The temple is located in a mountain pass, behind is the white mist filled with the mountain, the bricks and tiles are relatively new, it can be seen that it is not long to be newly covered, the plaque reads "Nanguo Temple" three golden characters, solemn and solemn, the bell of the temple dusk rings throughout the valley.

Jiang Fan walked down the long stairs to the temple, and there were occasional fallen leaves falling next to him, as if he had arrived in a secluded place outside the world, and the whole temple looked quiet and elegant.

Walking to the courtyard outside the temple, a little monk swept the floor at the door, Jiang Fan stepped forward to give a salute, the little monk glanced at Jiang Fan, made a gesture, and continued to sweep the floor.

"Little master." Jiang Fan learned to write, and said to the little monk: "I strayed into the deep mountains and didn't know the way, can I borrow a night in your temple?" "Although I am now cultivating martial arts, I don't have the habit of living in the deep mountains and forests, so I still sleep comfortably in bed.

"Amitabha." With a loud Dharma name, an old monk came out of it, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, full of spirit, Jiang Fan felt it, this is also an ancient martial artist, his cultivation is extremely strong, Jiang Fan is a little strange, such a temple that is not big, how can there be such a powerful old monk, is this Nanguo Temple also an ancient martial arts sect?

"It is a guest from afar, it is rare to come here, the donor can come to be a person who is destined, the Buddha is vast, only the fate is crossed, and the donor is invited." The old monk said to Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan looked carefully, the old monk's smooth head, Yin Tang was full, his eyebrows were black and white, his expression was calm and solemn, and he looked like a monk.

"Thank you, Master." After Jiang Fan made a gesture, he followed the old monk to the temple and asked casually, "Master." I don't know if you know that there is a Badilin family in the depths of Shennongjia, where are they? ”

"Hehehe." The old monk smiled indifferently: "The Badilin family is one of the seven major factions, how can you not know as a person from Nanguo Temple, but where the Badilin family is, the old man doesn't know, this is not the depths of Shennongjia, the donor can continue to go deeper, if there is a fate, you can naturally find it, but don't force everything." Fear of self-inflicted misfortune. Hehehe. ”

After the old monk finished speaking, Jiang Fan shook his head, it seems that he has to find other ways to find this Badilin family, and Zhi Xueqing loves that girl. You voluntarily went with them. When you died, you didn't see me come to save you. Don't blame me.

"Elder Fakong, Elder Fakong......"

At this moment, a few sloppy dressed mountain men ran up the stairs below. Still holding a guy in his hand, he looks like a bandit, and the guy in his hand is not weak, Jiang Fan glanced at it, it is Huaxia's latest domestic large-caliber shotgun.

A few people ran over, and the old monk smiled: "Don't be surprised, don't be surprised, these are hunters from the outer mountains, not bandits." ”

Jiang Fan didn't seem to have any internal strength, he was not an ancient martial artist, he must be afraid in the face of the bandits with a gun, the old monk naturally comforted Jiang Fan, and greeted the three hunters who ran up panting.

"The three donors are going to spend the night? Inside please. "The old monk seemed to be so polite to everyone, and judging by the tone, it was not the first time that these three hunters had come here.

"No, no, Elder Fakong...... Oh, no, no, now it should be called Fakong host, we don't spend the night, we go into the mountains to hunt, just put some of these supplies in the Nanguo Temple, and add some water by the way, can you see that Fakong hosts? ”

"Into the mountains? But Jinwu Mountain? The Fakong host changed color slightly, and glanced at the hazy mountains behind the Nanguo Temple, Jiang Fan frowned, is there any mystery in this mountain? Looking at the clouds and mountains covered in mist, it seems that there are fox spirits.

"It's Jinwu Mountain." Orion replied.

"No, no." The Fakong host hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Amitabha, donor, didn't I tell you last time?" There is a miasma outside Jinwu Mountain, there are demons inside, a thousand-year-old dragon, transformed into a spirit, and those who have entered it have died.

Because of this, my Nanguo Temple is the southwest Buddhist gate, a special temple is built here, send monks into the mountain, before the monks of our Nanguo Temple eliminate the evil spirits, I hope that the donor will not take risks.

Although the monks of my Nanguo Temple are not as high as the monks in ancient times, but they also have some skills, if the donor does not believe in the advice of the old man, he went into the mountain and gave his life, and it is a sin in my Nanguo Temple, Amitabha. ”

Hearing this, Jiang Fan was even more confused, could it be that there are really monsters in this Jinwu Mountain? Vixen or Jackal? Shouldn't I go in and have a look? The former was accepted as a girlfriend, and the latter was killed with one punch.

Of course, I want to think about it, Jiang Fan doesn't believe that there are any monsters in this world at all, could it be that some ancient martial artist is harming people in it? The monks of Nanguo Temple are all dead, if this is true, there must be something stronger than the average ancient warrior in it, and these three hunters will definitely die if they enter.

"Presiding, presiding over Fakong, you misunderstood." Orion listened to Fakong's words and hurriedly waved his hand, and a simple and tall Orion stepped forward and said to Fakong: "Nanguo Temple is the most famous temple in our area, and the temple is full of high-ranking monks, especially Master Fakong.

Fakong presided over the entire Shennongjia, well-informed, and specially took the monks to open temples and build temples here, naturally it is useful, it must be to deal with demons and evils, how can we not believe in the truth of Fakong hosting.

But now we really can't do anything, there are many mountains out there without prey, and a few places with prey are either listed as forest reserves or animal sanctuaries, and we will be fined heavily if we are found poaching.

We really had no choice but to come, and the host said that the demon was a dragon, and we just happened to destroy him, so I don't believe that any demon is better than our guy. ”

The honest Orion said and lifted the shotgun in his hand and patted the butt, it is indeed a big guy, this kind of shotgun can be driven at close range, and it can directly knock a cow away.

"Yes, we also got military spotlights, flashes, I don't believe we can't kill him." Another young Orion said, Jiang Fan was dumbfounded, are these people Orion or fighting?

But after thinking about it, I figured it out, driven by interests, people can't do anything, if there is really a dragon or something, kill it and sell it for money, not only will the capital come back, but you can also make a profit.

Not many people in modern society believe that there are demons at all, especially Orion, who is so murderous, I am afraid that these Orions believe in Fakong only out of respect.

Orion Gate didn't know the power of the ancient warriors of the Dao, and only thought that there was nothing in this world that was the opponent of guns and bullets, so he was full of confidence in order to make a fortune.

"Okay, Fakong host, don't persuade me anymore, I know that Nanguo Temple has never liked to kill, don't worry, we only kill for survival, we don't move, even if we encounter an ant in the mountains, we will take a detour." The third Orion said with a little impatience.

The three hunters seemed to be persuaded by the monk Fakong again, they would not replenish the water and store the grain, and continue to enter the mountain, but Fakong had no choice but to agree to their request, and asked the little monk to take some supplies into it for storage, and opened the manhole cover of the courtyard dam, and let the three hunters take water, there is miasma in the mountain, and the water is not drinkable.

"Amitabha." Monk Fakong sighed as he looked at the three Orions who were leaving in high spirits, and Jiang Fan asked, "Host, are there really monsters in Jinwu Mountain?" ”

"The monks don't say anything, and they don't dare to say whether it is a monster in the mountain, but no one who enters the mountain, whether it is a monk, a hunter, or a medicine picker, can come out, and all of them die inside.

It is precisely because of this that the abbot of Nanguo Temple sent Lao Gao to build a temple here to prevent people from entering the mountain again, and wait for us to investigate and clear it. ”

"The master is truly merciful." Jiang Fan said, it sounds like this Nanguo Temple here is just a branch temple of Nanguo Temple, and the main temple is in other places, it seems that it is also a sect, but it is mixed with elements of Buddhism at the same time.

Jiang Fan suddenly became curious about Jinwu Mountain, and didn't the Badilin family hide in some poor mountain and bad water? Could it be that the Badi Lin family was in Jinwu Mountain, and everyone who entered was killed by the Lin family?

The conscience of the Lin family is really bad.

Jiang Fan walked into the temple, and a little monk came out with a food plate, on which there was a stack of fried potato chips, a stack of beans, a bowl of tomato soup, and three bowls of rice, without a bit of meat in it.

"Huijing, go get a meal for this little brother again." Monk Fakong commanded.

"But we've only done so much, and it's all for the other three donors." Monk Huijing was embarrassed.

"No, no, no." Jiang Fan hurriedly waved his hand, it seems that there are still many people staying in this Nanguo Temple, it is already very disturbing for him to stay overnight in the middle of the night, although he also wants to eat, but he can still hold on, the big deal is that he will go out to hunt a prey and roast and eat, and he hated the space and brought a full set of picnic supplies.

"Monks benefit all directions, since you come to the Buddha Gate, all living beings are equal, you can go and prepare your own meals." Fakong still let Hui Jing go, but Hui Jing didn't say anything, and went directly to the back hall.

Jiang Fan had no choice but to accept the old abbot's kindness, sat down at the only square table, and waited for the meal to be served.

"Grandpa's, is the fasting meal ready, Lao Tzu is starving to death." A bearded man walked out of the side door, taking figure-eight steps, scolding and swearing in his mouth, and a thick Bashu dialect (I am from Sichuan, there is no meaning of black Sichuan), as if this Nanguo Temple owes him millions.

Jiang Fan glanced slightly, this bearded man was an ancient martial artist, and he was a very powerful person in the ancient martial arts world.

When he saw the two dishes and one soup on the table, he immediately became angry: "Mom, how can you eat this fucking clear soup with little water, hurry up and get me some meat." ”

"Amitabha." A young monk apologized and said, "Donor, there is no meat in Buddhism. ”

"Fart, I saw a grass dog in the backyard just now, it's a waste not to bring stewed meat." (To be continued......)