Yunluo and Xiangchu Chunzi went to another temple at dusk. There was an open temple inside, located on a high stone platform. It looked very old, and the stone statues and stone walls had turned gray-black as if they had been burned by fire.

Behind the temple, there is a beautiful golden reclining Buddha lying on its side, and a giant tree reaching up to the sky. The round treetops appear as black silhouettes after sunset. The scenes here, the high platform, the reclining Buddha, and the giant tree all seem to be from ancient times and do not belong to this modern society.

After leaving the temple gate, the noise of the night market hits you across the wall. The colorful lanterns light up the streets, making them even more crowded, and the sound of music sounds. At night, the function of the market changes. It not only sells various commodities, but also folk customs, folk painters, and musicians come to show their skills on such nights, and at the same time, they also come to make a living.

Yunluo saw a little girl of four or five years old sitting cross-legged in the middle of the street. There was a mat on the ground with a harp on it. She was wearing a pink robe and had a cute chubby face. She seemed to be deaf to the noise around her. She was just concentrating on playing the harp, as if she was sitting in the wild, with only a pond and lotus flowers beside her, but not the figures of passers-by wearing different shoes.

How did such a young girl manage to be like an old monk in meditation? Or are Thai people born with the ability to carve out a piece of pure land anywhere, concentrate their minds, and isolate themselves from all the noise?

In front of us was another five-member band, consisting of five men in ethnic costumes. These five men held different musical instruments and played joyful tunes. The interesting thing was that they not only sat in the middle of the street, but also sat in a straight line vertically, much like sitting on an invisible narrow boat. If they were holding oars instead of musical instruments, it would not be strange.

But Yunluo and Xiangchu Chunzi couldn't stand and admire for long. Because people kept pushing over. Yunluo and Xiangchu Chunzi kept looking at each other as they walked along, to see if they had gotten separated. Suddenly, there was another louder noise, and five or six people who looked like people on a stage came over. Some were fat, some were thin, and they were wearing red and green. They were wearing heavy makeup.

Tourists pouring in from all over the world have also become a part of the night market. They lie leisurely on comfortable chairs on the street while getting Thai massage, some close their eyes for a nap, and some watch the passers-by with interest.

These tourists treat the streets as beaches, and the night breeze blows on their faces. Although it does not have the salty taste of the sea breeze, it brings the aroma of food, the smell of essential oils, and the scent of grass leaves, which makes people peaceful and intoxicated.

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Do you think elephants are simple and honest? Let me tell you, this is an illusion.

Look at its appearance, solid as a house, four legs like pillars, thick skin like rough bark, wrinkled. The whole body is motionless, occasionally moving its big ears.

It doesn't make much noise. It always stands and walks silently. Yunluo believes that it really came from ancient times, from the glaciers and wastelands. Although mammoths have become fossils and dinosaurs have lived in legends, giant animals like elephants still live well in Africa and Asia. In Chiang Mai, I can finally look at such a big guy up close.

It's not like I haven't seen elephants before. There are always a few in the zoo that look not only silent but indifferent. They chew hay silently, looking bored. But if you put people in there and make a prison of it, they will look like this after a long time. Some of them can even jump up and down like monkeys, excited as if they want to tear down the house.

When you arrive in Chiang Mai, riding an elephant through the forest is one of the most interesting activities. You can sign up for a one-day tour at the front desk of each inn, which includes riding an elephant. When you arrive at the elephant village, at first, you can't see any big difference between the elephants here and the elephants in the zoo. They seem to have brighter skin.

Two elephants here, three elephants there, and a few elephants standing under the trees on the hillside. Elephants always stand, and their eyes don't look at you very much. They always look at the ground and never look up at the sky. If you want to talk about the most down-to-earth animals, it must be elephants. It is not difficult to ride an elephant, because there is a seat on the back for tourists to ride, which can accommodate two people at a time.

Although we were sitting at such a high place and there were things blocking the way ahead, we didn't need to be afraid at all. The elephants moved slowly, so we didn't need to panic like we would on a horse. Yunluo and Xiangchu Chunzi rode on the same elephant, and there was a driver sitting on the elephant's neck.

For Chiang Mai people, elephants are as convenient a means of transportation as motorcycles, of course, that was before roads were built. In every corner of the ancient city, there are statues of elephants, which fully demonstrates the local people's love for this animal. When Yunluo and Xiangchu Junzi rode on the elephants and walked up the hillside, Yunluo felt like he had returned to the era of riding elephants through the jungle.

The trees on the hillside were not tall, and most of them were slender. The dirt road where the elephants walked was covered with green grass. Yunluo thought that the elephants were more comfortable than in the zoo. At least they could find food to eat from the trees and grass along the way.

The elephant driver slid down from the elephant's back and asked Yunluo if he wanted to ride on the elephant's neck. Of course, he had to try riding on a giant vehicle like an elephant. However, riding on the elephant's neck, Yunluo was not as relaxed as its driver. He could sit sideways or crookedly. Yunluo had to hold the elephant's ears to keep his balance.

As the elephant climbed up the hill, its trunk was always busy, stretching out again and again to ask for bananas. We had to give it food, otherwise it would spit again. Yunluo's impression of the elephant's honesty and simplicity changed slightly. This guy was a little cunning. He didn't ask his driver for food, but asked tourists for food. He was quite scheming.

But it has rules, it will not ask other elephants for food, even if they are right in front of it. Professional ethics should be the result of well-trained, but the naughty little elephant does not care about these rules.

As Yunluo and Xiangchu Chunzi's elephant team went uphill and downhill and returned to the elephant village, a baby elephant ran over and looked at the tourists on the elephant's back like a child, stretching out its trunk, as if to say, "I am a child, do you have anything delicious?"

The mother elephant followed immediately. She didn't stop him, but just lowered her head and looked at the baby elephant. Her expression seemed to be laughing. No matter how much the elephant and the baby elephant ate bananas, they could never be full. We fed them all the way to the elephant bus station and got off the elephant's back.

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I was awakened by the strange crowing of a rooster in the morning. I was half asleep and half awake. I still remember wondering why the crowing of the rooster here was so strange. It was not a clear and long cry. Instead, it was short, as if someone was pinching the neck and leaking air. Although the rooster's call was different, dawn still came as promised.

Xiang Chu Chunzi rubbed against Yun Luo's arms tenderly, and Hong Shu Tangtang also rubbed against Yun Luo's face, which was very interesting.

The morning sunlight is like being washed in clear water. Spread out your five fingers, and the sunlight will filter through your fingers, just like filtering through the railings and leaves, leaving a shadow on the ground.

Air exists, but it is not the wind. Air is invisible. Yunluo feels it not because he is breathing, but because he walks lightly. He can still feel the special fragrance of the frangipani, which is wrapped in the fragrance of the grass leaves soaked in dew and gently blows over. The fragrance is tactile, with soft tentacles similar to climbing vines.

Plumeria flowers are blooming high up, inside and outside the walls, white, orange-red, the colors are just right, elegant and warm. No matter if it's white or orange-red. Dark hair will be more beautiful. On a tropical island, a chocolate-skinned woman wearing flowers. Black hair down to the waist, looking back and smiling, black and white eyes, the smile seems to overflow from the picture, flowing out.

When I was a kid, I got a card from somewhere. There was a beautiful woman wearing flowers on it. I kept it for a long time. When I saw the frangipani, Yunluo thought of the beautiful woman card. Southeast Asia is popular. You can wear flowers and run around the streets without being considered a flower maniac.

The sun shines, and the frangipani is refreshing. There are other flowers, too. Some I can't name, but I recognize the lotus and morning glory, but the color here is bluer and more purple, and I don't know if the pink clusters are called hydrangeas. There are flowers and trees on the east-west alleys, walls, courtyards, and corners of houses, and there are lush vines.

Without these flowers and trees, the streets of Chiang Mai would be even more lonely. There are various ancient towns in the water towns of Jiangnan, China. The ink-colored alleys are still quiet, but the people there don't like to plant flowers in front of their homes.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Yunluo and Xiangchu Chunzi walked into the alley. They woke up late and did not see the alms-giving scene. They only saw the free and easy backs of several monks who were walking back to their temple. Students in school uniforms were just leaving for school. Yunluo followed several monks into an alley. In a blink of an eye, the monks disappeared and there was another temple in front.

Chiang Mai has a variety of temples. Golden walls, white columns, white pagodas; tall spires, intricate and delicate patterns, colorful inlays, gorgeous beyond words, like paintings. Not only that, the traces of the new and the old are woven together, the old ones look like they have been burned, the statues have turned into smoky gray and ochre red, and the new ones look like gold and silver coins that have been polished many times, shining.

Chiang Mai's temples prefer pure colors, but you can't deny their solemnity. The little monk statues meditating on the path have nothing to do with this solemnity, but look happy, just like the little statues outside the houses and in the inn.

In every corner of the ancient city, there are small clay statues sitting on the ground. The little monk is smiling, the little girl is smiling, the old woman with flowers is smiling, the elephant is smiling, the pig is smiling. If Yun Luo is standing on the street and smiling, he will not be regarded as a fool, because Yun Luo is not smiling alone.

The hustle and bustle of the streets seems far away, and the melodious music takes you back to the jungle, where the subtle fragrance lingers, and you can take the opportunity to take a good nap. In the evening, as refreshing as the frangipani in the morning, walk to your favorite temple.

Yunluo hugged Xiang Chuchunzi and sat on a green wooden chair, watching the sunlight fade away little by little.

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If it wasn't a call from an unfamiliar number, Yunluo might have been able to spend a few days with Xiang Chuchunzi in Thailand. There were not many people who could make Yunluo give up the idea of ​​traveling and immediately take Xiang Chuchunzi back to Xihu City, and Feng Wuyou was one of them.

Feng Wuyou didn't say anything nonsense. With Feng Wuyou's power, it was very easy for him to find out where Yun Luo had gone. He even knew that Yun Luo had accepted a beautiful girl. He called Yun Luo with an unfamiliar number and kept it a secret.

"The Human Demon, Hades, and Satan are all missing. No one knows where they are. The Black Domain has become chaotic. The people under the Baxia are unstable. I need you. The three of us, level six, will go together to kill people. Kill our own people until we are stable."

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