"Since the scandal committed by the former headmaster, Da Ku Taoist, the popularity of this temple has gradually become less and less popular. I heard that many officials in the city have suffered disasters. If Da Ku Taoist had not formed some good relationships when he was young,

If I know a big shot, I'm afraid even this foundation will be lost!"

A few months later.

The grass and trees on both sides of the mountain road are intertwined like a canopy. On the bluestone path that is as winding as a mud snake, Baizhu climbed up the steps step by step, his big sleeves fluttering. A few steps in front of him, another voice came:

"Young master, look down and see that the good land under your feet is all paved with big rocks. It's so luxurious! If it weren't for the Great Ku Taoist, we would all have to walk on muddy ground now."

The dark-faced, strong mountain man smiled innocently, with wrinkles on his forehead stretching out in layers. The young man wearing a gray-white short-sleeved shirt and rolled up his trouser legs scratched his neck and continued to talk as if he couldn't stop talking:

"Since the incense in Guanli has declined, those of us who live at the foot of the mountain have lost a lot of money to make a living. When I was a child, my mother was still there. When there was a meeting in Guanli, I randomly found some villagers to set up a stall at the foot of the mountain and sell some tea.

, the money obtained from this is enough to feed the whole family of five for several months! If Taoist Taoist Da Ku had not committed an offense..."

The mountain man sighed and shook his head heavily.

"I won't hide anything from you, sir, I——"

"When we are doing something in Guanli, will everyone around here come?" Baizhu, whose ears were almost calloused as he listened to the chatter of the mountain people, couldn't help but raise his hand and interrupted his unfinished thoughts: "Before it declined, this temple seemed to have a lot of incense.

Prosperous?"

"How can that be a prosperous word?"

The mountain people shouted and patted their chests, looking proud and proud:

"It's even more noisy than running out to communes in eight villages. My cousin is from Jiannan Road, but even he has heard of the name of this temple! Da Ku Taoist has a good temper and speaks good scriptures. Alas, if

It’s not the great Taoist who committed a scandal..."

The words stopped abruptly.

It was not that he was interrupted, but that the mountain people suddenly stopped talking.

He looked eagerly at Baizhu, like a fish eager to bite the hook, just hoping that Baizhu would pick up the conversation.

etc!

How boring you are!

"...The Great Ku Taoist." Faced with the expectant gazes of the mountain people, Bai Shu said helplessly: "What scandal has he committed?"

"Rebellion! Rebellion by killing officials!" The mountain man lowered his voice deliberately. He looked around and saw that there were only two of them on the mountain road, so he spoke cautiously:

"The Taoist Taoist Da Ku killed several high-ranking officials, not even one of them was spared!"

The mountain man's tone was filled with inexplicable forlornness and fear. He shivered and shrank his neck, as if he was afraid of the souls and blood of those decades ago: "They are all dead, even the county magistrate and Mr. Wang Dashan are dead, and their heads are all dead."

not see!"

"oh."

"Ah?" The excited mountain man was stunned, as if he was hurt by Baizhu's reaction. He opened his mouth blankly, and then said in confusion: "Ah?"

"You are a man who kills officials and rebels!"

In order not to disappoint the mountain people too much, Bai Zhu thought for a moment and gave a thumbs up:

"Heroic man! Real——"

"How can you rebel?! That's a minister, a traitor!" The mountain man jumped up in fright. He howled and then covered his mouth hastily. His voice came out frantically word by word through the gaps between his teeth:

"Oh, this is a crime of beheading! Master, please don't tease me, I'm scaring you to death!"

"Chen." Bai Shu suppressed his laughter, changed his words from Shan Ruliu, and lowered his thumb: "He is a traitor."

The young mountain man grumbled in his throat. He patted his chest and laughed innocently again.

The forest breeze is solemn and solemn, and it has a refreshing and solemn atmosphere. The mountains are green and green. Even the clouds on the mountainside are dyed with the green color of the forest, adding a bit of vitality.

"I remember that when my mother was still alive, there was a big tree here, but it was later cut down by Wang Xiaoer's family to make a coffin."

After half a stick of incense was gone, the mountain man, who was still in shock just now, cleared his throat and couldn't hold back his loneliness again:

"Well, if Taoist Taoist Da Ku hadn't committed something scandalous, we..."

Coming, coming.

here we go again.

Baizhu, who was walking on the steps, raised his hand slightly to block the light that shone into his eyes. At this time, he suddenly felt regretful.

I should have known earlier.

Just followed Shen Zhen and the others away...

"You are stronger than an iron pillar."

Bai Shu silently glanced at the mountain people who were immersed in their own world, unable to extricate themselves, and sighed in his heart:

"You must have never been beaten when you were a child, right?"

…

…

After about half a stick of incense, we finally reached the top of the mountain. What came into view was a grand and ancient ancient temple.

The color is vermilion, and several large pillars hugged by three or four people work together to support the dome. The dim green tiles are densely packed, like the scales on a fish. It quietly bathes in the light without making a sound, and countless gray tiles float silently in the light. , adding a bit of solemnity to this sparsely populated ancient building.

There is no incense and no pilgrims.

Deserted.

Exceptionally deserted.

Only the wide bluestone square and faded columns in front of us slightly reveal the prosperity of this ancient temple before it fell into ruin.

Bai Shu raised his head, and the big characters on the plaque shone brightly in the light, making it dazzling.

Qianyuan God Temple.

In this temple, God Qianyuan is enshrined, a deity named Zichen Gaoxu Qianyuan God Taojun.

"Is there really Qianyuan in this world? It's not false..."

Baizhu pressed his hand against the slightly beating sun, his eyes slightly focused.

It is Dao Qian and Dao Yuan!

A few months ago, this murmur that suddenly came to his mind made him feel extremely familiar and cordial.

At first, I just tried it casually and randomly, and if it works, then forget it.

But he didn't expect that outside the barren mountains of this small town in Western Chu, in this world.

Actually.

There really is a Qianyuan...

"Thank you for leading the way."

Bai Zhu took out the money and handed it to the mountain man standing not far away: "Do you want to come in and burn incense?"

"After the Great Miserable Taoist committed a scandal, all the descendants in this temple have almost disappeared, so there is no incense left."

The mountain man carefully took the money, put it in his pocket and hid it securely, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "Master, someone has finally died here and committed an unknown crime. I advise you to just come and have a look, but don't use incense, in case you cause trouble." The gentlemen in the city are unhappy, even if you are a foreigner, you are not easy to please!"

"It's okay."

Bai Shu smiled slightly and said goodbye to the mountain people. The shadows of the mountain people jumped up and down and soon disappeared from the end of the field of vision.

He turned around and just stepped inside, when suddenly there was a sound of wind in his ears.

Snap!

Baizhu opened his five fingers to hold the thrown jelly beans and tilted them slightly.

Like a curtain being torn apart, the shape of a dharma chariot was revealed in the sky, surrounded by thousands of golden flowers, filled with clear energy and brilliant light.

Su Heng smiled and made a face at Bai Shu, put his hands on his hips and shouted: "Why don't you go up the mountain with your bare hands and insist on walking? I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Because I'm afraid you might start a fight."

Bai Shu turned his head and saw that besides Su Heng's cloud chariot, there were two other chariots, running on the left and right, like the distinct Jing and Wei rivers, each of which did not interfere with the other.

Twenty-four Chijiaos pulled one side of the Guanghan Palace, baring their teeth and dancing their claws. Shen Zhen, wearing an immortal skirt, held the Immortal Killing Gourd, with gentle eyebrows.

At the other end, the immeasurable Tai Shen Shui merges into a tower. In the tower, Luo Chan is as beautiful as a flower and shines brightly.

The divine glow lingers, the light is gorgeous, like a rainbow falling into the world, endless splendor and splendor.

If the vision of this three-dimensional carriage had not been deliberately suppressed so that it could not be seen by ordinary people, I am afraid that this place would soon become a place of pilgrimage, attracting supernatural beings, and attracting people and monks from several states in Western Chu to come and kowtow and pay homage. .

"Shen Zhen and Luo Chan just had another argument. If it weren't for me, they would have almost started fighting!"

Su Heng quietly communicated with Baizhu, his face full of pride, please praise me, please praise me,

"Am I awesome? Am I awesome? Am I super awesome!"

"Fighting again?"

"yes!"
To be continued...