This is a temple, the temple where monks live, sits on a hillside.
There is an open and empty space in front of the mountain gate, and at first glance, it must be fifty feet in radius!
At this time, the sky was full of stars and the moon had just risen.
Feng Jiuxiao saw the ridges of many buildings exposed behind the mountain gate, and thought to himself: The scale of this temple is quite large!
The open space in front of the ancient temple was actually covered with granite-sharpened rectangular stone slabs. Each stone slab was about five feet long and three feet wide, arranged neatly. Such a large piece of flat land was flat on a hillside. The manpower and material resources it consumed were definitely not a small amount. And so on, the silver stakes spent on the entire ancient temple were absolutely amazing!
Who would have thought that such a huge project was hidden on this nameless mountain?
Whose work is it?
This place is already the border of the Great Shu Kingdom, almost one step away from Tubo. What is the purpose of building such a large temple here? If it weren't for the work of Emperor Shu, who would it be?
Several rows of towering ancient trees have been planted on the edges of the open space near the hillside, including pine and cypress, forming a natural barrier and acting as a guardrail.
Pang Shiwu saw that there were carriages parked on the ancient tree guardrail, about twenty cars, and many horses were tied, with more than twenty horses. "There are indeed horse tying stakes there!"
When Pang Shiwu approached, he saw the exquisitely carved horse-tie piles lined up, two meters apart.
There are two types of stone carving patterns that are presented alternately.
The horse-tie piles in odd numbers are carved with spirit beasts in all directions, which usually means blessings in all directions; the horse-tie piles in even numbers are carved with lions, which generally means everything goes well.
There are many horse-tie piles, and there are probably about one hundred! In other words, at most one hundred horse-tie chariots or horses can be parked here at the same time!
Zeng Yong tied the reins to the stone stake and said suspiciously: "This place doesn't look like a famous mountain holy land. Who would have such a big investment to build such a large temple here? Just say this parking lot, it's so big that it's a waste of granite! Is there a lot of rich people who burn incense? It's so many that even carriages can't be stored? I don't believe it!"
Feng Jiuxiao pondered, "This is not accurate! Maybe... there is a possibility... Every zodiac auspicious day, there are many pilgrims going up the mountain and are crowded, so the temple specially built a parking lot so big in response to this extreme situation. You see, today is not a good day. Isn't there so many carriages here? There are more than twenty horses and more than twenty cars, right?"
Zeng Yong frowned: "There is no village in front and no shop in the back. Within fifty miles, Wenchuan City is the closest to this place, but it is at least ten miles away! Who would run ten miles outside the city to burn incense?"
Feng Jiuxiao smiled and said, "Hey, this is not accurate! The ancients said: Mountains are not high, immortals are famous, water is not deep, and dragons are spiritual. Maybe there is a monk living here, or the Bodhisattvas here are particularly effective, so the pilgrims work hard and come from afar. Isn't this possible?"
Zeng Yong is still skeptical.
Feng Jiuxiao smiled and said, "Everything is possible, maybe your suspicion is right. Let's take it as it happens and go!" Suspicion is not a bad thing. The most important thing in walking in the world is to act cautiously. Any negligence can be fatal!
When everyone came outside the mountain gate, they saw the three gilded characters "Panlong Temple" on the door plaque reflecting a little coldness under the moonlight. There was a subtle crack that ran across the word "Dragon", like a cruising dragon, which was a witness of the long history.
The copper bells at the eaves shattered in the night wind, and the bronze incense burner on the nine stone steps flashed a few glimmers under the starlight. The faded vermilion door was half-closed, and a few rays of candlelight leaked from the cracks in the door, illuminating the mottled moss on the steps under your feet clearly.
When I opened the door, there were bright lights inside, and there were bright red lanterns hanging everywhere. After passing through the mountain gate, I was facing a hall, "The Palace of Heavenly Kings"!
A monk was coming out of the hall with a lantern, holding his hands together: "The donors came here in the middle of the night to stay, right?"
Feng Jiuxiao put his palms together and said, "That's right, can you ask if the master can allow me to stay overnight?"
The monk said calmly: "A monk is merciful, of course!"
Feng Jiuxiao saw that the monk was about 30 years old, with a few light green tendons floating on the back of his right hand holding a lantern. The skill on his palm should be quite good.
The slightly bowed posture made the ochre robe droop several folds, and the flange of the inner linen appeared at the wear edges.
The thick eyebrows pressed against the deep eye sockets like a lying silkworm, and the gaze was kind like the ancient well reflecting the moon, reflecting the afterimage of the copper bell swaying gently in the morning breeze.
Under the starlight, there seemed to be a halo outside the monk's body, which seemed to be there or not. It was naturally empty in the eyes of others, but in Feng Jiuxiao's "eyes", it was completely visible and there was nowhere to hide!
Because Feng Jiuxiao's method of looking at the qi has long since jumped out of the shackles of using his eyes! The sixth sense beyond the five senses!
The monk was indeed Wugui Liuli, at the peak of the Nine Realms!
There are actually Nine Realm masters in Panlong Temple on this unknown mountain, which is interesting!
Feng Jiuxiao suddenly became interested!
The monk put his hands together and said, "Please follow me, donors." He turned around and went from the right side of the Heavenly King Hall.
Pang Shiwu frowned. He felt that this place was a bit weird and it was too quiet! There were so many cars and horses parked outside, which meant that there were at least fifty or sixty pilgrims inside! Did they all fall asleep? When was this time?
"Master, how many monks are there in our temple?" Pang Shiwu asked casually.
The monk didn't look back and his feet were rushing, "A total of more than twenty."
Pang Shiwu turned his head and said to Zeng Yong: "There are many more than twenty monks."
Zeng Yong nodded and looked around.
Soon the monk took everyone to a dormitory, which was between the Heavenly King Hall and the Great Hall. It was a double-storey building with about a hundred rooms.
"Dear donors, the several dormitories on this floor are empty tonight. If you don't dislike it, please stay here for the time being. I wonder how many donors can have vegetarian food?"
Chili immediately said, "Master, we haven't eaten yet, is there anything here?"
The master's face was calm and unpredictable. "Yes, I will send it to all donors later."
Chili said, "Master, what are we eating here?"
Yuan Zishan tapped Chili's head and said, "It's a bit promising, eat whatever you have!"
Chili covered her stomach and cried, "Miss, I'm starving to death." She was cute and cute, and I saw Cheng Lian.
Yuan Zishan shook her head and said docilely: "Okay, I really admire you. Be patient and you will have something to eat soon!"
The monk said lightly: "There are steamed buns, rice, noodles, boiled cabbage, steamed potatoes, and roasted sweet potatoes in the temple. I wonder if it suits the donors' tastes?"
The pepper immediately lit up his eyes: "It's perfect, it's perfect!" Then he folded his hands together, bowed and bowed devoutly, and said extremely serious: "Thank you, Master!" Everyone smiled.
The monk put his hands together with ten, "Don't have to be too polite to the donor!" He turned around and floated away.
Feng Jiuxiao's heart suddenly moved, and there seemed to be someone hiding on an ancient cypress ten feet away!
He didn't look over there, and he didn't want to alert the enemy.
He silently released his spiritual power, and his spiritual power continued to extend towards the ancient tree like an invisible octopus tentacle. In the blink of an eye, the spiritual power tentacle had sensed that there was indeed a person and a monk hidden on the tree.
The monk was actually peeping at them!
The monk's eyes were quite strange, and Feng Jiuxiao actually felt the "despicable" smell from it!
Feng Jiuxiao snorted coldly: I didn’t expect there was any problem here, so let’s wait and see what happened first.
Maybe the monk is the night watchman tonight, and his vulgarity may be his own illusion.
After a while, the monk who went to pick up the food brought two young monks with food boxes. Each of them brought two food boxes, and they actually brought six at a time!
Everyone squeezed into a dormitory together, and the three monks placed the food box on the table.
Feng Jiuxiao said: "I haven't asked the Master's Dharma Number yet..."
The monk said, "I am Jingchen! These are my two nephews, Miaode and Huixin!"
Feng Jiuxiao immediately put his palms together and thanked the two monks. Miaode and Huixin also put their palms together and returned the ceremony.
Jingchen said, "I will not disturb you from eating, let's leave." He turned around and left, with his two junior nephews following closely.
The three of them came and went in a hurry, without a moment of dragging on the mud. There was a weirdness everywhere.
When Pang Shiwu saw the three monks missing, he whispered: "Brother, there seems to be someone hiding in the tree over there!" He also noticed that there was a breath of a living person there.
"I know." Feng Jiuxiao pointed to the top of his head, indicating that there were ears in the partition wall.
Pang Shiwu immediately turned into a line: "I feel that there is no murderous aura on that man, and it seems to be malice."
Feng Jiuxiao's face was solemn, and the sound was also condensed into a line, "No malice? Are you sure?" He obviously disagrees!
Pang Shiwu's eyes lit up and he immediately became energetic: "Brother, how dare I be sure! It's good to have malice, but I'm afraid they don't have malice!" What he said was naturally the truth. If there were some honest monks living here, they would leave it tomorrow morning, which would be very boring! But if they had malice and wanted to do something, it would be so interesting!
"Brother, do they want to make money or kill themselves? Do they have a fancy to our money?"
Feng Jiuxiao's voice became a thread, and the voice was transmitted into a secret: "They are so luxurious here, do you say they care about the taels of silver in your pocket? What they are staring at is the sword on your waist!"
Feng Jiuxiao and Pang Shiwu whispered and let go, "Can pepper, come on, eat!" He opened a food box, with bowls and plates inside.
Steamed buns in plates and rice in bowls.
Zeng Yong opened another food box, and there were cold lotus root slices and cucumbers inside. He also asked Feng Jiuxiao: "What are you two talking about?"
Feng Jiuxiao moved his mouth to his ears, and Zeng Yong turned his mouth to Feng Jiuxiao: "You mean, the monk here has already used his wits? Want to make the fifteenth blood sword?"
Feng Jiuxiao said: "Not bad! Jingchen looked calm just now, but his heartbeat was obviously faster just now, and his eyes were aiming at the blood sword at least five times!"
Chang Zijin interjected and said, "I glanced at five eyes? There is definitely a problem! A normal person will be shocked, surprised, and unbelievable when he glanced at the first sight, so he will look at the second sight, mainly to confirm it, which is normal. However, when he starts to look at the third, fourth, or even fifth eyes, this is abnormal."
Pang Shiwu was surprised and said, "That Jingchen actually looked at my Blood Sword Five Eyes? It's amazing! I didn't notice it at all just now. Is this guy so good at disguising?"
Chili was holding a piece of sweet potato and was still moving her mouth. Yuan Zishan was a little surprised: "Aren't you hungry? Why don't you eat it if someone brought it to me?"
Chili said thoughtfully: "Miss, if they really have our ideas, do you think they will drug these foods?"
Everyone was stunned.
No one expected this!
Pang Shiwu lowered his voice and said, "After so many years, everything goes well, so I've become a little swelled. I feel that I'm not invasive of all poisons, so I've never been on guard against this. Fortunately, Chili reminds me that I guess there is a high possibility of drugging these guys!"
When they entered the mountain gate, they deliberately hid their own breath, so the monk would definitely not be able to test the depth of their martial arts. It is precisely because they don’t know the depth that medicine is the safest, least risk-free, and most effective way!
Feng Jiuxiao said, "I have smelled it. It's colorless and odorless here. I can't tell if it's poisonous. But we have this." He took out a tablet of green ant teeth and swept it back and forth on each food. As long as the food is strange, the green ant teeth will change color and turn black.
The color of the green mitogen teeth has not changed.
This is even more strange. Did you misunderstand them?
Chang Zijin said at this time: "Have you ever thought about it, the monk is not necessarily interested in the Blood Rain Fragrance Sword! Or rather, it is not just the Blood Rain Fragrance Sword!"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Feng Jiuxiao's eyes narrowed slightly, his face darkened, "You mean, they have other ideas?" He looked at Yuan Zishan.
Yuan Zishan frowned, feeling that Chang Zijin's words were involved!
Sure enough, Chang Zijin said, "I just noticed that the monk peeked at Zishan six times!"
What?
The air instantly dropped to freezing point!
Who doesn’t know that Yuan Zishan is Feng Jiuxiao’s reverse scale!
This monk is simply desperate!
Erni obviously felt that the atmosphere was wrong! Although she looked at Feng Jiuxiao's expression, although there was no change, she sensitively noticed that Feng Jiuxiao was already burning with anger!
Yuan Zishan frowned and said, "In my impression, the monk only looked at me. His eyes seemed to look at the ground the rest of the time. Why didn't I feel that he was peeking at me?"
Chang Zijin said: "We have different positions. He is facing you. From your perspective, he has never raised his head or looked at you. But from my perspective, his eyes have at least a few glances at the tip of your shoes and the hem of your skirt!"
Yuan Zishan frowned and said, "Damn it!" A monk actually had such an evil thought, and he was definitely not a real monk! At least he was not a qualified monk!
Feng Jiuxiao said: "A lot of people gathered here tonight, but those people didn't make any noise at all. Don't you find it strange?"
Zeng Yong listened carefully around him, "It seems that there is no one upstairs! I'll go up and take a look!"
Pang Shiwu said: "I will accompany you!"
Feng Jiuxiao said: "No need, there are people above! There are only a few women and children, and they don't know how to do martial arts."
Pang Shiwu was stunned, "Where have those people gone?"
Feng Jiuxiao said: "We will visit Panlong Temple tonight! Maybe we can find a few lewd monks!"
Chapter completed!