At the main entrance of Tianmenguan Scenic Area, there is indeed a magnificent feeling. Unfortunately, the artificially built gate makes people feel a little out of the way.

Fortunately, we have good physical fitness. Although the fat man still has not lost weight after practicing Taoism, his physical fitness has indeed improved several times.

Putting aside the traces of artificial construction after becoming a scenic spot, Tianmen Pass is actually very good. Especially under the fog, it adds a bit of mystery and silence.

He Yixuan looked up at the towering mountain wall and sighed: "Tianmen Pass has a long history. It is said that Yang Yan, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, was demoted to the Sima of Yazhou. When he passed Tianmen Pass, he wrote a poem saying: "You go thousands of miles and know thousands of miles and don't return. Where is Yazhou? You are alive to pass the Ghost Pass."

Wu Yue sneered, not to be outdone, looked at me and said softly: "This pass was famous back then. The Tang Dynasty poet Chen Quanqi, the Song Dynasty poet Su Dongpo, and the Ming Dynasty Xu Xiake all wrote poems that lamented this pass."

Damn, do these two women want to compete to see who is knowledgeable? Fortunately, my brother had checked the information about the Gate of Hell before he set off, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

The three of us met these two girls and walked around the artificially developed tourist attractions. Fortunately, we could barely see the terrain and mountain trends clearly on the mountain. Unfortunately, we did not see any mountain ranges similar to Jibao Mountain in the entire scenic area trail.

As time gets late, the temperature at the gate of hell is falling. I feel a little anxious and wish I can get rid of these two women, especially Wu Yue, and then go find Xiao Yuwei's whereabouts.

Unfortunately, they pulled us three to tide until the sunset was setting before they finished. What was beyond the reach of the whole gate of hell was even more special.

"Let's go back!" It was almost dark, and a few tourists returned one after another. The three of us followed He Yixuan and Wu Yue and boarded the return bus. He Yixuan thoughtful when he saw that we were not in high spirits. I suddenly became a little alert. This woman was very smart. What's more important is that she seemed to know us better than Wu Yue, and she might have guessed something from our perfunctory attitude.

The bus is a luxury minibus with twenty or thirty tourists on it. It seems that there are five teams. Except for the few of us who are silent, the other four teams are very lively. Some say it is worth it, and some say it is nothing good to look at and waste time.

"All gates of hell are fake, but they are just special mountain scenery, and they have nothing to do with those existing ones!"

A young man sitting in the front row of us sneered and disagreed.

"nonsense!"

Unexpectedly, the old man beside him looked dark, scolded him, and said in awe: "Do you know where this is?"

The old man pointed his hand out the window, and almost most of the tourists saw it curiously.

I felt a little annoyed. It was noon outside and we were left by the taxi driver.

"Where is this? Isn't this the scope of Tianmen Mountain? What's so strange about it?" The young man curled his lips and looked at the desolate hillside outside and the dilapidated sidewalk, and even more disdainful.

I was secretly funny. I saw this big brother not interested in this kind of scenic spot. I thought it was forced to be pulled by my family, and I looked reluctant.

"Haha." The old man suddenly laughed strangely, his laughter was very cunning, and many people frowned and looked at him.

"Damn it, it's scary?" The fat man was speechless. It was almost dark now. The place was desolate, and the old man was still making such laughter, which was terrifying.

"Grandpa, why are you laughing at?" The young man looked at his grandfather with an ugly face, his face full of inexplicableness.

"Yes, this is indeed in the area of ​​Tianmen Mountain." The old man's tone changed again, making him look like a ghost, but it is obviously not. There are not many ghosts in this world that can be silently under my grandfather's eyes and I. It's fine. My grandfather's strength is probably the legendary ghost king, and he will not be able to completely deceive him.

"Do you know there is another name in Tianmen Pass?" The hoarse voice made people's hair stand upside down.

"Gate of Hell? Who doesn't know? Isn't it just an ancient name? What's so strange?" The young man disagreed.

"No, haha, the gates of hell." The old man's voice became lower and lower, and I don't know if he was deliberately trying to make himself special.

"The two peaks confront each other here, and the narrowest part is closed, with no more than thirty steps apart. The environment here is humid, miasma breeds, and there are many mosquitoes, rats and ants. It is said that every night, the entire gate of ghost will be covered by white fog of unknown origin, and the mountains and fields are filled with crows and birds cry out."

Damn!

Not to mention that young man, even Fatty, and He Yixuan, both of me and I had goose bumps.

Did this old man deliberately want to scare people to death? He used this strange voice to make these legends speechless.

"Grandpa, don't scare people." The young man who had disdained the gate of hell shuddered violently, his face turned pale, and he forced a dry smile: "These are just Liao Chuan. There is no real gate of hell in this world. Those are myths and legends, and they are just stories made up by superstitious elements who confusing people's hearts."

The young man didn't know whether to convince his grandfather or to comfort himself, he spoke louder and louder. In the end, he even looked righteous and even looked at his grandfather with a little contempt.

"Talent!" The fat man gave a thumbs up and smiled at the young man: "Brother, you are so eloquent that you don't give a speech, it's really a waste of talent!"

"I have this meaning, I want to develop here." The young man looked modest on the surface, but actually touched his head proudly, looking at the fat man's eyes full of favor. That look, like meeting a confidant in life, He Yixuan couldn't help laughing and burst out laughing.

"Silly hat!" Wu Yue sneered disdainfully.

I found out. This woman seemed to have not taken anyone else seriously except for accidents.

"Shut up!" The old man suddenly got angry, his face turned green with anger. He slapped his grandson hard, blinded the boy, and looked at his grandfather in disbelief.

"Apologize to all the ghost messengers and Lord Huang Quan!"

The old man is very serious.

I looked at Grandpa in wonder. I could understand that Ghost Sergeant, but Lord Huangquan, what the hell is? Why have I never heard of it?

Grandpa frowned and shook his head at me, with a serious expression. I was moved and secretly guessed in my heart whether my grandpa felt something. Then he stretched out his head and looked at the gate of hell that was getting farther and farther away. Since the sky was not dark, he didn't see any strange white fog.

The whole car looked at the grandfather and grandson silently, confused.

The young man was forced to apologize to the air outside the car window, and looked at the old man with grievance.
Chapter completed!