During the day, in Ziwu Zhai, the most distinctive restaurant in Muqiao Town, Qin Kun and his party had a meal of Zizhu steamed rice.

The cage drawer is full of bamboo fragrance, the disposable bowl is pressed by bamboo leaves, and there are bacon and salted duck eggs next to it, the bacon is not greasy, the duck egg oil is delicious, fed into the mouth, the taste is mellow, and then the pickled bamboo shoots fished out of the cold well water are absolutely delicious.

After drinking a bowl of seaweed soup, Qin Kun came back to life.

The humidity in Wuzhou City is heavier than that in Linjiang City, but the food is spicy, and the whole body is stimulated by the spicy smell, and sweat gushes out, warming up the body from the cold, and the whole body is comfortable.

During the day, you can see that this small town located on the outskirts of Wuzhou City has a unique flavor, with mountains, bamboo, water, bridges, streams running through the town, many canals like ravines, lush vegetation, and primitive flavor.

And in the town, you can see some witches and gods dressed as ethnic minorities.

"There are many such towns in Wuzhou City, where there are many Miao witches since ancient times, and there are also many spells handed down, Muqiao Town is the largest tribe near Wuzhou. I heard that at the end of the Song Dynasty, a monk Zhikong came here to build a temple with a degree to spread Buddhism, which was not tolerated with the local area, and the small temple has not been on fire. coincided with the southward movement of Yuan and Meng, and there was a military disaster here, the Han people who fled were killed one after another, and the Miao Wu who took in the Han people were also persecuted. However, the Mongolian people are still Buddha, except for the small temple, most of the old and weak women and children in ten miles and eight towns were slaughtered, and the monk Zhikong collected the corpse and buried it around the temple, but he dreamed of a hundred ghosts asking for his life all day long, and he went crazy from then on. ”

After that, there were masters of life and death who came to this place, and saw that the yin and qi here were surging, and it took thirty-three days to calm down the ghosts, and renamed the small temple here as the Ranzen Temple. That master passed down a secret technique for the monk Zhikong to practice, and after that, Zhikong sheltered many children who survived the catastrophe, which was the original appearance of the Ranzen Temple. ”

In fact, the local belief is the most taboo conflict with foreign beliefs, and the reason why the local witch god Han can accommodate the existence of the chaotic temple is to repay the grace of the year. If the Mongolian people don't kill the monks, Zhikong shaved the homeless children and put them under the door, so that the population of the ten miles and eight towns has never been cut off.

Walking across a wooden bridge, next to him was a god selling gourds, wiping a flower face, purple lips, and greeting: "How many people, come to ask for prophecy or to ask God?" Gourd hexagram, only one, a scoop of turbid water is the end of the world. Let's try it? ”

Shenhan stopped a few people on the bridge, but he said it to Qin Kun.

Qin Kun replied politely: "No, I heard that there is a chaotic temple here, let's take a look today." ”

Shenhan smiled dumbly: "That is, in our town, the Ranzen Temple is famous." Ten miles and eight towns take Muqiao Town as the main altar to pray to the heavens and ask God, because the Ranzen Temple is covered. ”

Qin Kun heard that the other party's logic was wrong, and asked with a smile: "Can the Buddhist family still cover your primordial gods?" ”

Many witch cults in China believe that all things are animistic and can become gods, which is equivalent to the interception of religion at the beginning of mythology, so snakes and scorpions, caryophyllus, and landscapes can become gods. But the Buddha and the primordial gods have never been recognized in their beliefs as who is higher or who is lower, and it makes no sense for the other party to say that he is covered by the Chaozen Temple.

Shenhan replied honestly: "Although we invite the gods to have skills, but some messy yin gods will also be invited, and those who are not skilled in magic have to ask the old monk of the chaotic Zen Temple to exorcise evil spirits, isn't this just a cover." ”

Qin Kunmao suddenly opened his mouth and smiled as a farewell god.

Shenhan looked at Qin Kun's back, pecked at the hookah, and motioned to the person next to him: "Hey, where did this group of fellow Daoists come from, they seem to have some skills?" ”

The god next to him shook his head, and a witch who sold bamboo strips interjected: "I have seen the old woman inside, it is the black third aunt of Caotou Village, and she is in charge of Caotou Village." ”

"The third black aunt is here? Then they came to trouble the Ranzen Temple? ”

The first Shenhan shook his head, and the gourd scooped the stream and said, "It's not like." The Ranzen Temple is a trouble in the first place, who else should go to find it? Maybe it was an old monk who was asked to exorcise evil spirits. Forget it, leave them alone, I hope they are safe and sound. ”

"Yo, the gourd man also has a time of mercy for others?" The god next to him said unexpectedly.

Shenhan pecked a sip of hookah, squinted his eyes and replied: "Hey, don't say it, when the young man who just took the lead came, I scooped a scoop of water, the water is clear and bright, a rare source of blessing, that young man is alive, and blessing is not a problem." ”

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Qin Kun and his entourage entered the mountain, the scenery of this place is primitive, and there are many tourists, but it has not been classified as a scenic spot, and most of the tourists who come here are hired witches and gods to lead them into the mountains to play.

On a cold day, the simple stone steps are still a little slippery, and it is much colder here than outside, and some mountain people who live in the mountains have used their brains to set up a farmhouse.

As soon as the gimmicks of 'ice spring tea', 'wild bamboo cooking rice', and 'stone pot smoked fish' came out, they attracted many people who boasted of being elegant.

After passing a populated area, the road is difficult to walk.

"Twenty miles deep on the other side of the mountain, there is the Blind Tooth Mountain Witch Village, which is more famous than the mother-in-law's grass head village, the Ranzen Temple is in the other direction, and there is only a small road further ahead, Qin is in charge, be careful." Hei Po reminded truthfully.

At the fork in the road, a bluestone is erected there, moss is all over the place, and the words engraved on the bluestone are almost smoothed by the years, but rubbing the bluestone, you can vaguely distinguish the words on it.

"Wine and food pierce the intestines, murder and arson mess with the Buddha"

Signing - Du Xingyun.

Moving mountains King Kong Du Xingyun?

Qin Kun was stunned, this is the accompanying Tiangu of the Yuan Dynasty!

At the beginning, there was a meeting in the six mystery rooms of the White Dragon Temple, and it was a bearded man, a mountain movers, and Du Qinghan's father. He's been here? Could it be that he was the one who taught the Dharma to Monk Zhikong at that time?

"What's the matter, Qin is in charge, don't you know the incision of the Ranzen Temple?"

Daoist Zhao Wumian asked, Qin Kun shook his head, this time span seems to connect everyone together in the dark, as if the ghost hunting technique has spread since Maoshan Mountain, Fuyu Mountain is an old tree and new sprouts, and if it grows up, it is the Nine Lands and other factions.

The path is quiet, and there is no way to go after walking for a while, but there are many tributes left by pilgrims on the side of the road.

The temple loomed in the fog, incense candles, paper money, braziers, unlit and placed on the side of the road, as if those pilgrims did not dare to enter the temple to worship, put down and ran away.

There are many red cloths wrapped around the trees, some of which have been washed white by the rain, swaying with the wind like vegetarian, and the weather is foggy, which always makes people feel that these red and white uneven cloths look uncomfortable.

"Here we are."

A few people stood still, at the door of the ragged temple, the plaque was smashed, leaving only the word 'chaos', and Zen no longer knew where to go.

Two stone lions stand quietly at the entrance of the temple, and the male lion holds a human head in his mouth.

The bloody human head, unsightly in the lion's mouth, with the flesh of the neck hanging, was the head of a foreigner, and was greatly frightened before he died.

The female lion next to her stepped on half of her body under her paws, looking up to the sky in a dead state, and her arms hung down weakly from the stone seat.

The leaders of Cang Yi were slightly stunned, this tragic scene made their hearts twitch.

Dead?

In broad daylight, this is a dead man?

Boom - Boom – Boom –

The unbelievable scene stunned everyone, and then they heard that the bronze bell in the temple rang eighteen, and the incense candles along the road began to burn spontaneously.

The smoke is filled, the Buddha is chanting, the wooden door is opened, and the ancient temple begins to welcome guests.