Zhang County Ling said that he was not in agreement. He was feeling anxious, and suddenly remembered that before the abnormal change, Jin Niangzi had something to say.

He hurriedly sent county soldiers to find the Sun family. Something happened so suddenly that he almost forgot what he was doing.

"What do you want to say?"

Jin Niangzi will listen to the words of Chitose, and Zhang Ling's face suddenly changed.

Zhou Xianyi, this kid lied!

But the bracelet was lost, and he had no basis for it.

The most powerful physical evidence has been lost, how can he accuse Zhou Xianyi, and how can he find out the real cause of death of his daughter-in-law and granddaughter?

is as experienced as Zhang County, and in the face of the trouble in front of him, he can't help but feel numb.

Ah Mei was tightly protected by her mother, and although she was squeezed several times, it was fine. As the adults talked, she looked around.

Mrs. Jin noticed it and asked her, "What are you looking at?"

"My little brother is gone. Ah Mei pointed to a farthest and darkest corner, "He was there just now, and he has a beautiful sister." ”

Jin Niangzi glanced at it, and sure enough, she saw that the place where Yan Saburo was originally standing was empty.

But at this moment, Mrs. Jin didn't have time to think about it, so she retreated outside with the child in her arms. There are a lot of people here, and it's too dangerous to trample and fight with each other.

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As soon as Yinluxiang turned, Chitose patted Yan Saburo on the shoulder: "Let's go, let's take a look." ”

The ceremony on the rocky beach made her sleepy, and when a new excitement appeared, her spirits were lifted. At that moment, they slipped out along the periphery of the crowd, and immediately began to work lightly.

After a while, the exclamations, angry scolding, and shouting from behind were inaudible.

They followed the direction of the red smoke and had no problem identifying the direction. Yan Saburo looked up and saw countless red smoke drifting straight towards the direction of the Flower Temple: "Why did the Extreme Yin Land suddenly take effect?"

"That's a good point. Chitose rarely praised him. This kid's experience has grown rapidly, and he has figured out the reason for the turn of the red smoke so quickly, and has taken the first step to see through the essence of things and supernatural powers. "It didn't come into effect, but now it suddenly comes into effect, and of course there is only one reason. ”

"What?"

"What had been affecting it all along, now it was gone or moved. ”

Yan Saburo's first reaction was: "God of Flowers?"

Against the backdrop of the glass lamp, Chitose's eyes were also like glass, revealing a cold light: "Whether it is the god of flowers or not, we will soon know." ”

The two of them traveled very fast, almost running on the tops of trees and mountain tops. Soon, the outline of a building was visible in the darkness ahead.

This is not the way back to the village of Hongmo, but the Temple of Flowers.

Walking here, the red smoke floating in the air has become thin and rare. Chitose glanced back in the direction of Jushitan: "Probably the villagers ruined the requiem ritual. ”

The mutation is steep, and the people of Hongmo Village must be frightened, thinking that they have angered the flower god and want to stop the loss immediately.

It seems that there is another conflict on the mountain, and Yan Saburo frowned. For the sake of his own demands, the Zhangxian Decree must not allow the villagers to destroy the ceremony without authorization, and the Red Mill Valley has only been peaceful for one night, and now the two sides are going to fight again, right? But he didn't say anything, only said: "Let's go." ”

After a short time, the two walked outside the Flower Temple.

The temple is not big, but it is built extraordinarily magnificently, the big pillars, the birds, and the corners of the eaves are all depicted with red gold, not to mention the three big characters of "Flower Temple", even in the night, it is also the color of gold.

The devotion of the villagers to the god of flowers is just a small expression.

The temple door is often open all year round, Yan Saburo and Chitose glanced at each other, and Shi Shiran stepped through the main gate and walked in.

The entrance is a small atrium with a cloister of osmanthus trees, all of which are covered with golden flowers, and under which are planted epiphylla, pansies and cyclamen.

The colors are not appreciated at night, only the hexagonal lanterns hanging under the porch are a little colorful. In the side room by the door lived the temple keeper, who was napping on the table at this moment, unaware of the arrival of the two.

Yan Saburo passed by the atrium and walked into the small hall in front of him.

There is no difference between here and the land temple in Yicheng, an offering table, a few futons, but there are countless flowers, and there is still a dark fragrance at night.

Chitose sighed: "There is no statue?"

With the piety of the villagers, this small temple did not set up a statue of the god of flowers, but only offered a god card in the shrine, and there were only two gilded characters on it:

The god of flowers.

"Just two words, is it that simple?" This time, even Yan Saburo turned his head sideways, a little puzzled. But all the gods offered in the temple, most of them have a large number of mysterious pretitles, such as "True Virtue Zhengming", "Defu Mighty" and the like, this flower god is very low-key.

The prefix of the god card title has been added over the years. With the temperament of the local villagers, it is also incredible that they did not wear a high hat to the god of flowers.

Chitose was busy looking around: "The prefix is not the longer the better. Human words have the power of words, and the prefixes are too many and too long, and if the object of worship is not worthy of virtue, it will suffer. ”

Yan Saburo leaned over to inspect a pot of phlox, and asked, "Ordinary people know this truth?" In the early rainstorm, the flowers and plants in the atrium were blown by the wind and rain, and they have not yet eased their vitality. But the flowers and plants in this small hall are different, they are clustered, and they are as intense as midsummer.

"What do you say?"

Yan Saburo remembered the many dilapidated temples he had encountered along the way, as well as the long and long divine tablets with the names he occasionally glimpsed, so he shook his head: "That's what the people of Hongmo Village have been reminded of. ”

There was nothing to see in the temple, and even Chitose said that the wish power fluctuations that she had noticed earlier had disappeared, and it seemed that everything was business as usual.

But Yan Saburo knew that Red Mill Valley was not normal.

There was nothing to see in the hall, and the two of them came out and saw a tablet in the atrium. Although it was clean, it looked like it was some years old.

The inscription next to the temple is nothing more than a record of some trivial matters before and after the construction of the temple. Yan Saburo found that Chitose looked very attentively, and even stretched out his fingers and stroked it gently, with words in his mouth.

He could hear it clearly, Chitose was reciting the time when the temple of flowers was built.

It's been about 100 years since then.

The narrative of this inscription has the color of adding oil and vinegar, and there are many decorations, which are not as simple as what Zhou Dahu said to Chitose in his dream before. As mentioned above, the ancestors of Hongmo Village did not live here, but only went into the valley to collect medicine, and took a nap in the mountains and forests on the way.

Because the four or five people who entered the mountain together had the same dream, they also felt strange when they woke up, so according to the instructions of the god of flowers, they built a temple of flowers in the "water dragon's eye" in the valley, and transformed the deep pool here into a pond of the god of flowers, and then planted the first needle flower by the pool.

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