Don't have a name yet?

Du Jing was tired of the police dogs in the police camp before, if they weren't called tigers, leopards, or sunspots, these ugly names.

Du Jing looked at this for a long time, and then said: "Seeing that your eyes are round, it is better for you to call you Yoyo." ”

But I didn't want that Erha to seem to be very unhappy with the name, sitting opposite Du Jing, and kept raising a paw to pull Du Jing.

Du Jing thought about it again and said: "Yoyo seems to be a bit of a mother, not quite like the name of a police dog, Yoyo, Liuliu, Liuliu, Liuliu, it's better for you to call Dashun! ”

The name Dashun is indeed more majestic than the yo-yo just now, and Erha became proud.

When Du Jing led Dashun back to the wooden house again, the Orion walked out tremblingly, and when he saw Dashun, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.

Especially after the hunter's hound saw Da Shun, his tail was directly sandwiched between his legs, and he curled up in a corner and didn't dare to move.

"Master Monk, have you subdued this wolf king?"

Du Jing nodded, and tightened the police rope in his hand to prevent Dashun from rushing and hurting people when he saw these enemies, but Dashun, as a qualified and competent guard dog, had already lost these ideas, and he would only hurt people when the other party threatened the owner and stole the owner's belongings, and at other times he would only howl and warn.

The Orion's admirer immediately admired the five-body threw himself on the ground and stretched out his thumb and exclaimed: "What is the monk master, he killed so many wild wolves alone, and even took the wolf king as a pet! ”

Du Jing waved his hand and said, "No need, I'll go directly to Ningye's post house, but it's not far." ”

Only then did Orion say: "Lord Master, the heavy rain two days ago washed away the wooden bridge on the Ningye River, the river is dozens of meters wide, and ordinary masters can only make a detour, and only those who know how to sword can pass." Yesterday, I saw two female monks flying over with a fairy sword. ”

Isn't that their own daughter-in-law and sister-in-law?

However, the river dozens of meters wide really stumped Du Jing, and his cultivation had not yet reached the point where he could resist the sword, so he could only choose to take a detour.

After all, if he had to wait for the wooden bridge to be repaired, he would have to wait until the summer rainy season had passed, and he really couldn't wait that long.

Early the next morning, this hunter took Du Jing to walk a mountain path, although this mountain path is difficult to walk, but it can directly cross Ningye County, through several mountains, you can directly reach the next county, which is equivalent to walking a straight line distance.

In fact, in Rong Qi's map to Du Jing, there is also this ancient mountain gate road, but here you have to pass through the sphere of influence of a sect, and it says that you need a spirit stone for tolls, so Du Jing did not choose to take this difficult and money-seeking road.

But now that the bridge in front of him is broken, Du Jing can only take this path.

The road between the mountains and forests was even more difficult to walk, although it had long ceased to rain, but the mountain road was slippery and muddy, and the trail was rugged and difficult to walk, Du Jing did not dare to go too fast, but after entering the mountain gate, he let the hunter go back.

However, Da Shun was walking with great interest, and he didn't feel that it was difficult to walk, but the foal was too tired to walk.

This walk is half a day, and there is not a single family along the road, let alone the rest of the pedestrians, Du Jing always feels that this is like a ghost road leading to the netherworld.

Fortunately, there was no indication on the map that there were any demon beasts nearby, which made Du Jing's heart gradually let go, and the reason why there were no demon beasts here was entirely because of this sect called Nanchun Temple in the mountain.

According to the records on the map, the number of people in this sect called Nanchun Temple is not large, it is just a small temple with three or five people, and the abbot with the highest cultivation has the cultivation of the psychic period, and most of the others are around the Dan cultivation period.

Most of them collect a spirit stone from the passers-by, and one spirit stone can be used to eat and stay in this temple for a night, and then they can leave the next day to continue their journey.

It can be regarded as a sect of the nature of a post house, Du Jing couldn't help frowning, a low-grade spirit stone is also very conscientious, this sect seems to be really convenient with people.

Du Jing walked two or three miles away, and then he faintly saw a few houses built along the mountain wall in the mountains, looming in the jungle full of mountains.

Du Jing couldn't help but speed up, rushed in that direction, and walked for more than ten minutes before coming to the front of this ancient temple, climbing up dozens of stone steps, and then coming to the mountain gate.

Du Jing really didn't know whether to call this gate a mountain gate, because the mountain gate of this temple was only a very dilapidated wooden door frame, and those two doors didn't know where they went.

On both sides of the door frame are clay statues of Arhats that have been turned into rubble and straw, which look very miserable.

Du Jing knew very well and doubted that this sect that was marked by Rong Qi as only accepting one spirit stone was still there?

He looked up again, but saw that directly above the mountain gate, a relatively new plaque with three words "Nanchun Temple" written on it, the ink of these three words should have been depicted not long ago, and there should still be people in the near future.

Is there such a dilapidated sect in this world?

Du Jing stepped into the temple gate and entered the temple, only to see that the temple was even more dilapidated, which made him cry out suspiciously: "Is there anyone?"

As soon as the words fell, a young monk with a broom walked out of the backyard, raised his eyes and glanced at Du Jing and said, "Amitabha, if the donor is staying overnight, you can put a lower grade spirit stone at the merit box, and you can stay in the backyard at will." ”

Du Jing arched his hand again and again and said, "Thank you, master, it's not early at this time, then I won't bother anymore." ”

With that, Du Jing walked to the merit box and threw a spirit stone into it.

It seems that after seeing Du Jing put in the spirit stone, the young monk continued: "It is convenient for you to be with others, and my temple has porridge and side dishes to satisfy your stomach at night and early in the morning." ”

Du Jing nodded, and thanked the young monk again.

Seeing this kind of monk with a broom, Du Jing felt a burst of respect for no reason, and always felt that this kind of person should be very powerful.

It's just that this monk didn't see how clean he cleaned the temple with a broom, and it was still the same dilapidated.

After Du Jing walked to the backyard, he saw a few more monks, who were sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, listening to an old monk talking about scriptures.

After seeing Du Jing walk in, the old monk just nodded at Du Jing and continued to talk about the scriptures.

Du Jing didn't know much about Buddhism, otherwise he would have wanted to listen carefully.

There are only a few monks in the whole temple, so there are still a lot of empty rooms in the backyard, and after Du Jing chose one at random, he closed the door.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, only a clay kang, there is not even a quilt on it, there is a table on the kang, and on the other side is a bookcase, in which there are many Buddhist scriptures.

Du Jing naturally didn't have the heart to read the Buddhist scriptures, so he wanted to directly enter the world of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains here to solve the case and brush up points.

But in this broken place, there is no deadbolt on the door of the room, isn't this just anyone who can enter?

Besides, this is on the territory of other cultivation forces, and it is still a bit risky to rashly use this magic weapon, so Du Jing did not take out a map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, but casually took out a Buddhist scripture from the bookcase on the side and looked through it.

As he was looking through it, he heard a commotion outside, as if other passers-by had come, and he was about to go to the window to take a look, when the young monk with a broom knocked on the door and shouted, "Donor, you can eat some fast." ”

It seemed that seeing Du Jing looking at a few other passers-by, the young monk folded his hands and said: "I heard that the wooden bridge in Ningye County collapsed, and these passers-by can only take this path, so there are more people. ”

Du Jing waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's just one night." ”

While chatting with the young monk, he walked towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and Du Jing knew that this temple was called Nanchun Temple, and the abbot was the old monk who had just preached the scriptures, named Master Xuanfang.

And this young monk's Dharma name is Yizhi, he is a senior brother, in addition to this, he also has four junior disciples, and there are six people in the entire temple.

In fact, Du Jing really wanted to ask the six of them, obviously they could take good care of this temple, why were they so lazy, but he was really embarrassed to ask.

After all, it's also their privacy.

There is no so-called canteen in the whole Nanchun Temple, and the meal is in a side hall in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, which only has a long table and a few long benches, but it can sit for more than ten people.

At this time, some other passers-by were already sitting in it, and there were seven or eight people in this group, not a group, and there were two or three civilians among them.

At this time, the meals were already on the table, all of which were vegetarian dishes such as green vegetables and tofu, as well as a full pot of porridge.

The abbot stood up with a smile and said, "The poor monk knows that all of you are cultivating by grain, and my small temple doesn't have so much food, so I only have these porridge and side dishes, and I invite you Haihan." ”

Du Jing clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha" to the abbot, which can be regarded as expressing his gratitude.

Another casual cultivator said: "Eating too much hurts your stomach, just eat some Xuanfang Master's porridge and side dishes to nourish your stomach." ”

These casual cultivators immediately laughed and chatted while eating, maybe it was a long journey, maybe it was because these scattered cultivators could be eaten, and in a short time, a pot full of white porridge had been drunk cleanly.

At this time, everyone chatted about this small dish and got to know each other.