When the dust cleared, everyone was dumbfounded.

Several villagers rushed to the bulldozer and grabbed Yang Ergui and scolded: "It is said that it is tourism development, but it is not said that it has ruined our ancestral industry!"

"Beat him, beat him, kill him......"

Several people pulled and pulled Yang Ergui off the car and were about to do it.

Lou Qicai hurriedly stopped: "Nonsense! He ruined the door unintentionally, you beat people with intention, if you make trouble at the police station, I can't protect you!"

Unexpectedly, as he was talking, he heard a siren sound on the mountain road. A short time later, a blue and white police car drove up.

The police car stopped in front of the rubble, and several police officers got down. The first policeman looked at the collapsed gate in surprise and quickly walked towards Lou Qicai.

Lou Qicai hurriedly greeted him and greeted him with a smile: "Yo, why is Director Liu here in person!"

The policeman known as Director Liu was still surprised, and asked loudly: "Village Chief Lou, what's going on? Someone called the police and said that you didn't change your bad habits and fought again, why did you even tear down the door of the Taoist temple?

Although the property rights of Lingzhu Temple belong to the village, it is a cultural relic. After some investigation, Director Liu and others finally took away Yang Ergui who destroyed the door and Qianyu Fusheng who destroyed Yang Ergui, and Yang Jiaxing and Lou Qicai were also ordered to follow for questioning.

The on-site construction stopped, and the villagers also dispersed, leaving only some migrant workers and pestles and others.

"Grandma, let them be arrogant again?

Zhang Sanmad scolded while picking up the ruined wall to look inside the Taoist temple, and sighed: "It's just a pity that such a good gatehouse, alas!"

Yang Chengze was worried about Qianyu Fusheng, and said uneasily: "The little girl liar is unlucky this time, will she be detained?"

Zhang Sanmad pouted disappreprehensibly: "What do you want to stay?" she just inadvertently blocked a small back door, but Yang Ergui deliberately destroyed and destroyed a big front door, the mountain people saw that the little girl was not only innocent, but also had merit in protecting the observation, she should be sealed and hummed Ha Erjiang Nursing Home King Kong or something, right......

As he was talking, he suddenly stopped, and saw that the pestle, who had been silent, quietly climbed over the broken wall and entered the Lingzhu Temple alone, and his leg was not very lame, and he walked flutteringly as if he had been hooked by black and white impermanence.

"Huh?" Zhang San looked at his sleepwalking back and scratched his head suspiciously, "What is this young master evil ......?"

Yang Chengze also noticed something unusual, and hurriedly followed in with Zhang Sanmad.

Inside is the front yard of the Lingzhu Temple, facing a hall of eaves and arches, but the hall is not tall, not magnificent. The door of the temple was closed, and there was no smoke in the big pot in front of the door to burn incense.

The name of the front hall is not like other temples, it is either the Chaoyuan Palace, or the Sanqing Palace, the Yuanji Palace, the Jade Emperor Palace, etc., but the plaque is written with the three words "Prison Human Realm".

"Heh, this is ingenious!" Zhang San looked at the plaque and sighed dumbly.

The pestle also stood in front of the hall, pondered for a moment, and slowly recited: "Prison realm." ”

He read it normally, but Zhang Sanmad was stunned and asked, "Well, aren't you illiterate?"

But the pestle ignored him, looked confused, and bypassed the front hall to the second hall behind. The door of the second hall is still closed, and the plaque under the eaves is written with the three words "㘥囮境".

"Uh, this...... Sir, you are well-informed, how do you pronounce these three words?" Yang Chengze looked at the plaque with a confused expression, and turned his face to ask Zhang Sanmad.

"Uh......" Zhang Sanmad was also stuck, and his fingers scratched his cheeks and grinned.

"㘥囮境. Unexpectedly, the pestle spoke slowly again.

"Wow!" Although Zhang Sanmad and Yang Chengze didn't know whether they read it like this, they couldn't help but believe it when they saw the indifferent appearance of the pestle.

When I arrived at the third hall, the architectural style was no different from the first two, but there were still three unreadable words on the plaque. This time, I read it again.

"Huh, master, where is this Xiucai ghost who was succumbed to death......" Zhang San was stunned and followed behind him and trotted on tiptoe.

When they passed through a small door and turned into the fourth courtyard, they were no longer in front of them, but an open space. The ground is paved with black and white bricks and stones with a large circular pattern.

"Good ...... It's like a gossip map, but it's not!" Zhang San cradled his chin and dizzy.

Yang Chengze also frowned and sighed: "Like an eye, like an apron ......"

The pestle walked slowly to the center of the circle as if it was being dragged by someone, and his legs were not lame at all.

Zhang Sanmad and Yang Chengze also wanted to go to the pattern. But as soon as I took a step, I found that those floor tiles suddenly looked like a huge whirlpool, colorful and strange and swaying, and for a while it seemed to be walking on the abyss of the turbulent abyss, and I couldn't suppress my dizziness and dizziness and trembling legs, and the two of them were so frightened that they quickly crawled away.

Only after crawling out of the distance did he get up and look back, still frightened. Looking at the pestle again, he didn't seem to feel anything, standing on the center of the circle for a long time, stupidly looking at the empty white wall in front of him in a daze.

Zhang Sanmad and Yang Chengze looked at the white wall in confusion, and the wall was empty.

"Grandma, today is really evil!" Zhang Sanmad scolded inexplicably, turned his face and asked Yang Chengze: "How long has this been in the yard?"

"It seems like the fourth one......" Yang Chengze replied silently counting in his heart with his fingers.

"The fourth entry? No, it is said that there will be another entry! However, there is only one wall left...... Zhang San looked at the long wall for a long time, lowered his eyebrows and pondered.

At this moment, Yang Chengze suddenly grabbed his arm and exclaimed: "Look! What is Brother Zhu going to do?"

"Oh!" Zhang Sanmad couldn't help but be surprised when he raised his eyes to look, it turned out that the pestle had become red at some point, as terrible as smeared with chicken blood, and he saw Qiu Guang rush his head towards the white wall, and he was about to commit suicide by hitting the wall.

"Master, what are you going to do, you can't find a short-term ......"

Zhang San was so frightened that he shouted urgently, but it was too late, and the pestle had already run wildly and crashed head-on into the white wall......

"It's over...... Grandma's is all over......" Zhang Sanmad sat on the ground with an empty heart.

"Huh, what about people......" At this time, Yang Chengze exclaimed again, he clearly saw the pestle hit the white wall, but the moment it hit, the pestle disappeared out of thin air, and there was no one alive or dead!

"Hmm?" Zhang San was also confused when he heard the sound and looked at it again.

He hurriedly got up, ignoring the circle pattern on the ground and stumbling towards the white wall. However, this time, the pattern in the circle does not have any strange illusions, and it looks like ordinary black and white floor tiles.

Yang Chengze saw that there was nothing unusual, and he also had the courage to rush over.

The two came to the place where the pestle had just hit the wall, and observed in amazement for a long time. There was neither damage nor blood on the wall, and the pestle disappeared into thin air!

Zhang San frantically touched the thick wall, turned around and slowly squatted down against the wall, and after staying for a long time, he suddenly smirked like crazy: "Hey, hey, hey, hey, ......hey,

Yang Chengze, who was originally inconceivable about all this bizarre phenomenon, saw him leaning against the wall and smirking, and couldn't help but ask worriedly: "Mr. Zhang...... What's wrong with you? You can't be crazy at this time!"

"Hey, hey, hey," Zhang Sanmad still smirked, and it took a long time to roll his eyes at Yang Chengze, "You're crazy! Shanren is thinking, the master may have met a strange fate, and he is very likely not dead at all!"

After he finished speaking, he pretended to close his eyes and pinched his fingers for a while, and then sighed with his eyes open:

"My heart wants to return to the fairy land,

The ghosts and ghosts put the secrets.

A guilty person gives himself away by conspicuously protesting his innocence

Ridiculous big white wall!"

"Uh...... What do you mean, sir?" Yang Chengze was confused by his strange poems.

"Hey, come here. Zhang Sanmad waved to Yang Chengze at the white wall, then retreated into the center of the circle where the pestle had stood before, and pointed to Lang Gongshi standing above the Taoist temple with his back and asked, "Look, what does that look like?"

Yang Chengze also retreated to the center of the circle, looked at Shi Feng with a wink, and said calmly:

Legend has it that in the last years of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the monk Langgong of the great virtue traveled to Lingyan Mountain, and when he saw that the scenery here was good, he built a scripture house on Kunrui Peak and stayed down. And there is also a hermit living in the mountain, who is Zhang Zhong, a veteran of the imperial court who has been disarmed and returned to the forest. Zhang Zhong is simple and deeply aware of Buddhism. The two were very speculative, and they formed a friendship. But the good times did not last long, and suddenly the border war was tight, and the emperor ordered Zhang Zhong to take command of the expedition with a holy decree. After Zhang Zhong left, Lang Gong carried a Zen stick on the top of the mountain every day and looked forward to the return of his old friends to discuss Buddhism. But how did he know that Zhang Zhong had died in the battle of Huayin. Later, the monk Lang Gong became a mountain stone, and people called it Lang Gong Stone. ”

Yang Chengze said this, pointed to the northwest direction and said: "You can't see it from your direction, you have to look at it from Lingyan Temple or Fangshan Mountain, in the distant clouds and mist, the boulder is vivid, especially like a master holding a Zen staff in anticipation!

Yang Chengze said everything he knew, but Zhang Sanmad didn't care about what he said, but frowned and blamed:

"Let's just ask what you look like, what are you talking about so much?"

"Hmm, didn't I say it, just like Monk Langgong!" Yang Chengze replied boringly.

Zhang San was so anxious that he swallowed his spit and asked loudly: "Let's ask you from the perspective of the mountain man, what does that stone look like?"

"Oh!" Yang Chengze understood what he meant, looked up and observed again, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Wow, it's like a rocket in the sky!"

"Well, that's right!" Zhang Sanmad nodded, bent down to look at the soles of his feet, and asked, "Then tell me, do we look like a launch site?"

"Uh......" Yang Chengze also bent down to look at his feet, then looked up at Lang Gongshi, and finally looked at Zhang Sanmad with wide eyes......

But it was said that the two of them sighed in the circle outside the wall, and inside the white wall was another earth-shattering secret place.

The moment the pestle hit the white wall, he suddenly came to his senses. But how could a flesh and blood body hit a stone wall! At this moment of life and death, he found that his body suddenly turned into a stream of water, and then turned into a cloud of air and a cluster of light and shadow, and actually passed through the wall......