During the day, in Ziwuzhai, the most distinctive hotel in Muqiao Town, Qin Kun and his group had a meal of steamed purple bamboo rice.

The cage is filled with bamboo fragrance, and the disposable bowl is made of bamboo leaves. Next to it is bacon and salted duck eggs. The bacon is fat and not greasy. The duck egg oil is delicious. When you feed it into your mouth, it tastes mellow. It is accompanied by pickled bamboo shoots taken out of the cold well water. It tastes amazing.

After drinking a bowl of seaweed soup, Qin Kun came back alive.

The moisture in Wuzhou City is heavier than in Linjiang City, but the food is spicy, and the whole body is stimulated by the spicy taste, sweat gushing out, driving away the cold and warming the body, and the whole body is comfortable.

During the day, you can see that this town located in the suburbs of Wuzhou City has a unique flavor, with mountains, many bamboos, water, many bridges, streams running through the town, with many canals like ravines, lush vegetation, and primitive flavor.

Moreover, in the town, you can see some witches and gods dressed in ethnic minorities.

"There are many such towns in Wuzhou. There are many Miao witches here since ancient times, and many magic techniques have been passed down. Muqiao Town is the largest tribe near Wuzhou. I heard that in the late Song Dynasty, a monk Zhikong came here to build a temple with a certificate to spread Buddhism, which was incompatible with the local area. The small temple has been calm. When Yuan Meng went south, there was a war disaster here. The Han people who fled there were killed one after another, and the Miao witches who took in Han people were also persecuted. However, the Miao witches who worshipped the Han people were mostly slaughtered. Monk Zhikong concealed his body and buried it around the temple, but dreamed of hundreds of ghosts asking for their lives all day long, and he went crazy from then on."

"After that, a master of life and death came here and saw that the yin energy was soaring into the sky. He did it for thirty-three days to calm down the ghost affairs, and then changed the small temple here to Luanchan Temple. The master passed on a secret technique to let Monk Zhikong practice. Later, Zhikong accommodated many children who had survived the disaster, which was the original appearance of Luanchan Temple."

In fact, the most taboo in local beliefs is to conflict with foreign beliefs. The reason why local witches and gods can tolerate the existence of the sect temple is to repay the kindness of taking in the temple. If the Mongolians do not kill monks, Zhikong will ordain those homeless children and take them to their subordinates, which will prevent the population from being cut off in the ten miles of the countryside.

Walking through a wooden bridge, next to it was a genius selling gourds. His face was wiping his purple lips. He greeted: "Several people, come and ask for prophecy or ask for gods? There is only one gourd of gourd hexagram, and a can of turbid water is the end of the world. Come and try it?"

The divine man stopped a few people on the bridge, but he said it to Qin Kun.

Qin Kun replied politely: "No, I heard that there is a Luanchan Temple here, let's take a look today."

The god man smiled silently: "That's right, in our town, Luanchan Temple is a famous one. The Ten Miles and Eight Towns use Muqiao Town as the main hall to pray for heaven and gods because Luanchan Temple is covered."

Qin Kun heard the other party’s logic was wrong and asked with a smile: “Can Buddhism still protect you primitive gods?”

Many witch sects in China have enveloped all things with spirits and can become gods, which is equivalent to the Jie Sect in the beginning of the myth, so snakes, scorpions, dinosaurs, and mountains and rivers can become gods. However, Buddha and primitive gods have never been recognized in their faith, and the other party actually said that they were covered by the Luan Zen Temple, which of course it makes no sense.

The divine man replied honestly: "Although we have the skills to invite gods, some messy Yin gods will be invited. Those who are not good at magic have to ask the old monks in Luanchan Temple to exorcise evil spirits. Isn't this just a cover?"

Qin Kun suddenly realized that he smiled and said goodbye to the gods.

The god-man looked at Qin Kun's back, pecked at the hookah, and signaled to the person next to him: "Hey, where did these fellow practitioners come from? It seems that they have some skills?"

The sage man next to him shook his head, and a witch selling bamboo strips interrupted, "I have seen the old lady inside. She is the third lady of Caotou Village. She is the one who takes care of Caotou Village."

"Are Hei Sangu here? Then they are coming to trouble Luanchan Temple?"

The first god shook his head and scooped the stream water with a gourd ladle: "It's not like. Luanchan Temple is a troublesome, who else can I find it? Maybe I asked the old monk to exorcise evil spirits. Forget it, no matter what they are, I hope they are safe and sound."

"Yeah, there are times when the gourd man is pitying others?" The god man next to him was surprised.

The god man pecked the hookah and squinted his eyes and replied, "Hey, don't say, when the young man who led the lead came just now, I scooped a bucket of water. The water was clear and bright, and it was a rare source of blessing. The young man was alive and blessing was not a problem."

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Qin Kun and his group entered the mountain. The scenery here was primitive and there were many tourists, but they had not been designated as a scenic spot. Most of the tourists who came here hired witches and gods to lead them into the mountains to play.

In the cold weather, the simple stone steps were a little slippery, and it was much colder here than outside. Some mountain people living in the mountains even started to set up a farm stay.

As soon as the gimmicks of "cooking tea in the ice spring", "cooking rice in the wild bamboo", and "smoked fish in the stone pot" were launched, many people who claim to be talented.

After passing a crowded place, the road is difficult to walk.

"Twenty miles away from the other side of the mountain is the Wuzhai of Blind Ya Mountain, which is more famous than Grandma's Caotou Village. Luan Chan Temple is in another direction, and there is only a small road ahead. Qin Dang's family, be careful." Hei Po reminded truthfully.

At the fork at the fork, a bluestone erected there, with moss everywhere. The words carved on the bluestone were almost smoothed by time, but when you rub the bluestone, you can still vaguely distinguish the words on it.

"Fine wine and food pass through the intestines, kill people and set fire to the Buddha's family"

Signature Du Xingyun.

Du Xingyun, a Vajra Moving Mountain?

Qin Kun was stunned. This was the Yuan Dynasty’s Tiangou!

There was a meeting between the six mysteries of Bailong Temple. He was a bearded man, Du Luliang, the Taoist who moved the mountain in Du Qinghan, and even Du Qinghan's father. He had actually come here? Could it be that he was the one who preached the Dharma to Monk Zhikong at that time?

"Why, Qin Dangjia, don't know the incision of Luanchan Temple?"

Taoist Master Zhao Wumian asked, Qin Kun shook his head. This time span seemed to connect everyone together in the dark, as if ghost hunting had branches and leaves scattered from Maoshan Mountain. Fuyu Mountain is a new bud of old trees. If it grows up, it will be the Nine Lands and other schools.

The road is quiet and there is no way to go after walking for a while, but there are many tributes left by pilgrims on the side of the road.

The temple was looming in the fog, with incense, candles, paper money, and braziers not lit, placed beside the road, as if the pilgrims dared not come to the temple to worship, so they put them down and ran away.

There are countless red cloths wrapped around the trees, some of which have been washed white by the rain, swaying in the wind like plain and foggy weather, which always makes people feel uncomfortable.

"arrive."

Several people stood still, and the plaque was smashed at the entrance of the dilapidated temple, leaving only the word "联" and Zen was nowhere to go.

Two stone lions stood quietly at the entrance of the temple, and the lion was holding a human head in its mouth.

The bloody head hung in the lion's mouth with his eyes open, and the flesh on his neck was hanging. It was the head of a foreigner. He was greatly frightened before his death.

The female lion next to her was stepping on half of her body under her claws, leaning towards the sky with her arms hanging down weakly from the stone mount.

Chief Cang Yi and his others were slightly stunned. The tragic situation made their hearts twitch.

Is someone dead?

In broad daylight, is this dead?

Bang bang bang

The incredible scene made everyone stunned. Then they heard the eighteen bronze bells in the temple, and the incense and candles along the road began to ignite spontaneously.

Smoke was shrouded in the Buddha's voice and Zen singing, the wooden door opened, and the ancient temple began to welcome guests.
Chapter completed!