“...... Things are extraordinary, people are mortals, I can't use them, and the gods treat them...... My friend said that there is no fate in the world, or it is not destined to ......"

Shanting Layman's words are roughly that the things Xu Yanxia gave him are not ordinary things, he is just a mortal, and he can only be worshiped as an immortal god without that fate.

That's a bit of a clever one.

The author and Xu Yanxia are good friends, and the so-called gift was also specially given to him, why can't he use it?

Lu Xuan roughly skimmed this volume of miscellaneous notes before, and he also saw it, but he understood that because the author of the mountain pavilion was old and had little time, so he didn't use it, and now it seems that there is another ingenuity.

In addition, the phrase "treated by immortals" also has a bit of connotation.

If it was placed somewhere else, Lu Xuan wouldn't think much about it, but what he needed to know was that the author Shanting monk himself was the temple of the river temple, and he himself was dedicated to the river god, so at first glance, the meaning of this metaphor is debatable.

Thinking of this, Lu Xuan glanced thoughtfully in the direction of the temple.

If the monks of the mountain pavilion want to offer the things given by Xu Yanxia, where is there a more suitable place than the River God Temple?

Thinking like this, Lu Xuan felt a little moved in his heart.

He looked at the sky outside, it was already dark, and he could vaguely see the moonlight, and it was about the time to come.

The old temple must have slept, even if he didn't fall asleep, it didn't matter, with Lu Xuanxiu, he didn't want ordinary people to find out, and not many people could hear the movement he made.

So he did not hesitate, carefully put away the scrolls, carried the oil lamp, and walked out of the hut.

It was silent in the middle of the night, and the sound of the door opening was a little obvious, but Lu Xuan listened carefully for a while, but he could hear the snoring of the old temple and shook his head.

Carrying the oil lamp, Lu Xuan's footsteps were brisk, and he walked towards the temple in a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in the main hall.

The temple was already dim, and now it is even more difficult to see a glimmer of light.

Lu Xuan carried the oil lamp and entered, and for a while, the dim light illuminated the layout in the temple.

The Quartet was silent and somewhat depressing.

At the top is a statue of a river god.

The god is like a young girl, stepping on a big clam shell under her feet, her right hand is on it, twisting a wooden hairpin, and her left hand is slightly supported, and her posture and movements are quite graceful.

It's a pity that the idol has been in disrepair for a long time, and it can't be well maintained, and now the color has receded and is mottled. The wooden body has a lot of cracks, and it is no longer easy to see what it originally looked like.

In front of the statue is an incense case, except for a small incense burner, and a thick layer of dust, there is nothing strange about it, the old temple wishes that the day is not good, and there is nothing to worship for a long time, so it is not strange.

Lu Xuan looked carefully through the faint light of the oil lamp, and did not find anything wrong, and walked around the temple, but he didn't see anything unusual.

So most of the attention was paid to the idol.

This temple is not big, and if there is a place where there is a secret most likely, it can only be the statue itself.

It's just that he carried an oil lamp and illuminated the whole body of the girl statue thoroughly, but found that the entire wood carving was integrated, and the base below was also very strong.

Tapping lightly, it is the sound feedback of the solid wood.

Lu Xuan couldn't help frowning...... However, after thinking about it carefully, I also thought that something was wrong, the mountain pavilion monk itself was the temple blessing of this temple, that is, the existence of the temple was before the mountain pavilion monk, and this idol should naturally be before him.

In this case, the idol itself is completely integrated, and it is difficult for the monks of the mountain pavilion to hide anything inside unless they destroy the idol itself.

But he is a temple blessing, no matter how you think about it, you know that he will not act like this.

Thinking like this, Lu Xuan focused his attention on some parts of the upper and lower parts of the idol that were easy to hide things.

After his gaze swept over the body of the girl statue, Lu Xuan finally looked at the wooden hairpin that the statue was holding in his right hand.

It seemed that the wooden hairpin seemed to be integrated with the idol itself, and there was nothing unusual in the darkness, but when Lu Xuan observed with some purposes, he still found something wrong.

Because of the long time and the fact that the statue has not been well maintained, it is mottled and very dull.

The traces of the years are very heavy, and at a glance you can see that there are many years of objects, but the wooden hairpin in the hand of the girl statue, although the color is not very conspicuous, but under the light, if you look closely, you can find that there are not many traces of the years of wearing.

It's just that because the color itself is slightly darker, there is some effect of absorbing light color, and the style is also simple and not too eye-catching, so it is difficult to find the difference without looking carefully.

Sensing this, Lu Xuan's heart fluctuated slightly.

He quietly came to the temple, just to find the thing left by the monk of the mountain pavilion, now this wooden hairpin may be a little possible, where would he hesitate more?

"It's rude!"

Looking at the dim hairpin, Lu Xuan groaned slightly, and the chief confessed to the statue, then lightly jumped on the incense case and stood near the statue of the girl.

His body is relatively tall, but the statue of the girl god is only five feet tall, and his body is slender, although he is supported by a clam shell statue under his feet, he is only level with Lu Xuan standing on the incense case.

The wooden hairpin in the hand of the girl god statue was facing Lu Xuan's chest, no more than a fist away from him.

The target may be in front of him, and it is inevitable that he will have some anticipation, but he is not in a hurry to touch it, but raises the oil lamp, observes it again, and finds that the details he noticed before are not illusions, so he sweeps it on his sleeve and touches it.

As soon as he made contact, a trace of surprise rose in Lu Xuan's heart.

Although he had already seen that there was something unusual about this wooden hairpin, Lu Xuan still didn't expect that he would feel its extraordinaryness so quickly.

After a gentle touch, the fingertips felt a slight coolness.

Even Lu Xuan subconsciously withdrew his hand, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he stroked it again.

At this time, the fingers gently swept the body of the wooden hairpin, and I could feel that the wooden hairpin body was extremely smooth, it looked like wood, but there was a texture of gold and iron, and I didn't have to feel how to experience it, and I could easily detect the difference, but there was no dead silence of gold and iron.

The wooden hairpin is so wonderful, and it also confirms Lu Xuan's guess in his heart.

If there is no accident, this wooden hairpin is very likely to be a gift from Xu Yanxia to the monks of the mountain pavilion, or even if it is not, I am afraid that it also contains a lot of stories, and there are some mysteries.

Thinking like this, Lu Xuan wanted to take off the wooden hairpin.

However, just as he twitched carefully, testing whether he could pull the wooden hairpin out of the girl's hand without affecting the idol.

Sudden mutation!