Unfortunately, the miracle of a frog turning into a prince did not happen.
He looked like he stole it when he put on LEE's wide jeans. Not only did the slightly tight top not form a unique sense of layering with the jeans, it looked extremely cheap instead.
It had to be said that it was a very rare trait to be able to wear expensive branded clothes with such a strong rustic aura.
However, in Lili's eyes, the son that she had lost and found was handsome and cute no matter what he wore.
"You look good, baby. Let's go."
Zhang Lisheng was just a young man from a mountain village, naturally, he could not differentiate between beauty and ugliness. He nodded and followed Lili while carrying the wizard worm. They walked out of the hotel.
Along the way, many guests and hotel staff intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Zhang Lisheng who was wearing an ill-fitting outfit and was holding a big toad. However, in this impetuous era where 'naked parading' could be called as' performance art ', nobody would pay too much attention to him.
The international standard for ID photos was nothing more than a two-inch photo with a white or blue background without a hat.
Lili brought Zhang Lisheng to the photography studio called Beautiful Life recommended by the hotel waiter. She spent the price of an art photo and only managed to take over 20 ordinary photos with big heads.
Although the difference between the photos was minimal, she discussed with the photographer in front of the computer for a long time and finally chose one. She sent it to the US Consulate in Chengdu.
The photographer who took the photo for Zhang Lisheng was a well-dressed lady whose age was hard to tell.
When Lili decided to spend a lot of money to take a perfect ID photo for her son, she enthusiastically gave a sturdy folk backpack with the words' Beautiful Life 'printed on it to her young client who had been silent all along. It gave Mountoad in Zhang Lisheng's arms a place to stay.
She said emotionally when Lili and Zhang Lisheng were about to leave, "Lili, I've always thought our Chinese mothers are the mothers who love their children the most in the world.
However, judging from the small matter of taking the ID photo, I realized that you love your child more than I do.
It seems like the rumor that you Americans would throw your child out into society as soon as he's 18 years old isn't credible at all. "
The woman's words inadvertently touched Lili's sensitive nerves. Her expression changed as she said loudly, "Miss Zhao, the kind of woman that you're talking about who would abandon her child for no reason won't appear in America. She'll only appear in Mars.
Thank you for your service, goodbye. "She held Zhang Lisheng's arm and walked out of the studio.
Miss Zhao was left in a daze for a long time, unable to come back to her senses.
There were a lot of people on the street. After walking aimlessly for a while, Lili calmed her emotions down and resumed her gentle tone again. She asked Zhang Lisheng, "Baby, I'm done with my business.
Shall we find a tour guide or go online to see if there are any interesting places in Chengdu? "
"I, I don't understand these things."
"Child, you don't have to understand, but you shouldn't be afraid of making choices.
Tell me, should we get a tour guide or go by ourselves? "
Zhang Lisheng opened his mouth and suddenly saw a bus with the words' Warm Congratulations to the State Religious Affairs Bureau's Annual Conference and Religious Social Science Symposium Held in Chengdu Qingyang Palace 'passing by.
"Can we go to the Qingyang Palace by ourselves?" he blurted out.
"Of course, baby, let's go now," Lili replied in joy when she heard her son made a choice under her encouragement.
The Qingyang Palace was the No. 1 Taoist temple in Western Sichuan. It was located in the southwest suburb of Chengdu, with Marquis Wu Temple in the south and Erxian Nunnery in the east.
The Taoist temple was built in the Zhou Dynasty and flourished in the Shu Han Dynasty. It was burned down during the Five Barbarians Rebellion and rebuilt in the Song Dynasty.
The temple was named Qingyang Temple, Qingyang Temple, Xuanzhong Temple, and finally, it was named Qingyang Palace. One could say that it was one of the oldest symbols of the Chinese civilization invading Sichuan.
Of course, it was convenient to travel to such a famous scenic spot. All they had to do was to ask a friendly passerby. They walked to the bus stop and spent two yuan to get on the bus. They walked less than a mile and arrived outside of the Qingyang Palace.
It was around 11 o 'clock in the afternoon. Under the warm sun, there were many tourists inside and outside the Taoist temple.
On the nearby road, there were many 'local' small merchants and peddlers who used red cloth to cover the ground with Daoist talismans, coins, imitation peach wood swords, ghost exorcism bells, and other artifacts. They were shouting loudly as they sold them.
Looking up from the high stairs, the Qingyang Palace's mountain gate was majestic and dignified. The eaves overlapped and the pillars were decorated with dragons and tigers. There was a golden horizontal board hanging high in the middle with the words' Qingyang Palace 'written on it.
Under the horizontal board, there were more than ten religious people who had just attended the Chinese State Religious Affairs Bureau's Annual Conference. They wore secular clothes and blended into the crowd, looking down at the secular world.
There was only a fat monk who wore a kasaya that was different from the others. He was happily taking photos with the tourists around him.
Upon seeing the fat expression on the monk's face as he took a selfie with the young female tourist, a young woman who was dressed in sportswear and had a pair of dashing eyebrows not far away sneered and whispered, "Senior Sister, look at that Master Shi Yongxin.
He's even the vice president of the National Buddhist Association. I heard that he only knows how to recite the four words' Amitabha '.
The abbot of the Shaolin Temple, the ancestral court of the Zen Sect, is wearing a golden-patterned kasaya and looking like a pervert, taking a photo with an underage girl in a miniskirt. This is an unprecedented story in the Zen Sect. "
Next to the dashing eyebrows lady was an ordinary-looking woman in red who had a calm and tranquil charm. She smiled and said, "Junior Sister, do you know that the ancestral temple of Zen that you mentioned was swept by the red culture wave more than 30 years ago? All the monks in the temple returned to secular life and scattered like birds and beasts.
There were only three old, blind, deaf and disabled monks left, and Shi Yongxin who looked like an idiot to maintain the Shaolin Temple's thousands of years of incense.
The old monks were unable to support themselves. Shi Yongxin, who was only a teenager at that time, chopped trees and dug potatoes to worship the Buddhist elders. He was even criticized and tortured by the Red Guards of the same age.
But even so, for a whole eight years, he still faced the west every morning and recited the four words' Amitabha 'a hundred times.
He only knows how to recite the four words' Amitabha '. Maybe it's not because he's stupid, but because he can already understand the infinite true meaning of Buddhism from these four words.
I heard that it was also his suggestion to open up the venue for this annual meeting and allow vendors to set up stalls and sell freely.
Although transcendence and cleanliness are a kind of cultivation, an eminent monk with great virtue and a free heart who enters the world to promote Buddhism is more worthy of respect. "
"Senior Sister, I don't know what kind of virtue he had in the past, but I often see news about him on the Internet now.
Could it be that taking a few photos with people, gathering a few monks who know kung fu and shaving their heads to perform in the Las Vegas casinos, and fighting for the right to sell fake goods for these villagers who are bullying the market, is promoting Buddhism? "
The red-clothed woman sighed and said with a wry smile, "Now is the era of technology where man can conquer man. Even the disciples of our Heavenly Dao Temple are surfing the internet. To be able to make millions of ordinary people think of Buddhism, isn't that promoting Buddhism?"
The lady with dashing eyebrows was dissatisfied but she had nothing to say. Just when she was hesitating, she suddenly saw Zhang Lisheng who was carrying his backpack walking up the steps of the Qingyang Palace.
As a Rank-1 Wizard, Zhang Lisheng was like a humanoid monster surrounded by dark smoke under the sun in her eyes. The backpack on his back was as black as ink, it was very eye-catching.
"S-Senior Sister, there's actually a wizard among the wanderers breaking into the Qingyang Palace in such a peaceful world.
This is only one step away from the Zhuge Wuhou's sacrificial ground that presided over the mountain exterminating ancestors thousands of years ago. It's too unreasonable even if it's the era of technology.
Strike first, I'll kill him … "The lady with dashing eyebrows had an excited expression on her face. She shook her hand and grabbed a purple talisman while whispering eagerly.
"Stop, there are too many wanderers here. Be careful," The lady in red stopped the lady and warned with a solemn expression.
As she spoke, the woman in red's thin ears that revealed faint blood vessels trembled slightly. Not long after, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That person isn't Chinese. He speaks English, so it seems like he's a tourist traveling abroad with my mother.
Since he's a foreigner, he has nothing to do with us. "
"He's not our Chinese, but … But his wizard power looks extremely pure, how could he be a foreigner …"
"There was a cavalry troop in the Yuan Dynasty who accidentally traveled to America along the frozen ocean and became Indians. The shaman who followed the army to battle passed down witchcraft.
Also, the witchcraft of African and Haitian witchcraft is also related to our Chinese witchcraft. The human path is the most mysterious in the world, so what's impossible? "
"But, but that person clearly looks like a person from Sichuan …."
"The American population is complicated, so it's possible for witchcraft to be passed down.
Those who can cultivate are one in a million, and they must have a strong heart. Our Chinese orthodox sects are no longer picky, let alone those foreigners. "
"Hehe, Senior Sister, I didn't expect you to call people foreigners too."
"Don't pick on me. Junior Sister, remember this carefully. The Zhuge Wuhou was the best in the world in terms of Taoism and military strategy. He killed hundreds of Miao Yi headmen and destroyed thousands of villages. He also fabricated the story of capturing the Miao Wei headmen seven times and releasing them seven times. However, he still couldn't eradicate the Western Sichuan witchcraft.
Even the sages could do that, let alone us.
Don't be impatient when you encounter something and make a rash decision. Otherwise, you'll make a huge mistake and your sect might be implicated, especially in the era of technology and the internet … "
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