Sun Yifeng put down the phone and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "They are in the ancient town of Ningchang in Wuxi, Sichuan. ”

"Do you want to rush over now?" Li Lin asked.

"Lao Bai told us to stay put." Sun Yifeng replied.

In the early morning, the Daba Mountain Gorge is shrouded in a white mist, and verdant pears and incense trees loom in the mist. Lao She and his entourage held a magnetometer, according to the direction pointed by the female cicada along the steep mountain path slowly climbed, over the front of the mountain range to the green lion white elephant rock, there was a group of non-human stone squats in the mountains, due to the perennial wind and sun, has weathered and appeared mottled.

"It is said that this was the site of the White Lotus Sect, the most mysterious folk religious organization in the Central Plains for hundreds of years, also known as the 'Ming Sect' or 'Demon Sect'. Just a few decades after the founding of the People's Republic of China, these sects have disappeared. Lao She stopped, his eyes swept over the old traces that had been gradually forgotten with time, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Everything that is reactionary will eventually be eliminated by history." Secretary Xing said.

Lao She glanced at him, didn't say anything, and continued to climb towards the ground.

The mountains are getting higher and higher, overlooking the ancient town in the canyon is white, the reading of the magnetometer is getting higher and higher, and everyone is speeding up. Turning the pass, I saw a small temple in the distance, hidden in a green forest.

The temple has long been dilapidated, the smoky wall can be seen the incense of the heyday, walk up the stone steps to enter, a Maitreya Buddha clay sculpture quietly sits on the Sumeru platform, the fat face is covered with cobweb dust, because the Buddha statue mud tire has been dilapidated and cracked for a long time.

There are poems inscribed on the east wall, the handwriting is still legible, Lao She stopped and read softly: ""Send Qingyuan Temple Monk", the stone road is dust-free and bamboo-free, and it was accompanied by Dai Yan in the past. After the bell was heard in the window, Panasonic sent the guests back. The curtain hides the night snow to the jade peak, and the brick grows autumn moss because of the blue water. In the White Lotus Society, if they ask each other, they say that the tourist is surnamed Lei. ”

Secretary Xing also came close to watch.

"Well, the style of words is graceful, the sentiment is rhymed, the language is refined, and the style is handsome, which is worthy of being the Wen Bacha of the Huajian School of Words." Lao She exclaimed.

"What 'Wen Eight Forks'?" Secretary Xing asked puzzled.

"It is the Tang Dynasty poet Wen Tingyun, who is as famous as Li Shangyin, and is known as 'Wen Li'."

"These feudal literati know how to chew the words, and the meaning is not clear, where can the masses understand it? Look at how popular and broad-minded Chairman Mao's poems are, 'A few flies hit the wall and buzzed in the small world. What's the matter, oh I'm going to leap and not have to fart! We must sweep away all pests and pests, and we will be invincible. Secretary Xing couldn't remember everything and confused the words of the two chairmen.

Lao She and Xiao Jin were crying and laughing on the side, only Ke'er looked at Secretary Xing with admiration, feeling that this man was really talented.

Youliang was thinking on the side, there are poems of the Tang Dynasty in this temple, and Sun Simiao is also from the Tang Dynasty, will it be related to the tomb of the King of Medicine?

At this moment, the reading on the magnetometer has reached its peak, and Xiao Jin is holding it around the temple, and the head of the female cicada is always roundabout towards this small temple.

"The cicada is in this temple." Lao She affirmed.

Standing in the hall, because the two witch cicadas were too close, the magnetometer reading had stopped at the highest peak, and the female cicada's body no longer rotated, lying there quietly.

Where will the male cicada be? Lao She carefully looked at the hall and ordered everyone to search around. Everyone knocked and searched for a whole day but still found nothing, seeing that it was getting late, the light in the hall was dim, and they had no choice but to collect the team and go down the mountain to come back tomorrow.

Back at the inn, although they couldn't find the male cicada, everyone was still in high spirits, after all, they were only one step away from the goal, and they believed that they would be able to find it the next day.

At dinner, Youliang asked Lao She, "Is that temple on the mountain Qingyuan Temple?" ”

Lao She shook his head and said, "I don't know what the name of this temple is, but it's definitely not Qingyuan Temple." In the past, when I inspected Lantian jade, I had carefully checked the "Lantian County Chronicles", which recorded that there is a place called Rongchuan Valley in the south of Lantian County, the scenery is beautiful, and when Wu Zetian of the Tang Dynasty, Song Zhiwen had a place to do something here, and later was bought by the great poet Wang Wei of the Shanshui School to make a villa, next to the Qingyuan Temple, located at the northern foot of the Qinling Mountains. ”

Secretary Xing asked the innkeeper about the temple on the mountain.

"It is an unnamed temple, enshrined in a pot-bellied Maitreya Buddha, listening to the old man say that it seems to have been built when the White Lotus Sect was rising in the Yuan Dynasty." The boss also knows very little about it.

"The stone road is dust-free and the bamboo path is open, and I used to accompany Dai She in the past," Youliang muttered in his mouth and asked Lao She, "This Dai Yan is a personal name, right?" ”

"Dai Yan is a famous sculptor in the late Eastern Jin Dynasty and the Southern Dynasties, the word Zhongruo, a native of Qianjun, known for carving Buddha statues." Lao She is an old pedant in the end, and he knows everything.

Everyone was tired of the day, and after dinner, they all went back to their rooms to wash and rest.

"Since the male cicada is in the temple, the female cicada can be returned to us." In the corridor, Youliang cheekily begged Lao She for jade.

Lao She lightly took out the female cicada and handed it to him.

Not long after lying down, the sound of "hey" in the next room started again, the stilted building creaked and rattled, and the second girl smiled embarrassedly with red ears.

"The stone road is dust-free and the bamboo path is open, and it has been accompanied by Dai Yan in the past. After hearing the bell in the middle of the window, after hearing the bell, "Arira recalls the inscription poem on the temple wall, and I can't remember it below."

After the bell was heard in the window, Panasonic sent the guests back. The curtain hides the night snow to the jade peak, and the brick grows autumn moss because of the blue water. In the White Lotus Society, if they ask each other, they say that the tourist is surnamed Lei. Erya said casually.

"How do you remember?" Arara said in surprise.

Erya smiled slightly: "I have a good memory since I was a child, and I can memorize the textbooks I read once I was in school." ”

Youliang was ashamed when he heard this, and he thought about it and said: "I am pondering that the cicada is in that temple, and there are inscriptions from the Tang Dynasty on the temple wall, and your ancestor Sun Simiao is also from the Tang Dynasty, will there be any connection?" ”

Erya also said: "Yes, Brother Youliang, or you think far, maybe there is really some secret in this song "Sending Qingyuan Temple Monks". ”

"Lao She said that the person named Dai Yan in the poem is a craftsman who carves Buddha statues, could it be related to the pot-bellied Maitreya Buddha? No, this temple was only available in the Yuan Dynasty. Arara thought wildly.

"'The stone road is dust-free and the bamboo path is open, and I used to accompany Dai Yan in the past,'" Erya said to herself, "If you want to hide something in the temple, where will it be?" ”

"Of course, it's the most important place, the Buddha's heart." Arira blurted out that in the past few years in Fengling Temple, he heard Master Yidu say that every time a Buddha statue is built, some important things should be placed in the position of the Buddha's heart, such as scriptures and relics.

"The male cicada is in the belly of the Buddha statue." The two spoke almost in unison.

"That's right, it should be in Maitreya Buddha's big belly," Arira said excitedly, "Let's go, we'll go now." He couldn't sleep anymore and rolled over and got out of bed.

Erya looked out the window and said embarrassedly, "It's night, and if there are wild beasts on the mountain, it's over." ”

"You wait at the inn, I'll go alone." If you don't go, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep all night.

"Then let's call Lao She and them to get up and go together." Erya is not at ease.

"No need, I'll just call Secretary Xing." Arara came to the next door and knocked softly.

Secretary Xing and Ke'er had just finished the room, and they hadn't slept yet, and they were all emotional when they heard Youliang say it, and they quietly went downstairs with Ke'er, and the four of them climbed up the mountain along the route they had walked during the day.

After a short time, they came to the nameless temple, under the cool moonlight, the surrounding of the ruined temple was quiet, and a white mist rose from the forest, which was extremely quiet.

Recently, Youliang's left eyelid has gradually drooped and has begun to shrink, but the right yin eye is better than the original, and you can even see the possessed Ke'er, which is a dark gas with irregular images, looming on the young female host, and even the worm man in Secretary Xing's body can see some clues.

The hateful Liu Thirteen, his left eye is completely ruined, even if he sees Nizi again in the future, what face will he have? Youliang thought angrily.

"Brother Youliang, are we really going to break the belly of the Buddha statue?" Erya's questioning brought Youliang back to his senses.

"There is no other way but to break the clay statue." Arirashi replied.

"Let me come, the Communists are outright atheists." Secretary Xing laughed, he forgot that he was a worm.

With a "bang", Secretary Xing lifted a big stone and smashed it on the belly of the clay statue, knocking out a big hole, and it turned out that the belly of the Buddha statue was empty.

With a series of explosions, Secretary Xing's neck stretched, and then gently poked into Maitreya Buddha's stomach. Although it was pitch black inside, the wormman could still see clearly and found a small wooden box, so he opened his mouth and took it out.

"Found it." Kerr exclaimed happily.

Youliang nervously held the small wooden box, and then carefully lifted the lid of the box, and a jade of the same size lay there quietly.

"This is the male cicada?" Erya's trembling hands were gently raised, and her eyes were moist.

Arira took out the female cicada from his arms and put it on her palm, it was really a pair, the size and color were exactly the same.

With a "snap", the two jade jade trees attracted each other and stuck together, and due to the dim light, Er Ya consciously came to the front to take a closer look. In Youliang's yin eyes, he saw a bright yellow gas escaping from the body of the male cicada Yuwan fused with the black air mass released by the female cicada, and then slowly burrowed into Erya's nostrils

Her expression seemed to be very intoxicated, and a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth with her eyes closed.

Youliang originally wanted to give a warning, but when he saw his satisfied appearance, he didn't say anything, this pair of witch cicadas originally belonged to the Sun family, maybe the unknown substances sealed in the cicada for thousands of years were waiting for the arrival of the descendants of the medicine king.

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the hall.