Buy a ticket to enter the attraction and go up the stairs, the attraction is a scene of exuberant incense, black houses steaming in gray smoke, and an ancient Jizo shrine standing on the lawn in the distance.

The monks enthusiastically sell all kinds of small souvenirs for tourists, happily converting the seclusion of Buddhism into tangible financial benefits.

Along the way, Ke Zhiguang was also eavesdropping on the tour guide's introduction to this place.

Twenty years ago, the temple and the entire mountain were bought by a mysterious buyer, and the temple was renovated and renamed Youxuan.

Being able to buy such a mountain in the area where the wealthy are gathered, this mysterious buyer is naturally worth a lot of money, and the name of the temple is enough to show the buyer's favor for Go.

Later, this place became inexplicably popular, and there was an endless stream of tourists who came to the door, and incense flourished, no less than Sensoji Temple, one of Japan's famous cards.

Some people say that it is precisely because of the completion of this temple that the rise of Japanese chess has been driven, and the economy has also ushered in a recovery under the leverage of chess luck, in short, it is a very mysterious place.

The tribute box is placed in front of the Buddha statue in the main courtyard, and the wooden seal is closed, revealing only a few gaps for people to put coins.

"Can I vote for this?" Ke Zhiguang showed the white fox doll to a monk behind the tribute box.

The monk looked at the white fox doll, and then nodded: "This is no problem, it is a tribute that can bring good luck." ”

Ke Zhiguang was stunned when he heard this, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

What does it mean?

It means that the monks of this temple all have their own eyes and can see the divinity behind an object at a glance?

"Master, may I ask you, what kind of luck does this doll have?" Ke Zhiguang reverently shook the other party's hand, his eyes blazing, and humbly asked for advice.

"Huh?" The monk was also stunned, his mouth half open, the first time he met a tourist who asked such a tricky question.

He's just an ordinary staff, the kind that clocks in and out on time, the monk's uniform on his body is a work uniform, and his hairstyle is also kept for work, saying that this doll can bring good luck, but it's just a commercial line, and it's called a master, how can he stand it?

Besides, as a mere worker, he also wanted to know why this thing brought good luck.

You can't answer that this is how employees are taught in the "Staff Teaching Manual", right?

"This ..... It is also difficult for the little monk to answer this question, but I think that if you are sincere, you have this intention, I think it should bring good luck. ”

"That's right." Although the answer was very perfunctory, Ke Zhiguang still accepted it.

Although he thinks that he has nothing to do with the belief in the god stick all his life, considering that the current worldview may have a bit of an idealistic factor, it seems necessary to find a root Buddha Jio to hug him temporarily.

Stuff the white fox doll into the tribute box, then clasp his hands together violently, and assume the pose of Edward performing alchemy.

Equivalent exchange!

What do you think? Not religious!

The white fox doll slowly fell in the tribute box, as if falling into a sea of nothingness.

There was no sound of falling on the wooden planks from the tribute box.

[Mission Complete: Purify the Plague Rat]

[Reward has arrived]

That's it?

The breeze of the temple blew behind him, and the leaves rustled against the stone slabs, making it indescribably empty and silent.

- When the white fox doll was thrown down just now, he didn't hear the sound of landing.

He craned his neck into the tribute box to see what it was like, but through the wooden bars, he saw only an abrupt shadow, as if some unknown force was blocking everything.

The déjà vu of a horror game.

Many horror games like to use the shrine as a save point, put a tribute on the tribute table in front of the shrine, and immediately a hand reaches out from the void, takes the tribute, and then the save is successful.

There are forces outside of common sense that operate behind the scenes.

"That, donor, it's better not to do this, it's not good." The monk staff on the side politely reminded.

Ke Zhiguang immediately stopped the action of snooping inside the box, and after thinking for a moment, asked, "Did you hear the sound of the tribute falling on the wooden board just now?" ”

"This little monk really didn't hear it, but I think it should be a layer of cloth under the tribute box or something."

"Even if you put a layer of cloth and you stuff more coins into it, you should be able to make the sound of coins touching each other, have you ever heard this?" Ke Zhiguang continued to ask.

"I'm not impressed with that either." The monk touched the back of his head and replied that it was the first time he had met such a tricky and strange tourist.

"Don't you think it's weird, then?" Ke Zhiguang squatted down in front of the tribute box and continued to study.

"It's very difficult for me to say that, besides, this is the land of Buddhism, and there is a bit of a supernatural phenomenon..... Is it reasonable? The monk replied with a wry smile, there was really nothing he could do with the other party.

Ko Zhiguang didn't need to ask more questions at this time, he knew that the natives had a tradition of believing in the supernatural, but in the current world line, this belief seemed to have deepened.

He pieced together clues in his head.

The inside of the unobservable tribute box seems to have disappeared.

The chessboard, which is not observed, wakes up one night and is full of props.

One emphasizes disappearing, the other appearing, but the essence of the two is surprisingly similar, and they may both be the product of quantum mechanics.

"I have another question, is there any special monk in this monastery?" Ke Zhiguang changed the question.

"Donor, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"If, on a dark and rainy night, a mysterious person suddenly appears behind you, points a gun at the back of your head and says, 'I'm looking for that monk', in this case, which monk will come to your first reaction?" Ke Zhiguang looked into the other party's eyes and asked very seriously.

This.....

What the hell is this!

The image is too vivid!

To put it bluntly, we are just an ordinary commercial temple here, whether it is a monk or a witch, they are ordinary employees.

"The little monk doesn't remember the existence of this person, if the donor is fateful, he should be able to meet this special monk." The monk Amitabha said.

Ke Zhiguang also expected such an answer.

Sure enough, the characters who can be reminded by the golden finger to deal with carefully are not so easy to see.

In short, the side quest to clean up the plague rats is over, and he doesn't plan to explore the issue of the tribute box too much.

Next, there is still the indication of the [Treasure Map].

The location indicated by the treasure map is in a remote side courtyard of Youxuan Temple, which mainly sells souvenirs and is sparsely visited by tourists.

Came to the side courtyard, followed the instructions of the [Treasure Map] all the way in, and came to the quaint door at the end of the basement floor, if it weren't for the sightseeing area marked on the wall next to him, he would probably feel that he had come to the Buddha Gate, and if he took a step further, he might be beaten by the eighteen bronze men and driven away.

The coordinates indicated by the treasure map are behind the door.

- I think I can push it open, this door?

Just as he was putting his hand on the door, about to exert force, the dialog box popped up.

[Are you sure to open this door?] 】