"In that case, then why did you send someone to bring me food?" Wu Chen asked.

As soon as he heard that Cha Mu said that he would send someone to bring him food, Wu Chen speculated that it was the intention of grounding.

"From tomorrow, Uncle Shi will officially take over the position of guarding the Tibetan Mission, responsible for the cleaning of the Cold Garden, and need to meditate on the cultivation of the Cold Garden, although there is no time to go down the mountain to eat. Chamu explained.

"Guarding the Tibetan Envoy?"

"I took my uncle to see Gu Peiju, and you can go to the Cold Garden. ”

What kind of place is it? Wu Chen frowned slightly, remembering that in the Hall of Light, when Han Qing talked about the cold garden and the Tibetan envoy, the burning eyes of everyone in the hall, Wu Chen always felt that Han Qing was not at ease.

"Take me. He said.

Walking straight back from the main entrance of Gu Peiju, this Gu Peiju room is connected in one direction, and there is only one way. The front hall, study, bedroom and latrine, each with a door in the front and back.

Passing through the back door, there is a neatly and dusty paved stone square, and a cemetery can be seen in the distance of the square. The square is a stone slab, and the stone wall in the cemetery is not high, as if it is deliberately repaired at will and unfettered, as if it is the wall of a private house.

It's just that this stone wall is quite extensive, and it is not comparable to private houses.

A huge stone tablet is erected at the main entrance outside the stone wall, and there seems to be a mist on the stone tablet, and there is a golden light shining out of the fog from time to time, and I don't know the source of light.

Book on the stele, cold garden!

Look into the cemetery, there are many rockeries all over, there is a stone tablet towering in it, it is formed by a number of huge stones, the rules are neat and mighty and solemn.

It turned out to be a cemetery! Wu Chen sighed in his heart.

This is for me to sweep the grave, and I know that it is not good.

Cha Mu was in front, leading Wu Chen through the stone square, all the way to see Wu Chen's unhappy look, he knew how to observe words and colors, so he explained: "The cold garden is the cemetery of the founder of the Fumen school, and this garden was built before the ancestor passed away. After several renovations over the past few years, it is a holy place of the mansion, and those who can come here to clean and cultivate are not ordinary people. ”

"Really?"

"All the guards have returned from the pure heart cultivation of the Cold Garden, and their cultivation has been greatly improved, which is an incomparable speed for ordinary people.

When the lord of the mansion was young, he also swept the tomb and practiced here, and he was a Tibetan envoy for a whole year, and the cultivation of the lord of the mansion also made a leap here. Chamu testified.

Wu Chen raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"Let's go. ”

He saw that Chamu had stopped when he reached the outer edge of the Cold Garden, so he turned his head and called.

"Uncle Shi, I can only send you here. Only the guards of the cold garden can enter and exit freely, and we and other idlers are not allowed to enter. ”

Oh?

The gods are mysterious and secretive, and they won't hide dangers, Wu Chen thought secretly.

Without waiting for Wu Chen to say goodbye and enter, Cha Mu explained: "Senior uncle, you need to clean the cold garden every day in the future, and there will be full-time disciples to check the maintenance of the cold garden every night, and the rest of the time you can study and practice in the Fengbo Building." ”

"Didn't you just say that only I could enter?"

Cha Mu bowed: "That's true, in addition to Uncle Shi, you also have a full-time disciple who is responsible for the protection of the Cold Garden, but the special disciple can only inspect the outer edge of the Cold Garden, and cannot enter the Storm Tower." ”

"What is the Storm Tower?"

"Cultivation Holy Land," Cha Mu said, pointing with his hand: "Uncle Shi will be visible when he enters the Cold Garden." His eyes all revealed his yearning for the holy place of cultivation.

"I'm the only one to clean up here?" Wu Chen didn't know where the yearning came from, he poked his eyes into the cold garden and asked.

Chamu responded.

No wonder I asked someone to bring me food, I really didn't have time to eat elsewhere after cleaning such a large garden...... I sighed in my heart.

"Uncle Shi can get familiar with it here today, and he will officially move in early tomorrow morning. Cha Mu saluted and said, "If Uncle Shi is fine, I will retreat first." ”

Wu Chen smiled and watched Zha Mu leave, he turned around and entered the cold garden.

There are no guards, no barriers, and the huge garden seems to be easy to walk into.

Yu has no stones, the ground is not hard, the mountains are not rocks, the garden is not beautiful, the dwelling is uneasy, there are stones everywhere, Wu Chen looked around, it seems that Han Qing's ancestors liked stones very much.

There are many rockeries in the park, and streams and springs are built around the rockeries, lakes and bamboo forests, and the scenery is different and ingenious. The rockery is like the stars holding the moon to set off the tombstone in the center, the tomb of Han Wuxun, the ancestor of Tianfu!

Although it is a cemetery, it is divided by the rockery stone forest lake lawn with a sense of sadness, this cold garden everywhere reflects the soft beauty, and the stone masonry method makes this place have a solemn and solemn feeling, which really makes people feel calm and calm in it.

Presumably, the craftsmen who designed the cold garden looked up at the sky many times and looked down on the terrain to participate in the people, and conformed to the way of the unity of heaven and man, so that such a cold garden was built. There is not only the supreme and respectful sense of the founding ancestor, but also the affinity of approachability.

Wu Chen turned the entire cold garden around and returned to the tombstone of the founding ancestor.

Not far away, a small two-story building was built. Smoke takes off from the flat ground outside the building, with a wisp of holy air, the stele standing outside the building can be seen in the smoke and fog, the storm building.

There is a storm building in the cold garden.

The shrine is enshrined upstairs in the storm.

The shrine benefits the people of fate.

There are thousands of rolls in the building.

This is the words often sung by the disciples in the Heavenly Mansion, expressing the yearning and reverence of the disciples for the cold garden, the Fengbo Building, and the shrine in the building.

With some curiosity, Wu Chen passed through the flying smoke and stood near the Fengbo Building.

I found that this building is quite wonderful, it is round and not square, whether the wall columns or cornices are all circular, the doors and windows on the wall are small and numerous, the carving is delicate and precise, and it is extremely symmetrical.

In the dazzling complexity and rigorous and neat orderly conflict, it gives people a sense of spiritual shock and awe.

In these precision carvings, Wu Chen saw that every few inches of distance, there was a statue of a god.

Isn't this the same idol he saw outside the door of the border house?

Since the dust road into the interior of Dajing, Wu Chen only learned that Dajing has always had the custom of worshiping the statues of the gods, the rich and noble families will enshrine the statues in the exclusive ancestral hall, and the ordinary families also have carved the statues and posted them at the door.

And the statue carved upstairs in this storm is no different from the statue of the god worshiped outside the home of ordinary people, if there is a difference, it is that the statue of the god upstairs is more realistic, and the pair of eyes seem to be able to look directly at the bottom of people's hearts.

Wu Chen has entered Yingtianfu since he entered the Heavenly Mansion, and he has never seen the statues of gods in other places, and they were all enshrined here.

He thought about going forward, standing near a certain idol, stared at by the idol, and those who had done something wrong would not dare to look at him.

The carving was so beautiful and realistic that the state of the gods was lifelike, and Wu Chen uncontrollably reached out to touch it.

"Whew!"

Before his hand could touch the statue, he felt a sharp qi attack on his ankle, the speed and strength of this air flow far exceeded Han Qing's, Wu Chen's soles were unstable and defenseless, he fell down with a bang, and kicked on the storm tower.

He lay on the ground and looked up at the idol, I don't know if it was a delusion, the idol's realistic eyes were even more reprimanding, this inexplicable fall, as if the gods were deliberately punishing him for disrespect.

If that's the case, then you might as well not be punished.

Wu Chen said in his heart.

I just wanted to touch what this material was, and I had no disrespect, but wouldn't it be even more disrespectful for you to kick me and leave a clear dirty footprint under the idol?

Wu Chen stood up and patted the soil, no longer looked at the statue, and went straight to one of the many doors and walked into the Fengbo Building.

As everyone knows, since the construction of the Fengbo Building, no one has ever been able to leave any traces outside the Fengbo Building, let alone a big footprint?

Wu Chen is the first person.