The well that 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, continuously kowtowing and muttering something to each other.
It's not a big square, and there isn't even a gap to walk 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, we are not afraid that moss will grow too much, block the well mouth, and pollute 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.
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Lu Fan was shocked 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 the volume that could be heard between two people.