The boss looks like a typical Peking uncle, and it is best to brag about this set on weekdays. Seeing that there are two people willing to listen to him, and it happens to be those old rumors, it is not a boast. "When you ask others, he doesn't know what to say. That's just right when you ask me. My family has lived here since the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty. Speaking of which, Chen Jialuo wanted to smack his face at that time, "This alley looks at the top of the sky, that is, it was built in the late stage of the warlord melee, at most less than eighty years....... and at that time in the Ming Dynasty, this was a place where the nobles gathered and lived, and your uncle didn't look like a tune to rest with the country, why did you come to live here from the Ming Dynasty!"

However, Chen Jialuo didn't say it, but came to praise him. Then the boss is getting more and more energetic: "This piece, it's not Panda Hutong, that's a string." Actually, this place is called Fierce Temple Hutong!" Immediately the two people cheered up, "Is there such a thing? What the hell is going on there?"

Just as they were chattering, the place that had been sealed off. Once again, Bo Fu stood up from his seat - this time it wasn't just him, but all the statues in the entire hall were resurrected. "There's another batch of delicious fruit ripe, hahaha The group of guys gathered around, and Bo Fu waved his hand to release a black orb that was one person tall. Bursts of lightning erupted from the sphere, and human figures gradually appeared in the lightning and thunder, and they struggled to lift the surface of the black ball, looking like they were trying to struggle out of it.

Bo Fu had done a lot of bad things when he was shuttling through the endless void, and one of them was that he had made a part of his power into a collector - anyway, the five-colored divine light was nothing. Making this kind of thing is not a trivial matter. The function of this collector is to take advantage of the worldly realms with the rules of fantasy cultivation. As long as it is that kind of underworld cultivator, the world world that kills people and grabs treasures and grabs luck will be captured by this collector, and then these underworld heroes will be sent to Bo Fu by this collector after they ascend and ascend again - generally speaking, by this time, these people have already eaten the heavenly and earthly treasures of that world realm, and the aura has been refined and purified to the point that it can no longer be pure, and the whole body is the essence of the world that he has soared, that is, the most delicious and suitable for the great tonic pill. Every now and then, such good things happen. Now it's harvest time again. Sure enough, the black ball dissipated at once under Bo Fu's control, exposing several of the men and women - Bo Fu had already used his strength to block the rules of this world world long before this, and at the same time temporarily cut this space from this world world world, so as not to cause chaos in this world world world. Those men and women are old and young, and most of them have a name such as an ancestor or a real person, and all of them are the great demons of the generation of the world they were born in—anyway, all those in the world who can reach the realm of ascension in the world of underworld cultivators are old demons, without exception......

As soon as these people appeared, they didn't have time to say: "What a thin aura!" was pinched by Bo Fu, and kneaded it into several large live meat balls. Then he carefully selected one of them, and he threw the rest among the apostles. Next, Bo Fu bit off a large piece of the meat ball. Chewing and chewing in his mouth, "It tastes really good! This overflowing vitality! The mixture of rare birds and beasts, spirit grasses, and immortal mushrooms between heaven and earth is so delicious, and sure enough, it is still good to whimsically make a collector of killing people and cultivating the truth!"

Bo Fu ate with a mouth full of oil, and his subordinates were also eating those meat dumplings, and they were also eating happily. And outside the wall, Chen Jialuo happened to hear the boss say that this fierce temple was also considered to be the peak of incense back then, and the Buddha statues in the temple seemed to be very effective - speaking of which, the boss was still using revolutionary principles to ridicule the temple for being a mud bodhisattva crossing the river and it was difficult to protect itself, "I heard that the temple had been burned down a long time ago, and later this Zhenguo Temple was built here." Then he also said that the rule of that temple was that you should never enter after sunset, and even the monks in the temple had to build a house outside to sleep, but anyone who dared to go in after sunset was counted as one, and all of them died in it..." The boss saw that Chen Jialuo and the fat man obviously showed disbelief, and immediately walked into the room, and took out a package after a while. After opening the package, there were several ancient books, he carefully turned the pages, pointed to the words inside, and said: "The ancestor is a scholar of the Ming Dynasty, and these are all notes written down back then." Chen Jialuo saw that this was indeed an antique from the Ming Dynasty, the pages were yellowed, and the text on it was simply handwritten rather than printed - this was a notebook of people at that time......... Seeing the two people exude a look of amazement, the boss was very satisfied, and then began to talk nonsense.

In this way, Chen Jialuo and Yang Shuo listened to this boss for an afternoon and got a belly full of old Beijing ghost stories, but after arriving at the bottom, they couldn't be sure whether the rumors of this Zhenguo Temple were true or false, it was getting late, and they could only decide to come back the next day.

The next day, although Chen Jialuo and the fat man had also come to Zhenguo Temple several times, it was the first time that they had searched carefully with the idea of looking for ghost stories. Chen Jialuo and the fat man pretended to be tourists, walking in this garden at will, but in their hearts they were calculating. "That's right...... We walked along the fence yesterday, and we also calculated the shoreline of the pond. Chen Jialuo opened an APP on the tablet in his hand, which is an approximate area calculator for complex terrain, he used the above step counting function to calculate the behavior just now, and then came to a conclusion that the area open to tourists only occupies half of the area enclosed by the wall. Then he saw the wall inside the temple, where there was an open door with a sign for tourists to stop—it was clear that this was where the monks lived. The two guys didn't notice and went in in a flash. There are not many monks in this temple, so there are actually not many monks' houses, Chen Jialuo can judge with the naked eye that the remaining half accounts for less than half of this at most, "That means that there is still a third of them that 'do not exist'!" However, the figure of the monk appeared in the courtyard, and the two guys had to leave the backyard quickly. (To be continued......)