"By the way, Lao Luo, do you know about Nanshan Temple around here?"
I asked Lao Luo, since he was a native of this area.
To everyone's surprise, Luo Tianhe shook his head: "Old Chen, I'm in Shenwu County. Although the Shenwu County you mentioned is a branch of Shenwu County, there are still some subtle differences between the two places."
For example, I've never heard of Nanshan Temple. Anyway, there are no temples in Shenwu County. We are Taoists in a strict sense, and the He family has a lot of influence in the county.
Even if a temple is built, it usually doesn't receive offerings of incense!
Luo Tianhe pulled me along while explaining to me.
I pulled Ji Xinglan up, and the rest of us ran together, with Lao Dao and Ant following behind us.
At this moment, Ji Xinglan spoke up: "Uncle Chen, I know Nanshan Temple. I went there once when I was little; my grandfather took me! The monks there are indeed quite capable!"
Ji Xinglan's words made me feel uncomfortable again, because I had seen Ji Xinglan's memories before, and I can now confirm that these few sentences were absolutely not in Ji Xinglan's memories.
In other words, Ji Xinglan had once again concealed something from me.
"I'm sorry, sir, I also have my own difficulties. I'll explain the matter of my memories to you later, but definitely not now!"
Ji Xinglan already knew why I was angry, and quickly gave me a brief explanation.
Now, Ji Xinglan let go of my hand and walked in front.
"Uncle, I'm more familiar with this area, just follow me!"
Ji Xinglan spoke up.
I moved my hand, and for some reason, I felt a strong burning sensation in it.
It might be because of the fog.
"There's something wrong with this fog. As long as our bodies come into contact with it, we'll feel a burning sensation. Uncle, you'd better keep up!"
Ji Xinglan turned around and explained to me, and I suddenly understood.
Luo Tianhe, standing to the side, nodded in agreement: "Yeah, I feel the same way, but there's nothing we can do but follow! A-Dao, Ant, you two, don't lose them, this fog is a bit eerie!"
Luo Tianhe reminded Ant and Lao Dao.
Old Knife grumbled, "What a pity, Brother Luo! If there were something that could connect us, there wouldn't be a problem!"
Old Dao's words woke me up, and I remembered that I had four balls of thread left over when I was sewing up the corpse.
Sure enough, as the saying goes, in this kind of dungeon, every item has a corresponding function.
This ball of yarn is no exception.
I quickly took out the balls of yarn and used them to tie all of us together.
Ji Xinglan walked in front, pulling the ball of yarn, and the four of us followed behind like grasshoppers.
The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and I tried to use the lightning sword to clear it, but unfortunately, I failed. The lightning sword even complained to me.
“Master, this mist is formed from malevolent energy and contains some rules. I can’t dispel it with my power alone. Just do as that girl said, hurry up and go to that temple, and there shouldn’t be any problems!”
Lei Jijian started lecturing again, and I felt really annoyed after listening to him. I don't know why, but I always feel that Lei Jijian has no sense of propriety and is becoming more and more disrespectful.
"Lightning Sword, you've been too talkative!"
I gave a cold snort, then put away the Thunderstrike Sword, and urged Ji Xinglan to speed up.
After speeding up, I felt the burning sensation in my heart gradually subside, and the tense heartbeat also gradually calmed down.
After about ten minutes, we finally crossed a hill and saw a temple not far away.
"Uncle Chen, look, this is Nanshan Temple. It's even bigger than the other temple I know!"
Ji Xinglan stopped and pointed to the temple not far away.
I did glean some details from Ji Xinglan's words.
First of all, the temple was larger than the one that came later, which means that the temple must have undergone some changes in the past two hundred years.
Otherwise, normally temples would get bigger and bigger.
After all, in my time, becoming a monk wasn't an easy thing.
It's not like you can become a monk just by shaving your head. You need sufficient education, qualifications, and connections. Otherwise, you can't even become a monk if you want to!
"Old Chen, something's not right with this temple! It looks like it's radiating Buddha light, but for some reason, I just feel a little uneasy!"
Luo Tianhe frowned as he looked at the temple not far away.
I also sensed it carefully, and just like Luo Tianhe said, I could feel an overwhelming Buddhist light in the temple, but the problem lies in this Buddhist light.
All that looks good on the outside, but rotten inside!
"Let's go, since we're already here, let's make the best of it and go inside!"
I reassured everyone that I had just opened the booklet and looked at its contents, but unfortunately, there was nothing in it.
It's the same sentence I just mentioned; no new content has been added.
We approached the temple we had just visited, and only after entering could we truly appreciate its grandeur.
The temple was decorated in a magnificent and opulent style. It's hard to imagine that a temple could be built like this in such a poor dynasty as the Qing Dynasty.
At the entrance of the temple, there was a donation box. The box was quite large, and I could roughly see through the gaps that it was already full of money.
These are all donations for incense.
"Uncle Chen, I've heard people say before that this temple was very efficacious a long time ago, and the incense was very popular. The local people believed in it!"
Even in the face of great hardship, we will still offer some incense!
Ji Xinglan smiled as she explained the science to us.
I don't actually have a good impression of temples and monks, because many of them use the name of Buddhism to do their own thing.
Hopefully, temples from two hundred years ago weren't like this; we're even prepared to accept their protection!
I stepped forward and began to knock on the door.
Knock knock knock!
I knocked gently three times, and in less than ten seconds, I heard a loud noise inside. Soon, the door opened.
An old monk with white eyebrows appeared. I used my third eye to observe the old monk in front of me.
To be honest, this old monk possessed quite a powerful energy.
I'm sure this monk has some spiritual power.
"Greetings, esteemed guests. I am the abbot of Nanshan Temple, my Dharma name is Hongshi!"
At this moment, Master Hongshi spoke up, introduced himself, and said "Amitabha".
We began to introduce ourselves one by one, and after hearing our introductions, Master Redstone didn't seem too surprised.
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