When Wang Changsheng came to the Yellow River section of Yumen, there was a wooden platform being erected by the river, and the people who worked were the nearby river workers, this platform was used to hold the sacrificial ceremony, and there were lion and dragon dances on both sides of the platform were rehearsing, and there were chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep in several cages, which were all things to be dedicated to the river god.

  Wang Changsheng's eyes were taken back from that side and he didn't pay attention, this kind of sacrificial activity didn't have much to do with his coming over this time, he just wanted to see if there would be any situation this year, at least so far, except for the turbulent and rapid current, there is still nothing unusual about the river.

  Wang Changsheng walked by the river, quietly looking at the river, walking back and forth, he saw a pavilion on the other side of the river, in which were sitting several monks, one of them was wearing a very old robe, and there were four monks standing around, which may be the monks of Nansong Temple that the old scholar in the library said.

  For Nansong Temple, he also has a little understanding, he heard the second senior brother say, this is also a thousand-year-old temple, but it is not famous, compared with what White Horse Temple, Xiaochan Temple, Shaolin Temple These temples can be said to be obscure, and even not as famous as the Beichan Temple where Master Huilun met in Lingnan, but the second senior brother told him, you must not underestimate Nansong Temple.

  There are not many monks in Nansong Temple, and the upper and lower ones add up to only about 20 or so, and the temple area is not large, more than 300 square meters before and after, there is only one main hall and a row of wings in the backyard, so the incense is not very vigorous, probably only to maintain the normal operation of Nansong Temple, but all this is just the surface of Nansong Temple, every presiding officer in this temple is immeasurably meritorious, walking the world every three years, for the soul of the dead, from more than a thousand years ago to the present, have never been interrupted.

  In ancient times, there were a lot of wars, basically every few years on the lives of the miserable, everywhere war, the presiding officer of Nansong Temple will lead the monks in the temple to walk the world, and even directly come to the battlefield to sit cross-legged for the people who died in battle, this inheritance has never been broken, has continued until now, before the liberation, this land can still see their figures, but later liberated, the excess of Nansong Temple has gradually decreased a lot, in recent years, it has rarely appeared, so the monks of Nansong Temple are immeasurably meritorious, this is indeed very correct。

  Seeing a few monks of Nansong Temple opposite, Wang Changsheng also had a sense of respect, and he bowed to a few people opposite.

  On the other side of the river, Master Mingchan, the presiding officer of Nansong Temple, also forgot to come over, and then glanced at Wang Changsheng deeply, slightly twisted his brows, and was silent for a long time, and a monk next to him saw this, seeing that he had not moved for a long time, and his body had been stiff, so he asked in a low voice: "Master, what's wrong?"

  Master Ming Chan shook his head, and after saying that there was no Amitabha Buddha, he didn't speak anymore, and his eyes were taken back from Wang Changsheng's body.

  That night, Wang Changsheng temporarily stayed near the gate of Yu, and found a farmhouse to help, and he had to live here for the next two days, always paying attention to the section of the Yellow River here, especially after seeing a few monks in Nansong Temple, he had a premonition of a big event in the future.

  After a day, in the afternoon. Wang Changsheng was still wandering by the river, and when he had nothing to do, he found a place to sit and look at the river.

  At about three or four o'clock, in the direction of the riverbank altar, suddenly two black Passats drove over, and after the car stopped, sixty or seventy people came down, led by a woman wearing a black jacket, jeans and travel shoes, with a pair of wide sunglasses stuck on the bridge of her nose, and a delicate short head, which gave people a sassy feeling at first glance, and the rest of the men stood behind the woman.

  The woman in sunglasses put one hand in her pocket, paced back and forth by the river, and asked in a very flat voice: "From tonight, a few of you will be lined up by the river, not leaving an inch, if there is nothing to do tonight, then you have to wait until tomorrow, tomorrow is the day of the folk sacrifice, and after their sacrifice is over, you will immediately notify the local public security department and the national security, and let people block the area within a radius of ten miles, and idlers are not allowed to enter, and they are not allowed to approach." ”

  After listening to the order, the people behind him all nodded and said, "I know Director Cao'......"

  Director Cao said "um", then looked in the direction of the monks of Nansong Temple with his hands behind his back, sighed, and said: "It's hard to be sorry for these masters, it's really sad and pitiful, I'll go over and say hello later, and you guys will disperse." ”

  Wang Changsheng, who was not far away, looked at the group of people who came down from the Passat, and vaguely realized that there were still people who thought that something would happen here, and they had made sufficient preparations, because all the people in this group of people were very yang, especially the woman, women were originally yin, but this Director Cao's yang energy was very heavy, to put it bluntly, it was obviously a group of practitioners.

  A few hours later, in the middle of the night, three watches.

  The people who built the altar on the side of the Yellow River have been withdrawn, and the preparations are finished, and on both sides of the riverbank, only a few monks from Nansong Temple and Director Cao's gang are left, and they are obviously ready to wait in the car all night until dawn, because they eat, drink, and Lazar are all solved here.

  Wang Changsheng didn't leave either, he also planned to keep vigil tonight.

  There were several tents next to the Passat, with a bonfire lit in the middle, Director Cao sat by the fire with a bowl of noodles, glanced at Wang Changsheng not far away, and said, "Has this person been coming all along?"

  "Ah, when we came over, I saw him there, and he never moved much, like a fool there," said one of Director Cao's men.

  Director Cao took a sip of noodle soup with his lunch box and said, "He's stupid?"

  "Yes, he is young, he is alive and well, he doesn't do anything, he looks at the river at night, what's the matter, there is a dragon girl in the river?

  Director Cao put the noodles in his hand on the ground, took out a napkin and said, "Believe it or not, you are not necessarily his opponent, do you know why?"

  The subordinate was suddenly surprised and asked, "How do you say this?"

  "Because a lonely ghost appeared behind him just now, he just glanced back, and the wild ghost ran away, are you okay?" Director Cao narrowed his eyes and said, "Which sect came out of such a young master, why haven't I heard of it?"