The boss looked like a typical Peking man. He would be best to brag about this on weekdays. Seeing two people willing to listen to him, and they happened to be those old rumors, they would be boasting very hard. "You guys are you willing to brag about it."
Ask someone, he doesn't know. It's just right to ask me. My family has lived here since the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty." Speaking of this, Chen Jialuo wanted to spit on his face, "I saw the house in this alley
The warlords were built in the late melee, at most less than eighty years... And at that time, this place was a place where nobles gathered and lived, and you, the old man, didn't look like you were having sex with the country.
How come the saying goes that the tune of the Ming Dynasty has been living here!”
However, Chen Jialuo did not say that, but instead came with a supporting actor. Then the boss became more and more excited: "This part is not a Panda Hutong, that's a link. In fact, this place is called the Evil Temple Hutong!
"Suddenly the two people cheered up, "There is such a thing? What's going on?"
Just as they were chattering, the closed place Bo Fu once again stood up from his seat - this time it was not just him, but all the statues in the entire hall were resurrected.
"A lot of delicious fruits are ripe again hahaha!" Bo Fu's voice echoed in the mansion, but he could not hear anything between a wall. The group of guys formed a group, and Bo Fu waved his hand and let out a tall one.
Black sphere. Flashes of lightning burst out from the sphere, and human figures gradually appeared in the lightning and thunder. They tried hard to lift the surface of the black sphere, and it seemed that they wanted to struggle out of it.
Bo Fu did a lot of bad things while traveling through the endless void, one of which was that he made part of his power into a collector - anyway, the five-color divine light is not enough to brush, so doing this kind of thing is not a trivial matter.
The function of this collector is to build a world with fantasy cultivation as its rule. As long as it is the world of cultivating immortals in the underworld, killing people, catching treasures and robbing luck, it will be captured by this collector, and then these underworld heroes will be
After ascending and ascending, they will be sent to Bo Fu by this collector - generally speaking, by this time, these people have eaten all the treasures of that world. The spiritual energy has been refined and purified so much that it cannot be
No matter how pure he is, he is full of the essence of the world he ascended to
So Zhong is the most delicious and suitable thing for Dapu Pills. Such good things happen from time to time, and now it is the moment of harvest again. Sure enough, the black ball dissipates suddenly under the control of Bo Fu, and will
Several of the men and women were exposed - Bo Fu had already used his own power to block the rules of this world before. At the same time, he temporarily cut the space from this world to avoid causing this world
Chaos. Those men and women, both old and young, mostly have names such as ancestors and real people. They are all great demons from the world where they came from - anyway, in the world of gangster cultivation, everything can
All those who reach the level of ascension are old demons, without exception...
These people had just appeared and had no time to say, "What a thin spiritual energy!" Bo Fu pinched it. He rubbed it and made it into several large living meat dumplings, and then he carefully selected them.
One, he threw the remaining few into the apostles. Then Bo Fu bit off a large piece of the meat dumpling in one bite, chewed it in his mouth, "It tastes really good! This overflowing energy!
The mixture of rare birds, strange beasts, spiritual grass and fairy zhi between heaven and earth is so delicious. As expected, it was still beneficial to make a collector of killing, robbing, cultivation!”
Bo Fu was soaked in his mouth, and his subordinates were also sharing the meat dumplings. He was also happily eating. And outside the wall, Chen Jialuo happened to hear the boss say that this evil temple was also considered incense back then.
Dingsheng, the Buddha statues in the temple seem to be very effective. Speaking of this, the boss is still using revolutionary principles to mock the temple as a clay Buddha who crosses the river and cannot protect himself. "I heard that the temple has been burned a long time ago, but later it was
This Zhenguo Temple was built here." Then he also vividly said that the rule of the temple back then was that it would never be allowed to enter after sunset. Even the monks in the temple had to build houses outside to sleep. If they dared to go in after sunset, they would not be allowed to enter after sunset.
There are all people who count on one, and they all die in it...
. "They just disappeared. They don't see anyone in their lives, and they don't see the corpse after death! I tell you, this is still a story passed down from my ancestors." Seeing that Chen Jialuo and the fat man clearly showed disbelief, the boss immediately walked into the room
After a moment, he took out a package. After opening the package, he found several ancient books. He carefully opened the pages, pointed to the words inside and said: "The ancestors were scholars from the Ming Dynasty, and these were notes he wrote down back then."
When Chen Jialuo saw that it was indeed an antique from the Ming Dynasty, the pages were yellowed, and the words on it were hand-written rather than printed - this was a notebook of people at that time...... Seeing these two people exclaimed in surprise
The boss looked very satisfied, and then he started to talk nonsense again.
In this way, Chen Jialuo and Yang Shuo listened to the boss for an afternoon and got a bunch of old Beijing ghost stories. However, in the end, they could not determine whether the rumors about Zhenguo Temple were true or false. It was too late.
I can only decide to come back the next day.
The next day, although Chen Jialuo and Fatty had also been to Zhenguo Temple several times, it was the first time they had carefully searched with the idea of finding ghost stories. Chen Jialuo and Fatty pretended to be tourists, casually
The land was walking in this garden, but in my heart it was calculating. "It was indeed wrong... We walked along the wall yesterday, and we also calculated the shoreline of the Jishui Pond." Chen Jialuo's tablet computer in his hand
An APP was opened on it, which was the area approximation calculator for complex terrain. He used the step-note function above to calculate the behavior just now, and then came to a conclusion that was correct.
The area open to tourists only accounts for half of the area surrounded by the walls. Then he saw the wall inside the temple, with a door open, which marked the tourists' stops - it was obvious that it was where the monks lived
.These two guys saw that no one was paying attention and flashed into it. There were not many monks in this temple, so there were actually not many monks. Chen Jialuo could judge the remaining half of the remaining one-half at most.
It accounts for less than half, "That means one-third of them are 'not existed'!" However, the figure of a monk appeared in the yard, and the two guys had to leave the backyard quickly.