Sioux City Ancient Temple, Rinshan Temple.

The light of Buddha has shone on the water town for hundreds of years, and after two fires, it has been continuously renovated and rebuilt, and it has such a scale today.

The locals know that there is a flower basket building that is the most famous, a building smaller than the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, only two main pillars are used to bear the load, just like the flower basket handle, so it is named.

There is a record of the observation of smoke and haze in the secret of Dengzhen, so Xiao Zamao is very sensitive to concealing evil qi, and it is similar to the warlock's observation of luck.

According to common sense, most of the temples in the city are full of incense, even if there is no Pudu side, it should definitely not be so weird. Xiao Zamao has been around the temple for a long time, because it is still early, it is a little inappropriate to sneak into the temple rashly, so he found the mountain gate, swaggered forward, he is also a Taoist priest, this Buddha is the Tao of Zen people do not know, the great monks can forget? Taoist robe is about to raise his legs to cross the threshold, but was stopped.

"This fellow Daoist, I don't know what you have to do?"

Looking at the monk in front of him with a proud spring breeze, Xiao Zamao said: "When I first came to Sucheng Water Town, I wanted to pay homage to the Buddhist Avenue in the Rinshan Temple, and I hope to be accommodating!"

The monk folded his hands and said: "Fellow Daoist, Rinshan Temple is never open to the public, if you want to worship the Buddha, there is a City God Temple in the east." ”

Xiao Zamao ate the closed door, and it was not good to continue to stay, so he turned his body and left, and said: "What kind of broken temple, it is the same as a private garden, and there must be something strange about the blind dragon gate array." ”

The robe walked to a diagonal bridge in the distance, where the terrain is higher, but you can see half of the ancient temple, but the angle is completely dead, as if everything before is an illusion......

On the downhill side of the bridge, there is a small bean flower shop, in the semi-open shop, tables and chairs are placed on the street, and the robe orders a bowl of tofu brain, and asks the simple old woman: "Old family, may I ask if the Rinshan Temple has not been open to the public?"

The old woman put down the long wooden spoon in her hand, glanced in the direction of the ancient temple, and said, "Hey, Rinshan Temple used to be lively...... This small water town, on the New Year's Eve, the old and young will go to the temple to dip some good fate, but then there was a fire for no reason, it is said that some people died, from the second year, the Rinshan Temple has been closed so far, this ancient tower is more and more built higher, more and more new, but unfortunately can no longer enter. ”

The little miscellaneous hair stirred the wooden spoon in his hand, and buried himself in the ...... Ancient temples, fires, reconstruction, and sealing of doors, there is no inevitable connection between them, but if you want to uncover the mystery, you still need to explore it yourself, and the death you see will never be fake, but it has disappeared at this time, which proves that there must be a demon when things go wrong.

The Maoshan trail let the old woman take a few fried ghosts, hastily filled her stomach, and wanted to take advantage of the night later to sneak into the Rinshan Temple to find out. He wanted to return to Xiaoxiang Tower and call Chen Yuzhi to go with him, but he remembered that the daffodils were not blooming, so he shook his head helplessly, and decided to go to the temple alone, after all, he was thin-skinned and couldn't afford to be ridiculed by the green shirts......

As the night darkened, the robe turned into a black shadow and sneaked into the Rinshan Temple, during which it was pitch black, and there was no light or fire, and it was quiet and abnormal. Xiao Zamao was a little surprised, it stands to reason that even if this Buddhism is not a pilgrim, it should not be so cold, an ancient temple of this scale, just take the daily cleaning and maintenance, if there are no hundred monks working together, it may be difficult to succeed. At this time, the bleak wind is cold, how can there be the appearance of Buddhism, and it is not much better to say that it is a ghost brake.

The Taoist robe raised with both hands, the back of the hand attached to the forehead, the left and right index fingers against the little thumb, silently reciting the formula, half-opening the eyes of the sky, wanting to watch the obscurity.

Since ancient times, there are very few people who can open the eyes of heaven, and most of the people who open them are the posture of heaven and man, and the weakest realm is also in the fairyland, and this method of opening the eyes of heaven is the method of tricking in the secret trick of Dengzhen, although there is no power of the eye of heaven, but it can explore the confusion of the world. I remember that the master said that this half-open heavenly eye and the fully open heavenly eye actually belong to the same group, as long as the realm is enough, you can do whatever you want, but if you forcibly open the heavenly eye, you will be counterattacked.

Maoshan Xiaodao closed his eyes, and simply saw with the eyes of the sky, the night was still night, but the surrounding qi flowed slightly, all in the heart. At the moment of half-opening the sky, Li Xiyang found a trace of oppression, and there were many formations around, on the eaves, in the corners, there were countless of them, such tricky arrangements, if there was no problem with the Rinshan Temple, I am afraid that no one would believe it. Xiao Zamao was not proficient in the formation, so he had to avoid the prohibition far away and slowly sneak into the temple.

In the dark night, another shadow entered, Li Xiyang relied on the perception of the eye of the sky, and hid early, the butterfly hosta failed to escape the capture of the eye of the sky, Li Xiyang was puzzled in his heart: "Is it her?"

I didn't expect the two to be so fateful, they only met in the morning, and they met again at night, if it was arranged by God, Xiao Zamao would not doubt it, after all, taking peach blossom luck is not Chen Yuzhi's patent, and it is natural for him to make a mistake once in a while. The Taoist robe wanted to get into the wrong, and followed the hosta woman towards the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The little lady is quite handsome, fast and not to mention, she can also avoid the formation of anti-thieves, which makes Li Xiyang a little surprised, after all, she is half-open, so that she can avoid evil, I don't know what kind of means this little lady can use to achieve this. On the way to the flower basket building, she stopped, stopped under one of the pillars for a long time, and saw clearly that she took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve, and then dripped into the ground with scorching blood. Little Miscellaneous didn't know what the woman wanted to do, and she didn't know where the blood came from.

It didn't take long for the day's dead air to appear out of thin air again, it seemed to come out of the flower basket building, and it seemed to emerge from the soil under his feet. The Rinshan Temple is full of life, the lights of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are flickering, and the hundreds of monks are chanting, endlessly, and the dead air is flickering, as if it has been suppressed.

Li Xiyang hid in the shadows, and suddenly saw the robe covering the sky, falling towards the hosta woman, who barely avoided the restraint with his extremely fast body. The old monk with white eyebrows and beards took back his robe and cloak his body, blocked the woman's way, and said, "Amitabha, it turns out that you are secretly doing it these days!"

The hosta woman didn't seem to want to expose herself, neither spoke nor fought back, scanning the situation in all directions, trying to escape from here. Xiao Zamao found that the killing intent and hatred coexisted in her, but she couldn't bear it, which was very strange. After half-opening the eyes of the sky, the observation is subtle, and even a little emotion can be captured, but it is quite sad for a long time. There are formations on both sides of the pillars of the flower basket building, if she wants to escape, she will inevitably pass by her side, and she will be exposed at that time, but if she retreats at this time, she is a little unwilling...... The problem of Rinshan Temple has not been investigated clearly, and although this hosta woman behaves strangely, Xiao Zamao doesn't want to see her in danger, and there is something about the blossoming of the iron tree......

The hosta woman dressed in black walked at night, and disappeared in the dark for a moment, and the old monk's eyes smiled, as if she was doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.

His arm drove the robe to lift lightly, and the vajra on the top of the Rinshan Tower was divided into three, and the streamer broke through the wind and turned into golden light, nailing to the hosta woman without mercy.

Xiao Zamao saw that she narrowly avoided the two pestles, but scratched the fragrant shoulders and jade legs, and was about to come to the rescue, but found that the woman and the last vajra were coming towards him together......