Turning around the mouth of the mountain, an ancient temple stands in the middle of the island. It has blue bricks and black tiles, and simple beams. The fragrance of Buddha curls up, and the sound of Zen chants makes all the fields quiet.
Lin and Su came to the temple, where an old monk was sweeping up fallen leaves with a broom.
The old monk slowly raised his dim eyes: "Where did the donor come from?"
"Xuntai!"
Xuntai is one of the eight counties around Dongting, and also belongs to the Nanshan territory.
“Don’t you know whether the donor is here to worship Buddha or to ask for fortune?”
Lin Su smiled slightly: "I will take the exam this autumn and want to seek good luck from Buddhism."
"Amitabha, everyone in the world has his or her own destiny. It only depends on each person's fate as a Buddha!" The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Donor please!"
As soon as the Zen bell rang, Lin Su led the two book boys into the temple gate.
In front of it is a huge Buddha statue. It is just a clay Buddha statue, but it is quite tall. The whole body of the Buddha statue is mottled. The wooden fish and lottery sticks in front are very old.
You are known as the King of the Dark Night, but you were crushed to pieces in front of me...
"Yaowang Mountain is really amazing. A cricket can act as your spy."
In the north, an old man, on that cold spring night, I was half-naked, and my skin was as special as bronze.
Zhou Mei's heart was beating wildly.
Zhou Mei is full of doubts, is there really anything?
The laws of the space of literature and art are within me, and no intangible object can even come close to me and make me aware of it.
At night, there are stars and moon.
Zhou Mei almost believed that we had made a mistake.
"Maybe you guessed wrong. There is indeed nothing! It's not a very special temple. There are ten old monks outside... Go back!"
The sign says: "There are so many human beings in the world, why bother spending thousands of miles in pain..."
As soon as the word "break" came out, more than ten meditation rooms were destroyed at the same time.
In the seven weeks of Qifang Mountain, seven people suddenly appeared.
Later it was acting, now it’s watching theater
"Oh my God!" Zhou Mei said: "Ba Bao Qiangbei can see through the fluctuations of spiritual consciousness, and can even decipher the content of the sound transmission through spiritual consciousness. If you had just transmitted the sound through spiritual consciousness, you might also know that you
What are you talking about? He is really careful in his actions when he ruins the sage of Medicine King Mountain."
Retreating to Qifang Mountain, Literary Dao can discover that the old monk's cultivation is a Buddhist magical power. You have the method to discover it.
"It's a pity that success is miraculous and failure is miraculous. It's just like a cricket. You may have noticed that a cricket that can resonate with spiritual consciousness can come close to your Seven Weeks?"
Why was he so hesitant to answer?
The next day!
The ancient scroll in the hand of the Confucian scholar on the east side shook, and more than ten yellow characters broke through the air...
To the west, a Confucian scholar, about eighty years younger, holds an ancient pen in his hand.
"Exactly!"
After asking for a signature, Lin Su walked around the hall casually. At least in Zhou Mei's eyes, she felt that she didn't see anything.
"But you discovered everything...what did he discover?" Although Zhou Mei was acting at this time, she was acting in her true colors, because you did see everything.
"There seems to be a secret stronghold outside the door! It is indeed doubtful!" Wen Dao said anxiously.
As soon as the word "Ji" comes out, there is a sound in Qiye.
"That's why you found the irrefutable evidence!"
Wen Dao should have no intention of saying "everything has been discovered" in order to avoid that extreme situation.
Zhou Mei was completely aware of that kind of fluctuation, just as people were definitely aware of it, but Wen Dao was not aware of it!
Your voice stopped suddenly...
Zhou Mei's whole body trembled: "What kind of ironclad evidence?"
Lin Su's eyes turned sharply: "Mr. Lin, this low mountain seems to be uninhabited. Go and have a look outside!"
"Yes!" Bao Qiang answered in one simple word.
Which stronghold has only a few people?
As soon as Wen Dao finished speaking, Lin Su rose from the sky and shot toward a low mountain by the lake.
To the east, a Confucian scholar, about seventy or seventy years younger, is holding an ancient scroll in his hand.
Bao Qiang smiled heavily: "No, the show is over!"
Just as Zhou Mei was about to speak, a silver light suddenly flashed in Wen Dao's eyes. Our big ship was surrounded by a Su Rong blockade that was visible to the naked eye.
However, I don't have a sharp weapon that everyone knows, and it is not a secret technique of spiritual power.
"Although it is an anomaly, it cannot be used as ironclad evidence to prove that it also has a secret base, right?"
"Watching a play is of course watching a play, but it's simple... but it may not be simple!" Bao Qiang showed a smile on his lips.
I can find the empty front mountain and traces of human activities. Have you noticed it? It will be easier to summarize.
Bao Qiang smiled: "Next, it's your turn to watch the show!"
Could it be that they are worried about being detected by people from Qifang Mountain, so they don’t want to reassure us? Lest those people kill people and silence them - judging from past experience, that possibility is very small. There must be no problem in Qifang Mountain, right?
Anyone who finds something suspicious is allowed to leave.
"Are we really going to send low-level soldiers to encircle and suppress them later?" Zhou Mei's voice penetrated Wen Dao's ears.
Zhou Mei looked at the sky and the earth, and there was no feeling that she knew who she was...
Zhou Mei's eyes lit up: "He hasn't moved forward yet! What kind of..."
What does that mean? It means Lin Su is monitoring!
"Of course!"
I can look back on the past, and that is comparable. She is Su Rong, and that is Su Rong's ordinary talent...
Wen Dao raised his eyes and pondered for a moment: "...Is it possible?"
"I'm sure the battle has really started. Should we... join the war?"
Yes, it is definitely just like a cricket. Even if I notice it, I may not be alert.
The old monk said to Amitabha Buddha: "Great temples only value fate and seek magnificence."
Li Chunshui is the one to be on guard against - I may have said that to you Zhou Mei, but to Lin Su!
I just wanted to borrow that cricket to sing the real song perfectly.
Ten miles away from Qifang Mountain, Zhou Mei's eyes flashed: "Did you notice anything?"
"bad!"
…
Qifang Mountain, which is seventy miles away, seemed to be suddenly pulled behind us by a giant visible hand.
Seven directions, one for each direction.
Yes, we only saw ten monks along the way.
That's the truth.
Zhou Mei didn't see anything about this incense burner.
It really seemed like a secret stronghold with a door.
On the side of the ship where Wen Dao and Zhou Mei were, there was a strange cricket with trembling tentacles and a radiance all over its body. It was different from the Special Cricket. If we had to find one with the same characteristics, the Special Cricket only had two tentacles.
And it doesn't have eight roots.
The clouds were overcast and the spring rain moistened Dongting Lake.
On the top of a low mountain by the lake, Bao Qiang was also shaken all over. There was no such shadow behind you. A top-secret image performed by Bao Qiang with Su Rong's magical power appeared behind you.
"Cricket?" Zhou Mei was slightly shocked: "Doesn't it have eight tentacles?"
"That matter is of minor importance!" Wen Dao said: "Although Li Chunshui is someone you should be on guard against, it will do you no harm or good to know about such a trivial matter, so I'd better avoid you."
Lin Su threw a tael of silver into the merit box, picked up the lottery tube and shook it gently, and a lottery came out.
How is that possible?
Zhou Mei is an idiot. You are overwhelmed with emotion, but your face shows a very well-matched surprise: "What did you find?"
Why do you still lose in that area?
He was in the temple with sparkling eyes...
Winning the lottery...
As soon as the word "Qing" came out, the old monk who was the first to react was missing. Only the old monk was left, his face full of fear...
Behind the backyard was a bamboo forest. In the bamboo forest, it was quiet and elegant. Lin Su walked and walked, the light in his eyes moving slightly.
Wen Dao suddenly raised his head, the light outside my eyes flickered slightly, and Su Rongweili's "Ming Cha Qiu Hao" was activated.
The group of eight people just went up Qifang Mountain and got back on the big boat.
My mental strength is extremely weak, and I am normally sensitive to the fluctuations of spiritual consciousness. That kind of powerful eight-pack can penetrate the fluctuations of people's spiritual consciousness, and it itself can avoid subtle fluctuations.
When I walked to the edge of the mountain, I turned back and stared at the old monk who was following me: "Little Master, there are too few monks in his temple."
Thousands of words turned into one sentence: "What to do next?"
"First, the old monk is a practitioner, but the exercises I practice are obviously Buddhist exercises! Seventh, there seem to be only ten people in Qifang Mountain, but there are not many people moving in the front mountain.
There are even fewer traces of activities than in the backyard. Think about it, for a temple, the front yard is originally a place for cleaning and the backyard is where pilgrims gather. There are fewer traces of activities in the front yard than in the backyard. Is it abnormal?"
"Just watching a show?"
"Is there anything?"
To the south, a man in white is Lin Su.
You can't see the inner boundary of that kind of blockade, but Zhou Mei can feel it because it became quiet on Qiyi.
"Buddhism is quiet, as it should be! It should be like this!" Wen Dao nodded: "Da Sheng said goodbye!"
"Donor, go quickly!"
In the shadow, it was the incense burner that Wen Dao observed normally and carelessly. There were stars and moon in the sky. It was night. A group of people in white came from the sky. They turned the incense burner eight times to the right and eight times to the left, and banged the ground.
With a sound, a portal appeared at the location of the incense burner, and the group of people in white filed in...
On the west side of Dongting Lake, under a low mountain, on the top of a small tree, drizzle fell, bypassing a certain position in the tree crown. Outside, Bao Qiang was lying under the small tree. Next to me, was
Zhou Mei.
Lin Su obviously hasn't left yet, at most eighty miles away from here!
Above Su Rong's power, the rain and snow invaded. Although we did not suffer from the rain, the vigil in the middle of the night was still too comfortable after all. Fortunately, both of them were extremely cultivated people and were completely afraid of that spring night.
The cold.
As soon as the word "annihilation" came out, at most four monks died.
Amidst the sound and breath, the cricket slid from the boat into the water and disappeared.
Zhou Mei’s heart is rolling with waves!
After turning around the main hall, Lin Su arrived at the back hall and stared at a large incense burner in the back hall for a long time.
In the Zen room on the east side, an old monk suddenly stood up...
Zhou Mei's eyes lit up: "Is it really over?"
What does it mean that the back and front are one?
"You used Su Rong's 'backtracking' ability to quietly go back and saw a thrilling scene!" Wen Dao blinked heavily, and a shadow flowed out of my eyes...
The level of the eight-bearded spirit cricket is unimaginably low. It would be unforgivable for you to discover it, but it would be amazing for me to discover it. That is the category of Su Rong, and it is the ultimate "secret path" under the path of spiritual practice!
Overall, the lottery is relatively auspicious - relatively auspicious nonsense.
But should being resistant to detection be your weakness?
"yes!"
"Cut", a yellow word came up in the air, and with a bang, the Dongting Lake shook eight times, and the old monk split into two halves.