After a hasty breakfast, I set off on a trip to the famous Tibetan Bell Temple.

At the beginning of autumn, it will rain from time to time, due to the geographical location of Cangling Town is more southern, it is not like other places have already been full of dead branches and leaves, full of gloom. On the contrary, the early morning light shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves, creating mottled shadows and slightly dispelling the chill of the forest.

After walking less than two kilometers along the path indicated by the old woman, I heard the sound of flowing water, and I followed the sound through an unknown bush, and I was suffocated by what I saw.

The mountain stream flows shallow through the ancient trees, spreading into the distance beyond the reach of the vision.

The stone is broken and turned into a little jade bead splash; The rain hits the flowers and blooms, and the illusion is that the white lotus floats. - Forgive me for my lack of words, for I feel that all words seem so pale at this point.

I tried to take out my phone to record the intoxicating scene, but to my dismay, my trouser pocket was empty. Damn, it must have been forgotten to take it out after taking a shower in the morning.

In desperation, I had to give up the idea of taking pictures.

After a short rest, I set off again, and the scenery along the way was breathtaking. But for some reason, the insects and birds should be happy at this time, but it is quiet and very weird.

Without saying anything all the way, I came to the Tibetan Bell Temple in a moment.

The Tibetan Bell Temple is not as carved and jade as I imagined, and it is resplendent with gold. It can even be said that if it weren't for the three words "Zangling Temple" on the plaque, I really wouldn't dare to recognize it, because at first glance it looks ...... It's so much worse than other temples.

Perhaps because no one had come to worship for too long, when I pushed open the door of the five precepts, although I was ready, I was still choked by the dust and the heavy musty smell. I frowned and took a few steps back, patting the dust on my body and seeing the layout of the temple clearly.

The temple was empty, with a sculpture, a desk, and several wooden chairs in the center, all of which were covered with a thick layer of ash.

It's strange that the temple is not enshrined in any of the gods and Buddhas in my impression, and judging by the figure, it should be a little girl. A few steps further, I could see the statue clearly.

Dressed in a retro palace costume with a white light veil draped over her shoulders. The dimples on the delicate little face loomed, and the eyes were curved like crescent moons, as if the spirit was overflowing.

At this point, I noticed that there was a shrine at the junction between the desk and the sculpture, but it was already empty. The dents in the niche are not large, and they should be like small ornaments with a rounded surface. Thinking of this, my heart trembled, and I thought of the bell for no reason, and I couldn't help but speculate in my mind - Tibetan bell, Cangling? They have the same pronunciation, so will they mean the same thing in the first place? Perhaps this is the origin of the name "Zangling Temple" or even "Cangling Town"? But why do you hide the bell, and what will happen if you find it?

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a thunderclap on the ground, followed by a torrential downpour.

The sound of rain in the South China Sea is really like an autumn crab climbing the sand, and it is slow for a while. The wind often penetrates through the window lattice, which makes people shudder.

I found a clean place to sit down, and the rain outside the window blurred my vision. I don't know how long it hasn't rained here, but it looks like it's going to be a while away. Fortunately, although the Tibetan Ling Temple is ugly, it is not leaking rain, otherwise it will be miserable.

By noon, due to the casual eating in the morning and the hardships of the long journey, I had already digested it all, and now I had a little hunger.

But with such heavy rain, there was nowhere to find food, so I had to reduce the amount of exercise to be able to last longer.

Hunger and cold made me drowsy, and just as I was half-asleep and half-awake, I smelled everywhere, resisted the strong hunger in my stomach and the liquid secreted from my mouth, and stood up. Suddenly, I was shocked, I was alone in this huge room, where did the smell of meat come from?

I feel a chill down my spine, what the hell is it in broad daylight?

Looking out of the gloomy window, I followed the scent and searched the room.

Finally, I found a secret door behind the statue. - It is not necessarily true to say that it is a secret door, this door is very cleverly designed, like a screen set up in an ancient house, intended to isolate the view. It's just that this "screen" is made of stone. From a distance, no matter what direction you can't see the slightest clue, it's really exquisite.

But when I thought of the statue in the hall, I was relieved: why is it difficult for someone who can make such an ingenious sculpture to make such a small mechanism.

Aside from all the cranky thoughts in my head, I crawled like a thief and crawled into the corner of the wall.

The road is not long, but it is very dark, with the smell of the south wind and tide. In the dim light, I stopped around the corner.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my excited heart.

After listening to the sound for a while, he noticed that there was nothing unusual, so he quietly poked his head out. One such image was presented in front of me.

A man with hunched body and gray hair who couldn't tell the difference between gender was stirring a big pot of soup diligently. Of course, from my personal point of view, it is not right to say that it is a pot, because it is too big, and I want to say that it is more like an ancient tripod. There is a large pot of broth in Dingnai, and the fragrance wafts out of it.

Looking at the oil floating on the noodles, I swallowed in anger, but I didn't dare to make any sound. Because it's so weird, where did such a wild man come from in the deep mountains and old forests, and where did he get such a tripod weapon. Looking at the complicated patterns and the patina of the top wall, a simple and vigorous atmosphere will come to the face.

But the savage seemed to realize something, and turned around, and the moment he moved, I knew that something was wrong, and withdrew into hiding. But the next moment my whole body stiffened, and I opened my mouth bitterly and looked down—

On my shoulder, there is a bony hand!