuan:

"Donor Lin's restoration skills are amazing, but I would like to ask Donor Lin why the Hundred Dragons Picture looks brand new?"

Lin Xuan smiled and said nothing.

The abbot just thought it was a family secret and it was not easy to ask any more questions, so he said:

"Although I believe in the character of Donor Lin, the Hundred Dragons Picture has suddenly changed drastically. We still need to ask experts to identify it."

Lin Xuan nodded understandingly and said, "I probably won't leave the Eight-Speed ​​in the near future. If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time."

When the abbot saw Lin Xuan being so calm, half of the doubts in his heart were gone. Then the abbot said, "Then Almsgiver Lin, please come with me to see the Buddhist artifacts."

Lin Xuan was very satisfied with the abbot's honest attitude and said no more. Follow the abbot to a Zen room.

In the Zen room, in addition to the abbot, there were several elderly lamas waiting there, and there were many trapped monks around them.

After Lin Xuan and the abbot entered, other lamas chanted Buddhist words and greeted them.

He caught the abbot and opened the box, and said to Lin Xuan: "At this time, Donor Lin can take a look at the Buddhist utensils and relics worn by all the lamas in Tongka Temple."

Lin Xuan took one look, shook his head and said, "It's not them."

Although Lin Xuan also saw that several Buddhist utensils had a good background, unfortunately, there was really no suitable one for Lin Xuan.

The abbot felt a little disappointed, and pointed to the lamas who were doing the work and said, "Can the Lin donor feel guidance from us?"

Lin Xuan looked at each lama carefully and still shook his head.

At this time, a child's voice sounded outside the door.

"I have something here for you."

The abbots looked over, and Lin Xuan turned around at the same time.

It's the little novice monk.

He held a small conch in his hand and looked at Lin Xuan with a stubborn expression.

After finding everyone's eyes on him. He ran over and put the conch into Lin Xuan's hand, then turned and ran away.

The abbot was about to call him, but found that Lin Xuan was faster.

The little novice monk was startled when he found out that he was being pulled. Looking at Lin Xuan who suddenly appeared in front of him, he was a little nervous and defensive.

Lin Xuan looked at the little novice monk with a smile and said: "Little monk. Where did you get this conch?"

The abbot hurriedly came over and said: ""It was given to him by an ascetic from Lhasa. The man said that he was very close to Buddhism and wanted to accept him as his disciple. But at that time, he had a strong temper and was unwilling to live or die. willing."

After talking about what the abbot thought of, he asked: "Is this conch useful to Donor Lin?"

Lin Xuan nodded, looked at the conch in his hand, and after a while he said doubtfully: "I felt it just now, but now I feel nothing when I look at it."

The little novice monk looked over and almost burst into tears. He said in a tearful voice: "I only gave it to you for a while, why did you make it so ugly?"

"Huh?" Lin Xuan looked at the conch, recalling the scene when the young novice gave him the conch, and said, "There is no difference, right?"

"Yes!" The little novice monk spoke Tibetan in a hurry, and before Lin Xuan said to the system in his mind: "System, give me the Tibetan language experience to be increased to one thousand years!"

“Ding! One day of Tibetan language experience has turned into a thousand years of Tibetan language experience!”

Then Lin Xuan heard the little novice monk say: "It used to be luminous! Now there is nothing!"

Lin Xuan turned to look at the abbot and asked: "Is this probably the spirituality attached to the Buddhist utensils?"

The abbot thought for a while, nodded and said, "It should be like this."

"I want to ask where the ascetic is." Lin Xuan said, "I think what I need should be at his place."

The abbot looked down at the young novice and asked, "Doka, do you know where your master is?"

The little novice monk turned his head awkwardly and said, "He is not my master!"

Then he glanced at Lin Xuan again, stretched out his hand to hold the abbot to give him some courage, and then said: "Before he left, he said he was going to Mount Dora. I don't know if it is still there now."

The abbot calculated the time and said to Lin Xuan: "It should be there. The lama went there on foot. If Lin Xuan goes in, he should be able to see him.

Lin Xuan nodded and asked again: "Do you have a photo of that ascetic monk?"