Chapter 589 Leopard Ridge

Yang Yingcheng checked the map given by the proprietress.

After searching for a long time, I finally confirmed it.

It's really not far from the border here.

After a long time, Zhuge Murong replied hesitantly: "Baobao Ridge."

This should be Leopard Ridge.

The border is getting closer.

You should find your way home soon.

Regardless of the name or the actual situation, not a three-year-old child can guess it. There must be many leopards here that are the same as those in the distance. No wonder Zhuge Murong is so afraid.

Several people remained silent, only hearing howls coming from an unknown direction.

Zhuge Murong looked at Li Mu tremblingly: "Senior brother, I'm afraid."

Li Mu was stunned for a moment.

After waiting for a while, the leopard disappeared.

Everyone didn't know, and the two leopards didn't know when they disappeared.

Li Mu yawned and continued walking forward.

After about ten minutes, I came to the temple in the mountain.

Looking at the surrounding environment, it is lively if it is barren, but it is shabby if it is lively.

The place is very large, but the road surface is uneven, there are sand and stones, but you can see many people who come to offer incense.

People's clothes are simple and disheveled, even a little dirty.

There are oil stains, there is lime, and various pigments are mixed together.

Li Mu and Feng Jiajia stretched their waists one by one, looking tired, it was the result of not having a good rest last night.

Feng Jiajia glanced at Zhuge Murong who had no expression on his face: "You worked hard last night."

Zhuge Murong remained silent.

Seeing the surrounding environment in their eyes, they immediately felt a sense of majesty.

This is a fairyland on earth.

They finally realized why the ancient poets were willing to live in seclusion in the mountains.

But the scenery in front of me is more beautiful and heroic than the Three Gorges.

The river water is so clear, the towering mountains have no trace of yellowing,

And looking at the road they have traveled, there is a green encirclement every ten meters, one ring after another, and when they reach the end, the innermost ring, they realize that the area only ten meters away is wide.

Although bleak, it is not desolate.

The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.

They get it.

There are the sounds of apes and birds, Zhuge Murong and Feng Qianqian's worried voice, and the boatman's vicissitudes of life.

there is wind

Dazed Yang Yingcheng looked up to the sky, and a dark cloud enveloped her.

The sky began to drizzle, not too big or too small, and every drop of rain hit Yang Yingcheng's body, dragging Yang Yingcheng's senses again and again.

The three of them passed through the green mountain, and the scene that appeared later was the same as what Li Mu and others had come to before.

Fogao Si is a temple standing prominently on the top of the mountain.

From the entrance, the scale is small, but you can smell the smell of burning incense. It looks like there are a lot of pilgrims.

It's not lively, but it's not deserted either.

The antique feel is natural.

Immediately a young monk with a bald head ran to his window, clasped his hands together, and said "Hello, almsgiver".

The little monk has an ordinary appearance, his eyes are narrowed into a slit when he smiles, and there are two small dimples, giving people a sense of dexterity.

His voice was just like his own, clear and joyful.

"Three benefactors, at first glance, you are newcomers. Our temple is the most spiritual. Would you like to burn incense sticks to the Buddha, so that you can be safe and sound, and your wishes will come true."

One can guess that this kid has said this kind of thing for a long time, like reciting lines.

In the end, they still burned the incense, and then put it to the Buddha three times.

After getting up, he saw the little monk looking at him with two round eyes.

"What's wrong..." Li Mu asked.

"Benefactor, you spent a total of fifty taels of silver." The little monk said lightly.

Feng Jiajia and Li Mu looked at each other and laughed out loud.

Seeing this, the little monk was taken aback for a moment, then frowned, and began to worry.

I thought to myself that the few of them might not buy it.

Sure enough, Li Mu was serious.

"You didn't say in advance that we need to pay for burning incense sticks and worshiping Buddha!"

"Now it is said that the total consumption is fifty taels of silver, little monk, you must not be secretly collecting money by yourself without telling the superiors."

The little monk swallowed hard when he heard the words.

Seeing something suddenly, put away the look just now, and said obediently: "Amitabha, three benefactors, I will take you to meet the eminent monk."

"Benefactors, just spare this little monk once. I don't dare to lie to you again, and I didn't deceive you..."

At this time, the door was opened, and Zhuge Murong jumped in, frightening the little monk.

Thought it was something else.

Soon, Yang Yingcheng and Feng Qianqian also came in.

The eyes of Feng Qianqian and Feng Jiajia met in the air for a moment, and Feng Qianqian happily ran towards Feng Jiajia.

Before he rushed into his arms skillfully, Li Mu stopped him.

Feng Qianqian stared at Li Mu in confusion.

Xiu rested in the temple for one night.

The next day, everyone was ready to continue on their way.

Fogao Temple was moistened by a night of drizzle.

Surrounded by the fragrance of soil and trees mixed.

Every monk is doing what he should do.

Some young monks swept the fallen leaves with brooms.

There are also Feng Jiajia who beat wooden fish in front of the Buddha and recited scriptures.

And sitting alone under a big locust tree, frowning and chattering all the time, the disgruntled stick is very conspicuous.

After breakfast, the few people walked towards the big locust tree, but before they got close, Shi stick was like a mouse seeing a cat, covering his face and preparing to run away.

"So it's you benefactors. I thought I had auditory hallucinations just now. I'm really sorry, I'm sorry."

The figure of the little monk is the same as his face, voice, and personality.

dexterity.

Li Mu chuckled, with an indelible charm at the end of his eyes.

"Look at how scared you are, what's the matter, you were bullied yesterday?"

Li Mu just smiled lowly, and didn't want to tell Shi Gun about it anymore. He pulled Zhuge Murong out from behind, put it beside her, and stroked her hair.

He stopped when he saw a group of people walking towards him, and happened to stop under the big locust tree.

That big locust tree is so big that it can cover almost a hundred people. If it is not surprisingly eye-catching, it will not attract people's attention.

The leaves of the big locust tree are large and green, and the trunk is thick and long.

It is an old tree.

It became a symbol of Fogao Temple.

Everything is so peaceful and harmonious.

Seeing the middle-aged man, the old monk came over and said.

"All benefactors, the old monk is polite."

The person who came was very polite, and he looked like an eminent monk.

They frowned in unison, at a loss.

And the old monk under the tree also came over.

Approaching, two old monks walked side by side.

It's exactly the same, there is no difference at all.

Same action, same face.

"this……"

Several people were startled at the same time.

Don't understand what's going on here?

This place is so weird.

How can there be exactly the same people?

Could it be that there is some hallucination?

I don't know if I can live to see the head master.

This journey is really hard.