"We wanted to go to Jiajing to play. We saw it on the map. The name sounds very good, so come and have a look. Do you have a local map for sale here?"

"Yes, I'll give you that later, twenty dollars."

"OK."

"...Here, here are your two rooms. The toilet and bathroom are at the end of the corridor, and the doors can be locked. The quilts and pillows are clean. Disposable toothbrush towels are available. You have to pay for additional air conditioners, but the price is increased."

"Not needed for the time being. We want to take a look here. Are there any ancient buildings here?"

"No, there are no attractions here."

"Does there be no attractions in those tea mountains? Are there any time-honored shops selling tea?"

"There are two old brands, but they are not too old... Tongrenhao and Wanfuhao, have you never heard of it? It's in two directions."

"It's okay. Just give us the map and point it to us."

"All right."

...

"Here, I've drawn it for you."

"Thank you. There is another temple here? Isn't it an ancient building?"

"No, it was built in 1990 or 1980. The small temple has no people on weekdays and doesn't open the door."

"That's it. Thank you."

...

"I was in that house and didn't feel any ghost."

"Yes, I don't feel like there is a ghost."

"It's really troublesome now. I've really been called out by the mushroom."

"Look around first. If you are not here, you might be in Nanxing."

"Um."

...

Video file.

In the video, there is a narrow street, which looks like a street in a third- and fourth-tier city. There are not many shops facing the street and there are not many pedestrians on the street. There are no high-rise buildings, nor particularly modern buildings. The overall style is the same as the 1990s, and they should also be buildings built in the 1990s.

The camera moved, shooting all the scenery along the way.

You can see the top of the mountain in the distance. The mountain is green, not very high or very steep.

The video was switched several times, and the scene was almost the same, so I finally paused for a while.

The picture pauses in a temple.

The black roof and red wall look a bit dazzling.

"This color..." Liu Miao's muttering voice was recorded by the dv and it was heard from outside the video.

"The style around the 1990s." Wu Ling said, walked into the picture, approaching the small window opening on the wall next to the door.

"What was the temple in the 1990s like this?" Liu Miao asked in confusion.

The camera followed.

"During that period, major religions were changing. Everyone in the circle actually encountered some problems." Wu Ling stopped.

The lens fell on that small window.

A piece of white paper was pasted on the glass window, with words in strokes, like a child's handwriting, which said the time of opening the door.

It is obviously not the time for the temple to open.

Wu Ling's voice continued, "The end of the war, the development of science and technology, and the civilizations and cultures of various countries and nations began to be deeply exchanged. Beliefs... or superstition, and then there was a confusion of wavering. For example, does the black cat bring disasters or ward off evil spirits? Ordinary people no longer know the truth, believe in one kind of thing, deny another, nor can they clearly distinguish different ideas in different regions, let alone understand the essence of it, but confuse the concepts and even create many concepts. People who did not know originally began to obtain large amounts of specious information because of the Internet and film and television works, and devoted themselves to the group behavior of fabricating and disseminating this information. The result was very obvious."

Wu Ling knocked on the glass window, but no one responded. He walked to the temple door, pulled the big copper ring, and waited quietly.

"Is this the product of trying?" Liu Miao asked.

The camera was lifted up to take pictures of the main entrance of the temple.

The dull red door has some paint loss. The tiles on the top of the door are also missing.

"One of them." Wu Ling said, then knocked on the big copper ring.

The sound insulation effect of this door is obviously not very good. You can clearly hear someone running behind the door. Soon, there is a harmonious sound coming.

"Here's here! Who!"

A heavy latch sounded behind the door.

The door was pulled open and the door shaft creaked.

Behind the open door was a man wearing a monk's robe and sneakers. He shaved his head, but there was a layer of stubble, not very clean.

He held something, and it was really a latch, shiny, much newer than the door panel.

This slightly antique door is not a door bolt, but a latch to lock the door, which is also somewhat alternative.

"Who are you?" the man asked.

"We are tourists passing by here and want to enter the temple to catch a stick of incense." Wu Ling said, folding his hands together and bowed.

The man frowned and pointed to his left hand, "Didn't you see the notice there? The door will not be opened now, so you can come back the day after tomorrow."

"Master, please trouble you. I want to sing a stick of incense." Wu Ling insisted, "Are there anyone selling incense and candles here? In addition, I want to donate some incense and oil money."

The man's expression was slightly loose. It was probably because he looked at Qingye's people before he made a way out, "Then you come in. You can't stay for too long."

Wu Ling nodded and made another move of folding his hands together.

The man replied with a gift this time.

When Wu Ling and the others entered, the man closed the door again and inserted the latch.

The door bolt seat is still left, just the wood that is missing.

The man leads the way.

This temple is actually a small courtyard and a building. Whether there is a house behind it cannot be seen from the video.

The building you can see when you enter the door is the main building of the temple, where the merit box and the Buddha's statue are placed. In addition, there are only three cushions in front of the merit box and an altar in front of the Buddha's statue.

The temple is very simple and there are many signs of paint falling off inside.

The statue of Buddha is very ordinary, or it can be said to be a big deal. It is neither magnificent nor particularly huge. The three-meter-high statue is covered with a lot of dust on the upper part, and the lower part is not particularly clean.

The man walked past the statue and entered the small door behind.

The video footage circled around the statue and carefully photographed every inch of the room, but nothing was found.

The camera returns to the front of the Buddha statue.

Wu Ling originally looked up at the Buddha statue, but now he has retracted his gaze.

"How is it?" Liu Miao asked in a low voice.

Wu Ling shook his head, "It's a very normal Buddha statue, nothing special."

The camera turned and pointed at Ye Qing.

Ye Qing's face was covered with a layer of mosaic, and there was no expression.

The camera came over.

"Boss, have you found anything?" Liu Miao asked again.

"No."

"Ah..." Liu Miao's tone was a little disappointed.

The man came back, took a pack of incense in his hand and quoted the price.

Wu Ling sang incense and invested money into the merit box.

When a man saw his denomination, his eyes lit up.

"Master, is there only one Buddha statue here?" Wu Ling asked.

The man nodded, "Yes, this one."

"Then this temple is really small...how long has it been history?" Wu Ling asked again.

"History?" the man was surprised and laughed, "What kind of history can this place be built in 1989? Are you a Buddhist? Then you have found the wrong place. You should go to the Universal Mountain, otherwise you will go to the beach, which is authentic there."

"Are there not many people who believe in Buddhism here?"

The man shook his head, "There are not many. Even monks can't stay here. Many people stay here for less than a year and then left."

"You've been here for a long time?"

"I am here. I opened a tea shop, but the business was not good, so I closed it, so I went to the temple. My uncle was the host here. But it was nothing. He also became a monk halfway through and just made a living."

As the man said, lifted the hem of his clothes, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket, and sucked the clouds and politely asked Liu Miao and Ye Qing if they wanted one.

Both of them refused.

"Then, can we ask you about something? The reward is easy to say." Wu Ling changed his mind and suddenly said.
Chapter completed!