The well Master Xuan mentioned is on the hillside not far behind the main hall.
When Lu Fan and Zhao Wanzi arrived, the area within a 100-meter radius of the ancient well was already crowded with pilgrims.
To be precise, it was kneeling down.
Lu Fan visually estimated that there were at least a few hundred people, kneeling on the hot floor that had been exposed to the sun all day, looking piously towards the dry well in the middle, constantly kowtowing and muttering something to each other.
It's not a big square, and there isn't even a gap for someone to step through.
Lu Fan and Zhao Wanzi could only stand on the outside, watching the grand worship scene in front of them.
"That well looks old."
With the eyesight of Lu Fan and Zhao Wanzi, this distance did not affect their observation of the dry well on the hillside.
"The green bricks used to build the wellhead look a bit like the bricks used to dig wells in rural areas."
"But there's a lot of moss growing at the mouth of the well, isn't it?"
He wondered: "Don't the people in this temple clean it regularly? For such an important well, there is no need to worry about the moss growing too much, blocking the well mouth, and polluting the well water."
"This well should have existed for at least hundreds of years, not the decades mentioned by the mysterious master."
Zhao Wanzi stood aside and murmured: "And the reason why the moss is not removed is not because the monks in the temple are lazy, but because there is something in the well, and the moss is left to make it easier for that thing to climb up from the bottom of the well.
…”
Lu Fan was startled when he heard this and turned to look at Zhao Wanzi.
Zhao Wanzi suddenly grabbed a passing monk and asked, "Master, have you chosen everyone for the full moon night tonight? I also want to stay here tonight, what do I need to do?"
"Do you want to taste the divine water?"
The monk turned to look at her, his eyes scanning her body carefully: "On the sixteenth night of every month, although some sacred water will emerge from the bottom of the well, because the amount is not large, it can only accommodate a hundred people at most, and
You have to queue up and pay in advance and enter in order.”
"It's already full tonight."
Just when Zhao Wanzi showed a disappointed expression on his face, he saw the monk glance around, took Zhao Wanzi's hand and walked aside, saying in a low voice: "But I see that the donor is so sincere, I will leave you a phone number tonight.
Call me at eight o'clock and I will take you there alone and get you some well water to drink."
His voice was very low, only within the volume that could be heard between two people.
But to Lu Fan, this volume was no different than shouting loudly in his ears.
Lu Fan noticed that while the monk was speaking, his eyes kept scanning Zhao Wanzi's petite body, and his greedy gaze was almost a naked expression.
"That's great, thank you Master!"
Zhao Wanzi looked excited, picked up his cell phone and wrote down the monk's phone number before the monk turned and walked away.
"Let's go."
She shook the phone in her hand and said, "Come back at nine o'clock in the evening."
The two people left the temple. It was already evening and the sun began to set. A large number of pilgrims left the temple one after another and walked down the mountain with them.
"Oh, I really didn't expect that the monks in this temple would actually blatantly molest female pilgrims."
As Lu Fan walked, he observed the surrounding environment: "Looking at his skill, you should not be the first woman to be taken advantage of."
It's not that he was worried about Zhao Wanzi's safety, it was just a few monks. Even if the entire temple was mobilized, they probably wouldn't be able to hurt a single hair of Zhao Wanzi.
"Did I let him succeed?"
Zhao Wanzi curled his lips: "Besides, who told you that he is a real monk?"
