"The elder is inside, you can go in and see him." Shami pointed at the wooden door.
Jiang Fan knocked on the door gently, and an old voice came out of the Zen room: "Come in!"
Jiang Fan, Najia's earth corpse, Yan Shuai and the other two entered the Zen room. An old monk with white beard sat in the room. His face was full of red and his eyes were peaceful. He looked like a monk who had at first glance.
The old monk looked at Jiang Fan and others and smiled and said, "Donor, what's the matter with me?"
Jiang Fan looked at the old monk, and there was no reaction to the colorful talisman in his arms. He was sure that the old monk in front of him was not the second colorful talisman incarnation. Jiang Fan couldn't help but look disappointed.
"Oh, old monk, we are here to find someone." Jiang Fan frowned.
The old monk saw Jiang Fan's disappointment at first glance, "Haha, little donor, are you disappointed in me, what's wrong with me? Maybe I can help you!" The old monk smiled.
Since you are here, let’s ask. Jiang Fan took out the colorful talisman characters in his arms, “Old monk, do you know this?” Jiang Fan said with a smile.
When the old monk saw the colorful talisman in Jiang Fan's hand, he was surprised, "Oh, colorful talisman! You are looking for the guardian of the colorful talisman, right?"
Jiang Fan was surprised. Unexpectedly, the old monk in front of him knew about the colorful talismans and said happily: "Yes, do you know where the guardian of the colorful talismans are?"
The old monk frowned and said, "The guardian of the colorful talisman characters was in our Dafang Temple many years ago, but thirty years ago, he suddenly ran away and his whereabouts are still unknown!"
"Uh, old monk, is that colorful talisman guardian also an old monk?" Jiang Fan said in surprise.
"Yes, he was once the elder of Dafang Temple, with the name Zhenkong." The old monk nodded and said.
It was not easy to find the clue and it was broken again. Jiang Fan was really unwilling to accept it. "Old monk, do you know where Zhenkong went? Didn't leave anything before he left?" Jiang Fan said hurriedly.
The old monk pondered for a moment, "Uh, it's been more than 30 years, I've forgotten it, but I remember that he said he was going to Kongming Temple, so you can go to Kongming Temple to look for it." The old monk shook his head and said.
Jiang Fan looked at the old monk and said, "Oh, Kongming Temple, where is Kongming Temple?"
"Kongming Temple is fifty miles northwest of Chenzhou City." The old monk smiled.
"Oh, thank you, I'm leaving!" Jiang Fan turned around and left the Zen room.
"Yan Shuai, do you know the location of Kongming Temple?" Jiang Fan looked at Yan Shuai and said.
Yan Shuai nodded and said, "Although I have never been to Kongming Temple, I still know it fifty miles northwest of Chenzhou City, right near my father's general's camp."
"Oh, then we go to Kongming Temple immediately!" Jiang Fan waved.
Jiang Fan and others went down the mountain to take a carriage and headed towards the northwest of Chenzhou Chen. About half an hour later, they arrived fifty miles northwest of Chenzhou City, where there was a flat land and there was no temple.
"Damn, there are no temples here? This old monk wasn't lying to us, right?" Najia Tu Zi said in surprise.
Jiang Fan was also very surprised, "Well, I didn't see the temple here, what's going on? Did the old monk remember it wrong?" Jiang Fan said in surprise.
"It's a strange thing. That old monk probably won't lie to me. We'll look around and maybe we'll find it." Yan Shuai frowned.
Jiang Fan, Yan Shuai, and Najia Tuzhen were searching around separately. After about ten minutes, the three of them returned to their original place, "Do you find anything?" Jiang Fan looked at Yan Shuai and Najia Tuzhen and said,
He found nothing.
Yan Shuai and Na Jia's corpse shook their heads together and said, "Nothing has been discovered!"
Jiang Fan frowned and said, "Damn, what's going on? Isn't there any Kongmingsi nearby?"
"Boss, the old monk is talking about what happened thirty years ago. Maybe there was a Kongming Temple here, and it was possible that it would be relocated later." Yan Shuai assumed.
"Well, this may not be ruled out. Let's go to the nearby villagers to ask." Jiang Fan nodded.
About a few minutes later, Jiang Fan and others came to the front of a farmhouse. An old man in his sixties was sweeping the floor in the yard. "Old man, ask you something!" Jiang Fan said with a smile.
The old man looked up at Jiang Fan, "Oh, be careful, what do you want to ask?" The old man smiled.
"Did you have a temple here before?" Jiang Fan asked.
"Temple?" the old man frowned, and after a moment, he nodded, "Well, twenty-five years ago, there was a temple not far from here, and later it was moved.
Jiang Fan showed joy, "Oh, do you know where the temple has moved?" Jiang Fan said hurriedly.
The old man rolled his eyes and grabbed his scalp, "Uh, it seems that he has moved to the stone slope in the southwest!" the old man frowned.
"Oh, thank you so much!" Jiang Fan waved to Yan Shuai and Najia's corpse and said, "Let's go to the stone slope in the southwest immediately!"
"Well, there is indeed a temple in the southwest stone slope, but it is not called Kongming Temple, it seems to be called Konggu Temple." Yan Shuai frowned.
"No matter whether it is Kongmingsi or not, we will know it!" Jiang Fan jumped onto the talisman carriage with a quick step.
The southwest stone slope of Chenzhou City is about 60 miles away from Chenzhou City. About twenty minutes later, Jiang Fan and others reached the foot of the mountain and saw a temple on the mountain from afar.
Yan Shuai pointed at Sima and said, "Boss, that's Konggu Temple!"
"Oh, this Konggu Temple is so big! It seems that the old monk Zhenguan is here!" Jiang Fan said happily.
The mountain of Konggu Temple is not very high, about 400 meters. Jiang Fan and others arrived in front of Konggu Temple. The gate of the temple was closed, "Well, why is the gate of the temple closed? Did the monks leave?" Jiang Fan said in surprise.
"Master, there are people in the temple. The little one smells it!" Najia Tu Zi ran to the door and slapped the wooden door hard, "Hey, open the door!" Najia Tu Zi shouted.
Najia's corpse slapped the wooden door for a few minutes, and the door opened. A young monk looked at Najia's corpse in surprise, "Donor, are you here to burn incense? You are resting in the temple during this period and will not receive pilgrims."
The monk said coldly.
"Haha, little master, we are here to find someone. Is the old monk Zhenkong here?" Jiang Fan said with a smile.
The little monk shook his head and said, "We don't have old monk Zhenkong here, you can go to other places to find it!" After that, he closed the door.
"Damn, this little bald donkey has a bad attitude!" Najia Tu Zi said with displeasure.
"No! I feel that there is something wrong with this Kong Valley Temple!" Yan Shuai frowned.
"Oh, what problem did you find?" Jiang Fan said in surprise. He also felt something was wrong. He didn't find anything wrong.
"Boss, there is no incense in such a big temple. It's still three o'clock in the afternoon. The bells should have been hit in the temple, and I didn't hear the bells. How could this be from the temple?" Yan Shuai frowned.
Jiang Fan nodded and said, "Well, you have a reason. I just think this little monk doesn't look like a monk. Is there something hidden in this temple?"
"Master, the young man smelled the smell of women's makeup in the temple! The little monk was hiding behind the door and peeping at us!" Najia Tu Zi suddenly said.