Sangyu City, Bailong Temple.

It is not as elegant as other temples, but it is different from the style of any temple.

The whole building is carved by white stone. The monks wear the now rare moon-white monk's robe with dragon embroidery on it. In addition, the carved railings are solemn and holy.

The tour guide in front entered the temple and put away the flag, closed the trumpet, and whispered: "This place was built in the Tang and Song dynasties. It was not verified in the age of the year. It was originally a small temple for resting feet and was not very famous. However, decades ago, the local area of ​​Sangyu was white at night, and the dust and dirt in the temple body peeled off, revealing the snow-white stone walls. It was a sensation at that time, which attracted attention."

"A prime minister once passed by Bailong Temple and once said: Tiangou bathes in blood, Bailong suppresses evil. Although there has not been any miracles in Bailong Temple, the temple itself is already a rare miracle."

Qin Kun and his group followed the tour guide at this time. When they heard the tour guide's words, the few people were shocked.

miracle?

Today's public opinion is so free, and it is inevitable that it is a bit unreal to describe a temple with the words "miracle".

However, White Dragon Temple is indeed special.

"Why haven't I heard of such a place in China?"

Xu Yang knew everything about food, drink, and entertainment. Such an unusual temple was originally quite novel, but he had never heard of it.

"This thing looks very similar to the stones in Han Coffin Village?"

Wu Senran dug the white walls in the temple. These whites are not painted powder, but are real white stones. Compared with the white marble, they feel a bit rough, but they seem to be more resistant to dirt, or in other words, rainwater is easier to clean the dust and dirt on it.

Hodge let out a sigh and rubbed his finger against the stone pillar next to him: "It doesn't seem to feel that cold, it feels quite comfortable to touch."

The three of them were puzzled and looked at Qin Kun in surprise. Qin Kun found that the three of them had a consultation in their eyes and shrugged: "The first time I'm here, don't ask me."

After a while, Yuan Xinghan ran over.

"Director Qin, you are all here!" Yuan Xinghan had already walked around with the tour guide. It was hard to imagine that there was such a good place in Sangyu City.

In terms of exquisiteness, it is comparable to the Yanjun Temple in Han Coffin Village. In the ancient architectural landscape, his lack of imagination has been continuously supplemented.

"Director Qin——"

Today Tu Xuanxuan was wearing a hot, half-shoulder-slimming outfit, wearing a hat, sunglasses, exposed shoulder straps, and carrying a SLR camera in her hand. Fortunately, she was wearing a long skirt, so it was still a question whether she could enter the temple.

"Brother Yuan, why didn't you tell me when you left? I even looked for you for a while."

Tu Xuanxuan was a little dissatisfied and made Yuan Xinghan inexplicable.

I'm leaving? Did I tell you when I left the hotel?

Except for Yuan Xinghan, Tu Xuanxuan and Qin Kun and others knew what happened, but they were hesitating whether to tell Tu Xuanxuan about this.

If she knew that the person she had been shopping with for the afternoon was not Yuan Xinghan now... she would not know what would happen.

"Xuanxuan, let's go and take us around."

Xu Yang spoke up and urged Tu Xuanxuan to change the topic.

According to Qin Kun's arrangement, they discussed together that it would be better not to tell Tu Xuanxuan about this. Sometimes even if she told her, maybe she thought that her and her few people were doing pranks to scare her.

Tu Xuanxuan walked in front and looked at the photos in the camera to Xu Yang and Wu Senran, constantly praised: "Brother Yuan is worthy of being an artist. These photos are so beautiful! They can all be on the cover of the magazine. When I go back, I will invite you to have a meal with Sister Jiang Lan~"

Yuan Xinghan, who was praised at the end, was laughable and crying.

Yuan Xinghan saw that there were still his figure in several selfies of Tu Xuanxuan, and his body felt a little chilled.

"Brother Qin, what's going on... I've been alone in the afternoon."

In the afternoon, Yuan Xinghan was walking around the funeral street. Could it be that he was wandering around and the soul ran out to play with Tu Xuanxuan?

Qin Kun told him the general matter and patted him on the shoulder comfortably: "Although I don't know, you and her are not terrible. Just pretend that it hasn't happened before."

Yuan Xinghan's heart was in his throat, and when he heard that there was no ghost energy, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But this kind of thing is too incredible!!

According to Qin Kun's logic, as the old nest of Sangyu City, a few more big ghosts appeared in places like the northern school, which made Zhong Jizong's three families look too incompetent.

Qin Kun felt much more relieved after confirming that they were not entangled with ghost energy.

Several people walked together for a while, and Xu Yang accidentally ran into a lonely female tourist. The woman was not young but still charming. She looked back at Xu Yang frequently. Xu Yang knew that he had a story tonight.

"Well, Qin Kun, I'll go for a walk, see you later?"

"Xu Yang, you..." Before Qin Kun finished speaking, Xu Yang had already left.

"Director Qin, let's go and have a walk."

Obviously, Wu Senran and Hodge's eyes were red with jealousy. Seeing Xu Yang's little face quickly talking to the female tourist, he felt sour in his heart.

Tourism on terrifying supernatural routes is also tourism. As long as it is tourism, who doesn’t expect to encounter a romantic encounter?

Qin Kun's nose was crooked. Although Sangyu City was safer, you two wouldn't be like this, right?

"Wu Senran, you are not afraid of female ghosts' revenge!" Qin Kun reminded.

Wu Senran touched the jade hairpin on his chest and said righteously: "If it really comes to an irresistible moment, I will refuse rationally!"

Fuck you! If you are really retaliated by the female ghost, I will ignore your life or death!

"Director Qin, why are you injured?"

After Hoqi and Wu Senran left together, Tu Xuanxuan discovered that there was a wound under Qin Kun’s trachea that was wrapped. Qin Kun said, “I was so angry by them.”

Tu Xuanxuan shrank her neck: "Then I'll leave first, as it's free time. I heard that there is nearly a hundred old monks in the temple. They are very powerful. I'll go to Bubu's marriage."

Bu’s marriage? A monk has a pure six senses. You can ask the monk to Bu a mao’s marriage. Is it okay to ask the Taoist priest?

When he noticed that Qin Kun was staring at him suspiciously, Tu Xuanxuan's face flashed with redness, and she left without waiting for Qin Kun to respond.

At this moment, Qin Kun and Yuan Xinghan are the only ones left.

Damn...

Qin Kun didn't understand very much. Since these people went to the Cold Coffin Ghost Town and saw the Destiny Monument, they were like the spring wild dogs.

"Don't you go to Bubu's marriage?" Qin Kun looked at Yuan Xinghan.

Yuan Xinghan touched his nose and accepted his fate: "On the fate monument, I was buried with Lanlan, why don't you? By the way, I will get married in a while, and you have to come and support me."

"I'm so proud, would you give me such news suddenly? Do you know if you would kill the dog?!" Qin Kun was hit by an older young man's marriage and was a little sad as a single dog.

Yuan Xinghan chuckled: "There's no way, you were not there at the time of engagement at the end of the year. By the way, when I went to your house to find you at the end of the year, why did the little fat man you lived with called you Qin Heigou?"

When Yuan Xinghan was engaged, it happened that Qin Kun was going home for the New Year. He made a special trip to find Qin Kun, but he met Wang Gan.

Depend on!

Qin Kun's heart was gloomy. How could such a frustrated nickname be spread?

Fatty...you're so dead...

Yuan Xinghan has learned to look at his face now. He found that Qin Kun's face was wrong, and gritted his teeth and ran away silently. At this time, he intuition told himself not to mess with Qin Kun.

Successfully avoiding the furious Qin Kun, Yuan Xinghan stretched his waist and walked in the White Dragon Temple with great comfort.

As a painter, Yuan Xinghan has the habit of carrying paper and pen.

I just found a tree and painted tourists. This is his profession, his interests, and his beliefs.

Yuan Xinghan's sketching skills are very high. The people of the flowers, plants, trees and temples are vivid on the paper, with standard composition, perfect light and shadow, and all living beings are vivid. There are tourists watching around him, and when they see Yuan Xinghan's paintings, they all exclaimed and wanted him to draw a picture for themselves. Yuan Xinghan smiled and declined.

After a while, two sketches were finished, and a familiar voice came over.

"Brother Yuan! What a coincidence."

After Yuan Xinghan finished his last stroke, he raised his head and saw that it was Tu Xuanxuan coming.

"Xuanxuan? What a coincidence, don't you go to the old monk to ask about your marriage?"

Yuan Xinghan smiled and joked.

"What are you talking nonsense? What old monk asked about marriage..." Tu Xuanxuan's face turned red, changing the topic, "Brother Yuan, this place is so beautiful. Can you take a few photos for me?"

"No problem, I'm the best at this."

Yuan Xinghan put away the paper and pen and brought it to the camera.

Yuan Xinghan's photography works have also won a big prize. Seeing Tu Xuanxuan's SLR is just an entry-level machine, but for him, using this machine to take a few photos of a beauty is simply a slight idea.

The two of them took photos as they walked, and Yuan Xinghan's professional side suddenly showed up. Different lights, angles, adjust different parameters, and strive to achieve the most perfect standard for the work. While resting, Tu Xuanxuan bought two bottles of drinks and looked at the photos in the camera.

“Wow…so beautiful…”

Tu Xuanxuan covered her face, it was incredible that the photos of this level were a world of difference compared to those taken by her boyfriend A Li. A Li had never taken her so beautifully.

Tu Xuanxuan was overjoyed, took a selfie, posted a message on her Moments, deliberately letting Yuan Xinghan reveal half of her body.

The vanity of the little girl was greatly satisfied by allowing the vice chairman of Linjiang Calligraphy and Painting Association to be a photographer for herself.

Seeing Tu Xuanxuan secretly playing cleverness, Yuan Xinghan shook his head helplessly, but he was also very happy to see the other party liked his photos so much.

After a while of rest,

Suddenly, Tu Xuanxuan's cell phone rang.

In the noisy temple, the phone was particularly loud, making Yuan Xinghan almost cover his ears.

What happened?
To be continued...