Buy a ticket and follow the bustling crowd up the mountain and into the temple. The thousand-year-old temple really lives up to its name.

The temple building is tall and magnificent, and the incense is flourishing inside...... When he saw the incense in the incense niche in front of the hall, Liu Daodao's face was a little more surprised.

The thinnest pillar of incense is also the thickness of an arm, and some are even thicker than the mouth of the bowl, more than a meter long.

I don't know how much this kind of Buddha incense costs? As soon as I thought about it, I saw a man wearing a robe next to him ask a man to write his name on the signature book.

Subsequently, the interpreter told the other party that the abbot would personally recite and pray for the signed pilgrims.

"Really?" Hearing this, the man's face was a little more excited.

"Of course," at this time, the other party pointed to the thick Buddha incense behind him and said, "Donor, which incense do you invite?"

"This ...... Wife, which one shall we invite?" the man turned to look at his daughter-in-law.

The middle-aged woman next to "choose for yourself" did not express an opinion.

"Why don't you choose this?" the man hesitated and pointed to the thick one of the bowls.

"Alright," the woman nodded.

Hearing this, someone immediately sent the Buddha incense to them: "Donor, this pillar of incense is 3,000 yuan."

"How much? 3,000 yuan...... the man's face turned pale, and he was stunned.

The middle-aged woman's face stretched longer, and she grabbed her husband's clothes and was about to leave.

"Donor, you've already signed your name," and then, the silent interpreter finally spoke.

The man looked around and found that many people were staring at them, so he had to discuss in a low voice: "Wife, why don't you buy one and destroy the disaster?"

Ay...... Liu Daode sighed in his heart, didn't look at it anymore, just turned his head and walked into the distance.

Where is this to let believers burn Buddha incense, it is clearly in the name of the Buddha to collect money.

I didn't expect that this piece of land outside the square was also covered with a layer of copper stench.

Standing in a corner and looking around, he found that these Buddha believers spent a lot of money to buy Buddha incense, and after sincerely offering incense, the incense incense was scattered and mixed, drifting out of the hall and slowly dissipating in the void.

Except that this ancestral garden is more magnificent, it is no different from the country temples I have seen. There is no god in it, so the incense power cannot be condensed and formed, and can only dissipate in the end.

In fact, Liu Daode once tried to use the talisman to absorb the power of incense from other temples for his own use. However, after a few attempts, he reluctantly gave up.

I don't know if it's because of the limitations of the edict, or if these good men and women join the prayer when they worship the power of incense, and they can't absorb it at all.

It was because he came to the ancestral palace of the Shi family, and he did not do any more useless work.

Originally, he planned to enter the hall to have a look, but now Liu Daode felt bored. Just stand on the side, let go of your divine sense, and quietly feel the energy of the leylines here.

Chongshan occupies the middle of the world, overlooking the Yellow River and Luoshui in the north, Yingshui and Jishan in the south, Zhengbian in the east, and the ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties in the west.

The ancestral garden of the Shi family was built here, and it has been connected with the mountain veins for a long time.

At this moment, in Liu Daodao's divine sense, the majestic and vast aura was rolling and surging, piercing his head painfully. In a trance, there seemed to be a golden body liberator who suddenly raised his palm and fell according to Liu Daodao's head.

"Boom" He only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he fell to the ground.

Immediately, the incense fire surging with mental power, and the consciousness was restored and clear. When I looked up, I saw several tourists next to me looking at me in surprise.

"My feet are slippery" Liu Daode smiled at a few people, patted the dust on his body, and walked quickly to a bench and sat down.

Strange, why is this happening? Liu Daode frowned slightly and carefully looked at the surrounding environment. It is still very lively in front of you, and many tourists are queuing up to worship incense.

He released his divine sense again, and suddenly felt that the objects in front of him began to become illusory, like looking at flowers in a fog. Suddenly, the golden-bodied liberator reappeared, his big palm like a lid, and fell towards the top of his head.

When Liu Daode retracted his senses, his eyes became ordinary again.

Could it be that there is any formation here that cannot be achieved? Liu Daode suddenly woke up.

But why did those Shakti disciples I saw just now not have aura on their bodies?

Or was this formation set up by the great power of the Buddha family in the past? In order to prevent the ancestral court from being coveted by other cultivators. Combined with the abnormal situation just now, Liu Daode can only make such a speculation.

Although his divine consciousness was cut off in an instant, he still realized something.

The energy of the leylines here is extremely huge, and if you compare the land in your own land to a stream, this place is like a big river, and there is no way to compare it at all.

The magic circle obviously used the qi of the leylines, so although no one urged it, it was extremely powerful.

However, the qi of the leylines here is extremely messy, and it is far less pure than in the land realm.

Out of the mountain gate, there is still a Zen temple opposite.

Liu Daode saw a docent standing in front of the door explaining to the tourists beside him, and he also leaned over to listen to a few words.

"The ancestral garden of the Shi family has not lived in outsiders since ancient times, but all the guests who come have to live in this Zen temple, and now it has been changed into five hundred Arhat Hall for people to visit, everyone can go in and see, and there is also a free meal inside......

After the experience just now, Liu Daode did not believe it at all.

At this moment, I heard a tourist who had just come out of the monastery whisper to his companion: "Let people cook Arhats for free, and then burn high incense, donate incense money, and tell fortunes...... I can't come to this place, I'll run out of a thousand pieces once I come......"

Really...... Hearing this, Liu Daode completely lost interest.

Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust. It is precisely because of this that Liu Daode thought that he could find an opportunity for his cultivation here.

When you really come, you know that it's better not to come.

Descend the hill and continue walking.

This time, Liu Daode had a goal and wanted to take a walk along the Yellow River.

Although he has the magic power of shrinking the ground into inches, he does not walk fast. Along the way, he often changed directions and entered the bustling city to observe the worldly red dust.

The more upstream along the Yellow River, the more you see you, you will be shrouded in a long period of earthy yellow, with ups and downs.

The originally dense village suddenly became sparse, and many people here still live in caves.

Along the way, Liu Daode became more and more silent. Even in the hustle and bustle of the city, he barely communicates with people.

Silence, walking, the consciousness is released, and the earth is perceived.

Before I knew it, I had been away from home for more than a month.

The phone, which ran out of battery six days ago, has not found a chance to recharge it.

Now that he can't get in touch with Lin Xiaotong, he has become completely alone.

When stepping on a mountain crag, Liu Daode was tired. After running for so long, he finally felt tired.

It's not the body, it's the mind, it's very tired.

Tired, simply lie down on the yellow earth to rest. With his head resting on the hard loess, and the sunset shining warmly on his body, Liu Daode felt very comfortable and relaxed.

Sheep belly hand towel yo, three blue,

It's easy for us to meet, but it's hard to talk.

One on the mountain, the other in the ditch,

We can't pull that talk, hey, beckon.

Seeing that there was no one in the village, I threw my tears in the artemisia forest.

I threw my tears in the artemisia forest......

When he heard the first sentence, Liu Daode felt a thrill all over his body, as if something directly pierced his heart. He hurriedly sat up, and saw an old man from the northwest wearing a white sheep's belly handkerchief on the opposite mountain beam walking slowly, and in front of him, there were seven or eight sheep.

I didn't expect this unattractive old shepherd to have a good voice.

The song is like the loess plateau in front of you, desolate, barren, and miserable...... Liu Daode was stupid for a while.

I felt as if I had forgotten the hustle and bustle of the world, and my heart flew into this world. xh:.74.240.212