Chapter 708: Land of Death

Song Ergou looked at the red boy like a monster and muttered, "This kid has such a loud voice..."

He didn't know that as a monster, Hong Hai'er's voice was considered low.

Following Hong Hai'er's voice, everyone seemed to let go and shouted one after another.

The lone wolf howled, and the monkey made a monkey-specific cry, but when it came to the squirrel...

The squirrel looked at Fangzheng a little shyly, and asked, "Master, why am I shouting?"

"Don't you know how to shout?" Fangzheng was stunned, but after thinking about it carefully, he had never heard a squirrel shout.

The squirrel said in great confusion: "Of course I can yell. The squirrel is not dumb, but I think the voice is a bit too rubbish. Let me yell, okay?"

Fangzheng looked at the villagers, a squirrel shouted? This is supposed to scare people. But on second thought, with so many people shouting so intently, who knows who. So he patted the squirrel on the head and said, "Wait a minute."

Fangzheng ran to the front, raised his voice, and hugged the red boy who became more and more addicted to shouting, and put him on the ground, with a lone wolf on one side and a monkey on the other. The red boy in front sat behind him, hugged the squirrel, and said with a smile: "Let's Master and apprentice shouted together, I counted three two one, and then shouted together."

When the little guys heard this, they immediately became interested and nodded one after another.

"Three! Two! One!"

"Ah!" Red Boy's voice overwhelmed everyone, and Fangzheng's voice covered the bottom. The squirrel opened its mouth wide, and kept shouting, and shouting, just started shouting, and came up in one breath, and found that everyone was still shouting, so quickly continued Keep shouting, shouting and shouting... Sure enough, the more you shout, the more addicted you become, the more addicted you are, the harder you shout, so—Plop!

"Master, why did Junior Brother faint? Is he sick?" Lone Wolf asked worriedly.

Fangzheng smiled and said: "It's okay, it's called hypoxia. This little guy is so small, and he's still comparing his vital capacity with us. He won't be dizzy until he dies. Let him sleep, and he'll be fine after a while."

Lone wolf, monkey, and red boy breathed a sigh of relief.

After shouting, it's the dinner on the top of the mountain.

The villagers brought a lot of food, tablecloths, even a large iron pot, and various seasonings. The dishes are complete!

I chose the flattest place, set up the pot, lit the fire, and started cooking.

Do things if you have something to do, play casually if you have nothing to do, watch the children and so on. For a while, the top of the mountain is extremely lively.

Of course, there are still some people standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the red leaves on the other side of Tongtian Mountain Range! The main peak of the Tongtian Mountain Range, like a line, divides the mountain into two, one side is the ancient pine tree Tongtian, and the other side is a maple tree! The maple trees were beaten by the autumn wind, turning red and yellow, and half of the mountain was dyed red, golden and beautiful.

Fangzheng led the team directly, brought Mengmeng and other children with him, and a group of disciples rushed into the back mountain, taking pictures, playing around, having a good time...

At noon, I brought a group of children who were not crazy enough to come back for dinner.

As a result, I was eating lunch when I suddenly heard Mengmeng shouting: "Wow! What's over there, it's so bright!"

Fangzheng heard the sound and looked, only to the northeast, the place that was originally covered by a mist, for some reason, the mist suddenly dispersed! A blue lake like a jewel was revealed! Under the sunlight, the lake reflects a golden light, shining brightly. No wonder Mengmeng didn't recognize it as a lake...

Fangzheng asked: "Benefactor Tan, is that a rice cooker?"

"Well, that's the rice bowl. I didn't expect that we could see it. It seems that we are lucky. We will be lucky in the next year..." Tan Juguo laughed.

However, Fangzheng saw a look of worry in Tan Juguo's eyes, and leaned over, sat next to Tan Juguo, without saying anything.

When everyone started to disperse, Tan Juguo knocked on the cigarette bag and pot, looked in the direction of the rice bowl in the distance, and sighed: "In the past, when the thick fog dispersed, people would venture into the rice bowl. Those who went in couldn’t come out. The old grandson brought his students, and it was around this time that he went in. He said he went in to find some rare animals and plants, but he never returned...Fortunately, now the country restricts Otherwise, I don’t know how many people will die in it.”

Fangzheng clasped his hands together and proclaimed a Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

Tan Juguo continued: "Tell me, why does God have to create such a dangerous place? So many people die every year, what does it think? Does God really have the virtue of good life?"

Speaking of this, Tan Juguo stared at Fangzheng, as if asking him.

Fangzheng thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are regarded as dogs. In the eyes of heaven and earth, all creatures, water, fire, sun, moon, mountains, rocks, grass, trees and people are all the same. It is similar to the grass dog that was thrown away. Life and death It has no meaning to it. Therefore, rather than saying that heaven has the virtue of good life, it is better to say that it is a certain hope that people place on heaven."

"I've met many monks in my life, but what you said to Zen Master Yizhi seemed unusual." Tan Juguo laughed.

Fangzheng shook his head and said, "I can't say right or wrong about this matter, I can only say that everyone looks at things from different angles. It's like a brick, with different angles, the image you see is different. It's impossible to say who is right, Who said it was wrong..."

Tan Juguo nodded slightly. He liked Fangzheng's attitude. He would express his own opinions, but he would not belittle others' opinions.

At this moment, Wang Yougui came over and said, "Did you just say rice bowl?"

Fangzheng nodded.

Wang Yougui said: "As far as I know, there are quite a few places in Northeast China called dry rice pots."

Tan Juguo smiled and said: "I know, that's why those experts called him Qianwu Lake Group. The name of dry rice bowl is indeed too common. But this dry rice bowl is different. At the time, Lao Sun said that this dry rice bowl It was probably caused by the impact of many small meteors back then, the internal magnetic field was disordered, and scientific and technological instruments could not enter. Even people entering would be affected."

"Even people will be affected?" Fangzheng was taken aback, why does this sound similar to his Yimenghuangliang supernatural power?

"That is to say, until now, no one has been able to give an explanation." Tan Juguo said.

At this time, the villagers packed up all the items for the picnic and bagged the garbage, and everyone was ready to go down the mountain.

Fangzheng turned his head to look at the direction of the rice bowl, and followed Tan Juguo and others down the mountain.

Back at One Finger Temple, Fangzheng's life continued as usual, and he didn't care about cooking.

"Master, aren't you curious about what the old secretary said was so mysterious? You don't want to go and see what's in the rice bowl? If you can solve the unsolved mystery inside, our Yizhi Temple will be awesome." Lah." Red Boy leaned over and asked.