The next morning, after a night's stay in a suite at the Shanhai Lake Hotel, the three of them washed up, ate the breakfast brought by the waiter, settled the bill, and asked the hall manager to arrange a taxi.

About half an hour later, a taxi driving along the main street of Yanyang Town drove up a winding mountain road. Looking at the lush mountain scenery outside the car window, Qin Keer introduced that this is Tongniu Mountain, and the Fire Horn Temple is built on the mountainside.

The temples of the ancient lineage are usually divided into "inner temple" and "outer temple", also known as "inner courtyard" and "outer courtyard". The inner temple is an internal organization of the faith organization and is generally closed to the public, while the outer temple accepts "incense" and worship from believers, as well as "incense oil money" donated by them.

The people of the temple are often called "monks", and their supreme leader is the "great master", while the people of the outer temple are called "monks", and their main person is the "presiding".

In the system of ancient temples, the Grand Master is the leader of the diocese, above which is the leader of the Great Diocese, the psychic witch doctor, and above that is the Ancient Great Prophet. However, one hundred and eighty years ago, the ancient temple was a single unit, and there was no division between "great parishes" and "sub-dioceses". This was borrowed from Notre-Dame after the last great battle.

After more than ten minutes, the mountain road gradually calmed down, and the taxi dragged the black smoke and drove halfway up the mountain. After turning a big corner, an ancient temple comes into view. The temple was built on a hillside, and the exterior walls were crimson in color, but the red paint on the walls had peeled off in large swaths, revealing gray plastering.

From a distance, the temple is divided into three parts, which are distributed in a stepped manner. According to Qin Ke'er's introduction, this is called "three kowtows", which means that the Fire Horn Temple is divided into three halls, and if you worship all the way up, you have to kowtow three times. The horned rhinoceros temple is "six kowtows", and the ancient temple is "nine kowtows".

When Iron Slag understood the meaning of "kowtow", he secretly frowned, because the Ebony Elder had told him: "The Brilliant Flame only worships the Brilliant Flame." ”

If he wants to go up, he will have to face the question of whether to worship or not to worship.

If you worship, you will not respect the glorious sacred fire, and if you do not worship, you will be suspected of despising the ancient holy fire, after all, the people of the Fire Horn Temple do not know his identity.

In the middle of my thoughts, the taxi drove to the front of the temple. After getting out of the car and walking up the wide stone steps, the three of them came to the entrance of the temple.

It is a gatehouse tens of meters high, consisting of six thick stone pillars and a wooden beam tile roof on top. Looking from a distance, the upper carved beams and painted buildings, the eaves are anti-space, there are many strange small beast stone carvings, looking from below, towering into the clouds, the momentum is extraordinary.

Iron Slag stood under the gatehouse, looking at the temple not far above, and hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Qin Ke'er noticed the abnormality of the iron slag, so she stopped and asked.

"I don't believe in ancient temples, when I go in, can I not worship the ancient sacred fire and the ancient gods?" Iron Slag asked.

"This is the inner courtyard, it's not okay not to worship at all, but you don't have to kneel, just bow down." Qin Ke'er said.

"Don't bow down, don't salute." Iron Slag said.

"Why?" Qin Ke'er couldn't help but ask.

"It's just a polite gesture...... "Mu Qianhe couldn't help but ask.

"There's no reason, I'm not saluting anyway......" Iron Slag said after a pause, "or I'll wait outside." ”

Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe immediately glanced at each other, both of them looking blank. They couldn't understand why the iron slag, who had always been gentle in dealing with people, was unwilling to do even the most basic etiquette at this moment, wasn't he a member of the War Bear Temple? Or did they look down on their Fire Horn Temple, or even the entire Horned Rhinos lineage?

In the silence, the faces of the two women became more and more solemn. One of them is a member of the Fire Horn Clan, and the other is a member of the Golden Horn Clan, and they respect the holy flame of the horned rhinoceros from the bottom of their hearts. Their ancestors have been kneeling before this flame for generations, offering their most devout respects.

But their men don't respect this, and they don't even want to raise their hands.

So, what are they in his eyes?

Noticing the change in the expressions of the two women, Iron Slag had no choice but to explain: "I'm not disrespecting your ......" Speaking of this, the two women looked over at the same time. Iron Slag paused for a moment, then exhaled heavily, and said sincerely, "Please believe me, I have respect for your faith, but there are some things I don't know what to say......"

"I believe in you." Seeing his embarrassed face, the two women said in unison.

"Thank you." Iron Slag smiled slightly, nodded and said.

The three of them then walked up the stone steps to the first hall of the temple. At this moment, there were four warrior monks with serious expressions, wearing old power armor and holding long iron rods in front of the hall.

Qin Ke'er took out the flame background and the badge of the rhinoceros horn, then folded his hands and said, "The Fire Horn Temple escorted Qin Ke'er, come to meet the Great Grandmaster." ”

When several warrior monks saw the badge, they immediately got out of the way.

Walking into the main hall, at a glance, there are two huge statues of gods standing on the left and right sides. The four idols are dressed in ancient scale armor, with different expressions on their faces and holding different things in their hands, such as mice and wooden umbrellas, snakes and orbs, swords, and "guitars".

Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe bowed in front of the four statues respectively, and then walked through the big wooden door with iron slag, walked up the stone steps behind the hall, and came to the next hall.

Looking around, the statues in this hall are much smaller than just now, but there are a lot more of them, and they are some bald monks with strange expressions and movements. Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe walked side by side and bowed down one by one. Iron Slag followed them, and counted them randomly, there were eighteen idols here.

After the two women finished worshipping, the three of them passed through the back door, walked up the stone steps, and came to the third hall. According to Qin Ke'er, the first hall that enters the door is the Temporary Palace, the second is the Soldier Palace, and the third is the Fighting Palace, and in the ancient temple, there are six halls behind, namely the Hall of the Person, the Hall of the Body, the Hall of Array, the Hall of Columns, the Front Palace, and the Hall of Travel.

Walking into the Dou Hall, there is no statue of a god here, only an ancient altar and a brazier on the altar, and the surroundings seem very empty. At this moment, there were many bald-headed warrior monks standing on both sides of the hall, holding long iron rods in their hands, all standing expressionlessly against the wall, motionless.

After entering the door, Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe walked side by side to the altar and knelt down. At the same time, the iron slag walked up behind them and stood there straight, like a javelin firmly rooted in the ground.

Time flows silently......

After a while, Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe stood up after paying homage to the holy flame, and were about to walk inward, but at this moment, they found that the warrior monks who were originally standing on both sides of the main hall slowly surrounded them.

At this moment, the warrior monks all widened their eyes and looked extremely angry. The two women were startled at first, but soon realized that their eyes were not on them, but on behind them.

Gradually, the warrior monks formed a circle and left a small opening to signal the two women to leave. The two women just stared at them, not moving a single step.

"Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock! ”

The next moment, the warrior monks paused neatly with the iron rods in their hands and shouted, "Before the holy fire, kneel." ”

Iron Slag squinted and looked around.

"Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock! ”

The warrior monks slammed their iron rods on the ground and shouted in unison again: "Before the fire, kneel!" ”

The group of enemies looked around, looking at the fierce and vicious warrior monks, and the iron slag was still standing there, Wei Ran did not move.

"Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock! ”

"...... Before the Flame"

"Kneel!" All the warrior monks shouted in unison, and the sound was like a dragon roaring and a tiger's roar, shaking the entire hall to tremble.

But the iron slag still did not move, and I saw him bow and bend his arms, like a beast lying dormant on the ground, with its hair standing on end.

Seeing that the conflict was about to break out, at this moment, a warm voice came from behind the altar.

"Friends from afar, in front of you is the sacred flame inherited from ancient times, which has gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes, thousands of years of wind, frost, snow and rain......"

As the voice sounded, an old man in a gray cloth robe, with a hemp rope wrapped around his waist, and gray hair walked out from behind the altar. Looking up, the old man was red and energetic, and his eyes were bright, like a light in the dark night. At this moment, his robe was slightly bulging, and his whole body exuded a powerful aura, which couldn't help but make people feel afraid.

This is the pinnacle of power, the power of the Holy Order.

He looked at the iron slag and said slowly, "Young man, I respect your faith, and please respect ours...... However, under his humble and polite persuasion, the young man in front of him remained silent. Seeing such a scene, the old man couldn't help frowning. He is the Grand Master of the Fire Horn Temple, and when necessary, he will maintain the dignity of the Holy Flame, no matter who the other party is.

"Great Grandmaster, he ...... He ...... As soon as Qin Ke'er opened his mouth, he was stopped by the eyes of the Great Grandmaster of the Fire Horn, and he didn't dare to continue.

"Young people, please respect our faith." The Grand Master said in a deep voice, obviously already angry. But at this moment, the young man with a cold face suddenly took out a small object from his arms. When he fixed his eyes, his eyes widened suddenly, and his whole body was stunned......

It was a harmonica with a silver glow.

The reason why the iron slag was taken out was because he couldn't help but want to see what the "brothers" in Kozan's mouth regarded as their brilliant fire. In order to prove this, he would rather risk his life, even if his identity is exposed.

After a moment of silence, the Great Grandmaster of the Fire Horn, who was staring at the battle song harmonica, slowly took three steps back, and actually knelt down on his knees towards the harmonica in the hands of the iron slag!

At this moment, everyone in the hall was stunned.

In the next second, only a sound of "lalala......" was heard, and the warrior monks fell to their knees one after another. They didn't know why they knelt, but the Great Grandmaster of the Fire Horn, whom they respected the most, knelt, and no matter what was in front of them, whether it was a god or a demon, they would kneel with them.

In the blink of an eye, there was no one standing in the entire hall except for the iron slag.

Then, the Great Grandmaster of the Fire Horn leaned forward and was about to bow to the head, when Iron Slag stepped forward and wanted to help the Great Grandmaster, but at this moment, he heard the other party whisper: "It is the twenty-nine thousand five hundred and twelve heroic spirits that I kneel, not you." ”

Looking at the pious elder, Iron Slag nodded solemnly, then walked to the altar, placed the war song harmonica on the side of the brazier, and then retreated to the side of the altar.

In the end, the Great Grandmaster of the Fire Horn took Qin Ke'er, Mu Qianhe and a group of warrior monks to the silver harmonica on the altar, reflecting the faint fire light, and performed the ancient great kowtow.

At the end of the ceremony, the Great Grandmaster of the Fire Horn rose up magnificently, faced the iron slag, stretched out his hand and signaled: "Respectfully invite the guests, the guests, the guests!" ”

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