Chapter 609 Mountain Temple
The next morning.
Looking at Nanfeng, the mountain temple.
The Yinling Mountains in Zhongnan are beautiful, with snow piled up to the clouds.
The golden morning glow fell on the snow-covered temple. Standing at the temple gate and looking around, you can see mountains connected to each other, one mountain within another, like a coiled dragon or snake, winding endlessly for more than a thousand miles.
Although the golden sun was just rising, there were high and cold snow-capped mountains all around, so apart from the ever-unmelting snow underfoot, there was no grass growing around, and not even a bird or animal could be seen.
What there is is just this lonely mountain temple and the five people who are resting in the temple.
After a night of travel, Wei Changtian and his party had crossed the outskirts of Tianshan Mountains as planned and arrived at the mountain called "Wangnan".
This is also the last named mountain in Tianshan Mountains. Going forward, there are only unnamed mountains.
“.”
“I didn’t expect there was a temple in this poor place.”
After standing outside the temple gate and watching for a while, Wei Changtian muttered softly, seeming a little surprised.
Zhang San and Lu Huang were making a fire in the temple at this time, preparing to cook porridge for breakfast.
Yang Liushi was using melted snow to clean a snow rabbit that had just been unfortunately touched by a few people, intending to roast it and eat it.
Huang Sheng followed Wei Changtian and explained after hearing his words:
"Sir, this temple was originally the headquarters of a small religious sect."
"It's just that this sect is not very popular. After the leader died several decades ago, they all scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only the sect here."
"Later, several wealthy families in Liangzhou City paid to renovate this place and turned it into a mountain temple, where they worshipped the Snow God of Tianshan Mountain."
"In fact, there are still many people who come here to worship in summer and autumn."
“.”
It can be seen that Huang Sheng is indeed familiar with the situation in Tianshan Mountain, and he can talk about the origin of this temple in great detail.
As Wei Changtian listened, he walked into the main hall and looked up at the several-meter-tall statue of a god enshrined in the center.
Compared with the "ugly-looking" statues of Buddhist gods such as Vajra and Hercules, the Taoist statues are obviously much more kind and benevolent.
His white beard fluttered, one hand resting on his knee and the other hand slightly hanging down, his eyes looking straight ahead, as if he was looking at the snow-capped mountains stretching outside the temple.
Oh my god, is this the Snow God?
Why is it another old man? I always feel that a deity like the Snow God should be a woman with cool clothes and a good figure. After complaining in his heart, Wei Changtian retracted his gaze and looked at the bronze urn, bronze plate and other items placed in front of the statue.
There were no rotten offerings on it, and even the ashes in the incense burner were very smooth, which seemed to indicate that someone had maintained it.
"Captain Huang, this mountain temple is quite large, there should be a Taoist priest living here, right?"
"Sir, there are indeed people living here during other seasons."
Huang Sheng replied: "However, no one comes to worship in winter. In addition, this place is deep in the Tianshan Mountains, and monsters occasionally appear. Therefore, these Taoists will temporarily leave in winter and come back in the spring of the following year."
"I see."
Wei Changtian nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
At this time, the aroma of porridge wafted through the courtyard.
"Sir, the porridge is ready."
Zhang San ran in and said something.
"Um."
Wei Changtian responded casually and was about to drink some porridge, but his eyes suddenly turned to the feet of the statue.
Just now, he seemed to hear a slight noise here.
"Sir, I heard it too."
Beside him, Huang Sheng, who had slowly drawn his sword, proved that he was not hallucinating.
The two looked at each other, and then slowly approached the snow god statue on the mountain.
Yang Liushi and Lu Huang in the courtyard also noticed the situation here. They walked towards the main hall with serious expressions and prepared for battle.
To be honest, with the combined combat power of Wei Changtian and his companions, they would not panic at all even if they encountered a second-grade master.
However, the Tianshan Mountains are sparsely populated after all, so it is better to be cautious in everything you do.
Just like this, Wei Changtian and Huang Sheng were in front, Zhang San, Lu Huang and Yang Liushi were behind, and the five of them approached the statue step by step, preparing to find out the source of the sound just now.
However, just when Wei Changtian, who was walking in front, was only one step away from the statue, something unexpected suddenly occurred.
The statue's eyes, which were originally looking straight ahead, suddenly moved and looked down, with their gaze falling directly on the five people at its feet! Then, an extremely cold voice suddenly exploded in everyone's ears.
"roll!!!"
“.”
It was like a muffled thunder from the sky, or like a whisper from the devil's mouth.
The cry of "get out" seemed to be mixed with divine power that was both good and evil, forming a great contrast with the kind appearance of the statue.
Not only did the clay statue's eyes move, but it also spoke.
If an ordinary person were here, he would have been scared out of his wits and piss himself to death by now.
But apart from being a little surprised at first, Wei Changtian and the other four did not show the slightest sign of fear.
Lu Huang, Huang Sheng and Zhang San still had a hint of vigilance on their faces.
The expressions of Wei Changtian and Yang Liushi are even more intriguing.
The two looked at each other, and both saw a hint of being at a loss whether to laugh or cry in each other's eyes.
Good job.
The level of this illusion is too low.
After one stick of incense.
A rabbit with its fur peeled off was being roasted next to the blazing bonfire. Fat dripped down the brown and crispy rabbit legs, making crackling sounds in the fire.
Not far from the roasted rabbit, Zhang San was holding a little white fox and sharpening his knife.
"Sir, this snow fox probably has 20 to 30 years of cultivation."
"I will kill it and roast it for the dish!"
“.”
Holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, Wei Changtian drank porridge while glancing at the little fox whose fate had been "strangled by the throat" by Zhang San, feeling quite speechless.
I thought it was some kind of amazing adventure, but it turned out to be just a fox causing trouble.
This monster was not very powerful. It was probably taking advantage of the winter when no one was in the temple to "stay" here, but unfortunately it met me.
But to be honest, although this little guy's illusion skills are not very good, even Zhang San can see through it.
But its ability to conceal its presence is quite good. I stayed in the main hall for quite a while without noticing its presence.
If it hadn't lost its temper and wanted to use the statue to scare itself away, this matter might have just passed.
"Forget it, fox meat doesn't taste good."
Looking at Yang Liushi, who had a complicated expression, Wei Changtian waved his hand at Zhang San and said, "Let him go."
"Sir, if you don't eat it, I will. Yes! I'll let you go right away!"
Zhang San originally wanted to get himself a extra meal, but when he saw Wei Changtian's eyes, he quickly stopped talking and dropped the little fox to the ground.
The latter was also "cunning" enough. When it was in Zhang San's hands, it clearly looked like "I'm dead", but as soon as it fell to the ground, it was as if it suddenly came back to life, ran away, and disappeared into the depths of the mountain temple in the blink of an eye.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Everyone burst into laughter when they saw this, and no one cared where it went.
Only Yang Liushi secretly cast a grateful look at Wei Changtian, and then lowered her head slightly.
Soon, everyone put the matter out of their minds and continued to eat breakfast while the porridge was still hot.
But "Sir, why does this porridge taste a bit smelly?"
"Well, I don't think it stinks."
"Hmm? Captain Huang, General Lu, what about you? Do you think there's something wrong with this porridge?"
"No"
"Ah? Ma'am, what about you?"
"It doesn't stink, Zhang San, is it because your mouth stinks?"
“My mouth doesn’t stink.”
Looking at Yang Liushi who was serious and Wei Changtian who was trying hard not to laugh, Zhang San was full of doubts.
"Could it be that the fox cast an illusion on me again?"
"That's not right. I didn't notice anything different about my Qi this time."
(End of this chapter)
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