Halfway up the mountain.

Zhao Hu's nose was slightly inciting, and suddenly he said: "My lord, have you smelled a very strong aroma?" ”

The expression on his face did not seem to be fake, as if he really smelled a fragrance in the mountains.

On his side, Zhang Long suddenly spoke: "In this deep mountain, where does the fragrance come from, Zhao Hu, you are not hysterical." ”

As soon as Zhao Hu wanted to refute, he saw Zuo Dao on the side waving his hand slightly.

Said: "Zhao Hu didn't smell wrong, there is indeed a very strong aroma here, and it is wafting from the forest in front." ”

When Zhang Long heard this, he immediately looked in the direction of the woods.

Then his serious nose twitched slightly, as if he wanted to sniff something out of the air.

The left path is directed in the direction of the woods.

In his eyes, wisps of smoke could be clearly seen wafting out of the forest.

Even in the middle of the night, he could still see clearly.

Seeing this, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu hurriedly followed him cautiously.

Zhao Hu even whispered: "I'll just say that I didn't smell wrong!" There is indeed a fragrance coming from this hellish place, and adults can smell it. ”

When Zhang Long heard this, he could only nod helplessly.

Because he also seemed to smell a fragrance just now, and the fragrance was extremely strong, even a little abnormal.

Hooked his stomach with worms, he wanted to find the source of this aroma.

The three of them walked in the forest for a while, and then they saw a temple not far away, and at this moment the temple was brightly lit, and they could faintly catch the smoke rising from it.

And the fragrance they smelled before came from this temple.

Zhang Long frowned slightly, and said, "How can there be such a wild temple in this mountain and wilderness? ”

Zuo Dao took a deep look at the temple, and then said: "It's a person or a ghost, you can see when you go in." ”

The voice fell, and he walked directly towards the small temple in front of him.

At the same time, the Qi Technique and the Diamond Sutra are used together.

The next moment.

In his eyes, the small brightly lit temple in front of him changed its appearance in an instant.

Where there is any light, it is just the light reflected on the broken bronze mirror by the moonlight sprinkled from the sky.

And in the ruined temples in the mountains and fields, there are still a few figures busy in them.

He could vaguely see a trace of demonic aura permeating the air.

Everything they saw just now was just a mirror, like a dream.

Put away the supernatural powers.

As soon as everyone came to the gate of the small temple, they saw a person inside walking out of the temple, and they saw the three people coming at a glance.

He immediately said: "A few of them must have lost their way in the mountains, so it's better to go into the temple to rest!" ”

The man was dressed in a monk's robe, with an honest appearance, and several ring scars on the top of his head, like a monk in a temple.

Zhao Hu frowned and said, "When was this temple built?" ”

The monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha! Donor, this is not a temple, but a temple, Gushan Temple, which was built three hundred years ago. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and asked the three of them to enter the temple with him.

Zhao Hu muttered, "Gushan Temple? Built 300 years ago? Why have I never heard of it, and it has never been mentioned in this Youzhou case. ”

Zhang Long was cautious, and his hand was faintly placed on the handle of the embroidered spring knife on his waist.

Zuo Dao and others followed the monk into the temple, still vaguely looking at the surrounding scenes along the way.

Soon, the three of them were taken by the monk to a Buddhist hall.

There is a golden-bodied Buddha statue standing in the main hall, and there are angry eyes around it, which looks a little terrifying under the light of the candle flame.

The monk smiled and said: "A few donors came at the right time, the kitchen made somen noodles, and a few donors want to taste it." ”

When Zuo Dao heard this, he said: "The master is having a good time in this mountain, and there are still noodles to eat late at night." ”

The monk was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then said with a smile: "On weekdays, I have nothing to do with my senior brothers, so I reclaimed some barren land behind the temple and planted some food, but I can also be self-sufficient." ”

Zuo Dao nodded thoughtfully and said, "I see." ”

Immediately, he stood up, glanced at the monk in front of him, and said, "Could it be that the fragrance just now came from the back kitchen?" ”

The monk nodded and said, "The plain noodles of this temple are widely loved by pilgrims, if the donor wants to eat them, I will wait to bring a few bowls later." ”

Zuo Dao waved his hand and said, "Why bother the master, we are all rough people, just go to the back kitchen and wait." ”

As he spoke, he walked in the direction of the back kitchen.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu also followed.

Seeing this, the monk could only hurriedly run in front to lead the way, and took Zuo Dao and others towards the back kitchen.

In the back kitchen.

Several monks were busy in front of the stove, and one of them, the monk who was burning the fire, raised his head slightly, and could see a mouthful of bloody teeth on his face.

On the side of his mouth, there was still a section of his ear that had not been eaten, stained with blood, and slowly slid down the corner of his mouth.

Although the rest of the monks were also busy, most of them were chewing something in their mouths.

You can still hear the crunch of it.

Perhaps hearing the movement outside, the monk in charge of the fire hurriedly swallowed the root of the ear in his mouth, and then rolled the blood from the side of his mouth with his tongue.

The rest of the monks licked their lips while cleaning up the back kitchen.

There was even one person who grabbed a handful of things he didn't know and threw them directly into the pot, stirring them a few times with a spoon at will.

Then cover the other pots as well.

For a while, the fragrance coming out of the kitchen became more and more intense.

Outside.

The monk took Zuo Dao and others to the door of the back kitchen, and then said to a few monks inside the door: "Senior brothers, there are pilgrims who are lost in the mountains and are hungry, hurry up and order some noodles." ”

Hearing this, the monk who was busy in front of the stove glanced back and showed a compassionate smile.

Then he said, "Wait a minute, the noodles will be ready soon." ”

Zhao Hu stood outside the door, twitched his nose a few times, and then said with a look of disbelief: "The taste of somen noodles can be so fragrant?" ”

The monk who brought them here said: "These are all grains grown by the monks themselves, polished and dried, and the natural flavor is extraordinary. ”

Hearing this, Zuo Dao walked directly into the back kitchen.

When the monks in the back kitchen saw this, their faces were all stiff, and their movements seemed to be a little unnatural.

Zuo Dao smiled and said, "What are the masters cooking?" I actually used three or four cauldrons. ”

A sturdy monk stood in front of him, clasped his hands together and said, "Some bamboo used to make bamboo slips, if the donor is hungry, just wait outside." ”

Hearing this, Zuo Dao said: "This official has always been interested in this kind of thing, I don't know if I can take a look." ”

When the great monk heard this, he said with a smile: "If the donor is willing, then what's the harm in taking a look." ”

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, who were outside the door, also walked into the back kitchen, put their hands on their waists, and looked at the few monks around them with a wary face.

The remaining monks continued to work on their hands as if nothing had happened.

The great monk led everyone to a pot, smiled and lifted the lid of the pot, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, these are all fine bamboos that can be born among the stones. ”

"It is used to concoct bamboo slips by special means and engrave scriptures, which can be immortal for thousands of years, and is most suitable for entering the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion."

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu looked down.

I saw that inside the boiling cauldron, there was indeed a whole pot of bamboo that had been divided into sections.

This made the two completely relieved.

Zuo Dao's eyes narrowed slightly, and a glimmer of light flashed under his eyes, and the things in front of him instantly changed their appearance.

There is no bamboo in this boiling cauldron.

It was clearly a head that rose and fell in the boiling water, and the skin and flesh had been boiled, revealing the white bones.

The smoke curls and blows on its face, making it almost nauseous.