Zhan Ranming is sincere

Mo Mingwu and the two of them stayed overnight in the forest, and arrived at a small town near Phoenix Mountain around noon the next day.They found a decent restaurant and sat down and ordered two cups of local sweet-scented osmanthus wine, shortbread, eight-treasure tofu, Longjing bamboo fungus, beggar chicken and three bowls of Yangchun noodles.

The waiter saw that the three guests were handsome and could be regarded as dragons and phoenixes among men, so he graciously wiped the table and poured wine, and also sent an extra plate of peanuts.

"The three young masters are full of travel and dust, do they come from other places? We have beautiful mountains and rivers, beautiful wine and beautiful people. The three young masters have to stay for a few more days!" , the waiter in the shop smiled and talked to the modest young man Mo Mingwu sitting in the middle, "Guest officer, Lin'an City is in front of this, built on the hillside, and there is a Buddhist temple and pagoda next to the West Lake in Lin'an City. It is very spectacular. There are silk shops, pawn shops, rouge and gouache shops, inns, restaurants, noodle shops, tea houses, brothels, and merchants gather in the city, which is very prosperous."

Mo Mingwu smiled slightly: "Second brother is very eloquent!" He took out a piece of broken silver and put it in front of him, "Tell me how many temples there are in Lin'an City."

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" The shop waiter nodded like a pounding garlic, with the corners of his mouth grinning to the roots of his ears, "People in Lin'an City have a custom of burning 'Eight Temple Incense'. This 'Eight Temple Incense' can be burned extra There are two kinds of incense in the temple and the inner eight temples. To burn incense in the eight outer temples, that is, on the eighth day of April every year, go to Zhaoqing Temple, Fenglin Temple, Yunlin Temple, Jingci Temple, Haichao Temple, Dinghui Temple, Dafo Temple, and Qinglian Temple Burning incense. Burning incense in the eight temples of Liba is to burn incense at Dingxiang Temple, Huazang Temple, Xiangfu Temple, Bailianhua Temple, Baiyi Temple, □□ Temple, Yongfu Temple, and Tianchang Temple on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. These temples are Lin’an Great temples in and around the city."

"Then what kind of Buddhas are worshiped in the eight temples?" Mo Mingwu asked while eating peanuts.

"These temples offer offerings to the Four Heavenly Kings and the Eighteen Bodhisattvas! Every incense meeting, the temple is filled with cigarettes, and there are many vendors outside the temple. These good men and women have to burn the incense in eight temples on the same day. Therefore, it is commonly known as the 'Catching Eight Temples'."

Fan Tongzi's mouth was full of beggar chicken: "Sounds all right!"

The shop boy, the second monk, was puzzled: "Is there any question?"

Mo Mingwu said: "It's nothing. Tell me, where are the temples with very few pilgrims? Especially the temples where strange things happened."

"This..." The waiter glanced around, and whispered with his mouth closed, "There are temples where strange things happened, and it happened many years ago. I heard the shopkeeper say it after he got drunk. The shopkeeper of my house is an authentic Lin'an person. He was born in Lin'an for generations and grew up in Lin'an. When his grandfather was in his generation, there was a ruined temple on Shilipo in the suburbs of Lin'an. There used to be only a few beggars staying there, but for some reason. , for a while, the little beggars inside were dead and crazy, and they all said that there were ghosts in the temple, so no one went there. After a while, it was abandoned for decades, and the ruined temple was gradually neglected... "

Fan boy was listening intently with his ears upright, when he heard the silence, he urged, "And then? What ghosts are there in the temple?"

Seeing his beautiful peach eyes, the waiter in the shop blushed: "This... I don't even know..."

Mo Mingwu asked: "Since someone died in the ruined temple in Shilipo on the outskirts of the city, there will be some rumors in Lin'an City. There should be people who are skilled in Lin'an City. Why is no one caring?"

"Guest officer, you are right! In the city of Lin'an, there used to be a Xiao family village with a large family business. The family had a hundred acres of fertile land and [-] to [-] rice farms in cloth villages. Master Xiao had two sons, the eldest son Xiao Nan. Feng was sent to Huayan School to learn martial arts since he was a child, and Xiao Mingxuan, the second son, was sent to Taiyi Mountain to worship under the Taoist sect when he was young. When the second son of Xiao came back from his studies, he learned about these ghost stories, and immediately broke into the ruined temple in Shilipo alone!" With a look of fear on his face, he paused.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Boy Fan was impatient, and took two consecutive shots of the wine table.

"I heard that the second son Xiao hadn't been seen for several days. The Xiao family sent about twenty servants to search Shilipo, but they couldn't find a piece of clothing. Until a month later, someone was walking across Shilipo. Seeing the remains of severed limbs in a cemetery on a mountain, they picked up a jade pendant engraved with the word Xiao that had fallen aside, and then went to the Xiao family to identify the corpse. The Xiao family went to collect the corpse and hold a funeral. It was so hastily settled. The Xiao family is rich and powerful, and we ordinary people dare not talk about it in private."

Mo Mingwu: "Isn't the eldest son of the Xiao family a disciple of Huayan Sect? Why didn't he avenge his brother?"

The shop waiter: "This is the strange place. After the funeral of young master Xiao was finished, the Xiao family dismissed all the servants overnight, and moved the whole family southward, away from Lin'an City."

Mo Mingwu and Feng Lingze secretly exchanged glances.

Fan boy: "This ruined temple is very evil! Even a little Taoist priest of the Taoist sect can't break it! Xiaoer, how do I get to this ruined temple?"

The shop waiter was dumbfounded: "Guest officer, you can't do this! This is not a joke! It will kill you!"

Boy Fan opened his eyes wide and scolded: "What? You look down on me, don't you? Do you know who I am?"

"This... forgive me for being stupid... I don't know the true colors of heroes." The waiter kept wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Mo Mingwu threw out another piece of silver: "Little brother, tell us the location of the ruined temple on Shilipo, so we can avoid it."

Shop waiter: "Oh! That's it! That's it! Walk twenty miles from the north gate of Lin'an City, there is a small slope, and behind the forest is the small dilapidated temple. If you go around far away, it is generally not Something will happen."

Mo Mingwu: "Thank you."

"Okay, sir, please use it slowly. The little one is going down." The shop clerk threw the rag over his shoulder, happily took the tip and walked away.

Boy Fan looked at the two of them, lowered his voice and said, "What do you two say? Are you going to explore tonight?"

Mo Mingwu nodded and said: "Well, the next step is to go to the city and find an inn to rest. When it's midnight, when the yang fades and the yin grows, when the yin and yang change, go explore Shilipo."

Feng Lingze also nodded, then took out the silver and settled the bill.The three set off for Lin'an City.

They found an inn by the lakeside of West Lake, and asked for three upper rooms next to each other upstairs.Feng Lingze lives in the middle room.After the three of them took a short rest, they planned to go separately to the eight temples outside Lin'an City to inquire about news.

Fan boy asked as he walked, "Why do we still have to go to the eight temples in the outer eight temples to inquire about it?"

Mo Mingwu: "Don't you think it's strange? Leaving aside the beggar who died in the ruined temple, the second son died in Xiaojiazhuang. This series of murders is so strange. Why don't there be masters in the sixteen big temples in Lin'an City to uphold justice? Soothe people?"

Boy Fan: "Needless to say, the cultivation level of the abbots of these temples is too low. Can't afford to fight or hide? But Lin'an City is so big that it doesn't even have a capable monk. It's really laughing at me." !"

Mo Mingwu smiled and said: "You are right. If you can't afford it, just hide."

"Huh? I guessed it right?" Boy Fan couldn't help congratulating himself on getting smarter.

Feng Lingze: "After these decades of nurturing, the evil spirits have become stronger and stronger, so strong that they broke through the seal and appeared in the world."

Mo Mingwu looked at him with extremely gentle eyes: "It is likely that he has found a suitable cauldron."

Feng Lingze: "It's so strong that it threatens monks who are not good enough."

Mo Mingwu: "That's why no monk dares to stand out."

After hearing the conversation between the two, Fan Boy raised his head and stopped him: "Stop it! What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

Mo Mingwu patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's just our guess, and it's nothing. You go to the East Market, and we head to the West Market. We will meet at the inn at night."

Fan boy looked unhappy: "Why do you two go together and I am alone? What should I do if I encounter danger?"

Mo Mingwu comforted him and said: "Baby Fan, how many people in this world can threaten you with your abilities alone? I want to protect Senior Feng's personal safety. What about you, call your bird friend when you are in danger?" Wouldn't it be good to send me a message?"

Boy Fan thought for a while and found it quite reasonable, he smiled and waved goodbye: "You are right! I will take a step first!"

When Brahma Boy was far away, Mo Mingwu took out two bright yellow talismans from his arms and handed them to Feng Lingze, "This is the evil-repelling talisman I drew."

Feng Lingze reached out to take it, and said, "You like to tease him very much."

Mo Mingwu laughed: "He has a single-brained mind and can't turn a corner. He's shameless, it's nothing!"

A slight smile appeared in Feng Lingze's cold eyes: "Not as good as someone."

Mo Mingwu: "Who are you talking about?"

Feng Lingze didn't speak, and walked straight to Zhaoqing Temple in West Market.Mo Mingwu hurried to catch up and walked side by side with him.

After several hours.As night fell, Boy Fan returned to the Linhu Inn, and pushed open the door of Mo Mingwu's room: "Mingming! Little Mingming!"

Mo Mingwuzheng sat at the table with his head propped up and poured himself a drink. He changed into a black arrow-sleeve dress with gold thread, like a sharp sword.

Boy Fan sat casually beside him, poured himself a glass and drank it: "Good wine! Excitement! You're so fast, you're done with the bath? Do you like being clean so much now, kid?"

Mo Mingwu asked him: "Did you find out anything?"

Fan boy: "No. The young monks faltered and mumbled their questions, and the seniors also pretended to be deaf and dumb and refused to say anything."

Mo Mingwu: "I was thinking, as you, you can ask something about things."

Fan boy: "Huh? Few monks in the Central Plains recognize me, right?"

Mo Mingwu: "Couldn't one of the abbot hosts recognize you?"

Fan boy: "Hey, you guessed it right! An old monk really recognized my identity. I asked him about the ruined temple, and he said that his master once took several capable disciples to the ruined temple. I checked it, but found nothing, so the matter was exposed like this.”

Mo Mingwu: "When did you check?"

Fan Boy: "Not long after Second Young Master Xiao was killed."

Mo Mingwu bowed his head in thought: "It really is."

Fan boy: "What do you mean? Could it be that the ghosts in the temple have been eliminated by someone?"

Mo Mingwu: "It wasn't removed, but it left on its own."

"Oh, I understand. Today you told Senior Feng that the evil spirit has broken through the seal and found its host, so it doesn't need to hide in the Buddha statue, it escaped on its own!" Boy Fan suddenly realized.

"Flower Peacock has finally awakened." Mo Mingwu teased.

Fan boy: "Hey, hey! If you don't laugh someday, will I die? I was praised by all the eminent monks in the Brahma Temple for my intelligence. Why am I being led by the nose like an idiot here? ? How does this make sense?"

"Go take a shower and sleep for a while. We will leave at midnight." Mo Mingwu smiled faintly.

Fan boy: "You have to save some of that wine for me! I want to drink more!"

Mo Mingwu: "Okay! I'll take it with you in a wine gourd at night."

"That's true!" Boy Fan stood up and left to go back to his room.

Mo Mingwu finished drinking the wine on the table, went around the screen, went to the bed and lay down, with his hands behind his head, his right foot dangling on the curved left foot.

At this moment, the feeling of alcohol is strong, and the drowsiness slowly hits me.

Rarely had a dream.In the dream, he was still young, and he hadn't joined the Taoist sect of Mount Taiyi yet.

That year he was still living in Yanxi Village, a small backward village in the south of the Yangtze River.His father had died early, and he had been living alone since he was six years old. Aunt Chen next door pitied him for having no father or mother, and was lonely. She always quietly helped him with the leftover rice porridge at home.When he was a child, he couldn't use his yin and yang eyes freely, and he often saw sneaky ghosts that ordinary people couldn't see, and sometimes he would speak alone to a corner where no one was around.The villagers thought he was a fool, and the children in the village laughed at him and threw stones on his head and body.

When he was eight years old, he was chased by wild dogs in the village and ran to a hillside behind the village. Shocked and frightened, he accidentally rolled down the hill.

At night, he woke up with pain all over his body, his head was dizzy, his eyes seemed to be burning and hot, and his body seemed to be falling apart, unable to move at all.His vision became more and more blurred, and there was silence in his ears. He was desperate, thinking that he would definitely die now.

Lying in the mountain forest all night, he finally lost consciousness and passed out.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a rustling sound in his ears. When he woke up, he subconsciously wanted to touch a stone from his side to defend himself, but found that his eyes were pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

"Are you awake?" Only then did he realize that there was a man sitting next to him. His voice was low and sweet, even if it was a little cold, it was undoubtedly the sound of nature to him.

Mo Mingwu grabbed the man's sleeve tightly and begged, "Please save me! I don't want to die!"

"These eyes make you so miserable, do you still want to live?" The strange man said indifferently.

"Yes! I want to live! I want to live! These eyes were given to me by my parents. No matter how much pain they bring me, I will always be grateful!" He suddenly found some strength and struggled to sit up. Feeling the severe pain, he lay down again, "Hiss... hiss..."

"Your viscera are severely damaged, and your muscles and bones are broken. However, your will to survive is extremely strong, and I can save you even if you are only half breathed."

"Thank you benefactor! Mo Ming Wujie holds the ring, this kindness must be repaid!"

The man saw that Mo Mingwu was so old-fashioned at such a young age, he smiled slightly: "You lie down. I will give you medicine."

Mo Mingwu: "Yes!"

He was stripped of his clothes by the man, and lay naked on the stone bed.The blood was wiped off gently with a damp cloth.The pain made him grin his teeth, but he tried his best not to cry out.After a while, a layer of mint-flavored ointment was applied from head to toe, which was cool and refreshing, and the pain just now was relieved a lot.The man pricked him with dozens of silver needles from head to toe, and the needles were painful and numb.He gritted his teeth and endured it for a long time before falling asleep again.

When he woke up the next day, he realized that his whole body was tightly wrapped in cloth strips and he couldn't move, so he could only whine.

The man held him down and said, "Don't move. My medicine will take effect within ten days, and you will be able to sit up by then. During this time, you will lie in this cave, and I will collect herbs for your eyes. I'll be back in a day."

"Woooooooo..."

"You will be able to move your hands in two days, and some fruits from the forest will be placed beside you to feed you."

"Woooo."

"I'm leaving." The man's footsteps went further and further away.

"Don't go!" Mo Mingwu sat up startled from his dream, gasping for breath.He reached out to hold his forehead, his eyes became extremely dark and bright.

There was a knock on the door, and Mo Mingwu seemed to be enlightened instantly, and the blood flowed backwards all over his body.He took a deep breath and recited the meditation mantra before going out and opening the door: "What time is it?"

Feng Lingze and Fan Tongzi stood at the door together, one with a silver frost sword on his back, and the other with a jade flute in his hand.

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Today is the fourth.

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