Chapter 384 Luo Hongyuan's Incarnation of Gossip

Di Ping had a big head for a while, why did he feel that the people in this blacksmith village seemed abnormal?

One by one was as violent as fire, and the other one was terrifying with thick nerves. I saw a few people. Except for Xingchi being normal, Xingchi is not a blacksmith village.

This old Luo, Shi Dexing, including his son, are all bold and scary. He finally found the source of Luo Xinyi's character.

Especially in this village, people look at people with strange eyes, why do they like to stare at people all the time?

The group followed Luo Xinyi and his father, accompanied by Xing Chi, into the ancestral hall of the blacksmith village, only to find that they had misunderstood when they entered the cave.

I originally thought that this ancestral cave was just a bigger hole, but when I really came in, I realized that I was wrong.

The depth of this cave passage alone is beyond people's imagination, more than 500 meters. Although the cave passage is not large, it is also nearly five or six meters high and more than three meters wide.

This cave passage is not a one-way passage to the end. It takes only three hundred meters to change the passage four times. It extends in all directions.

Moreover, it was pitch-dark when the hole was there. It wasn't because Luo Hongyuan was using a flashlight, so he didn't even want to see the road clearly. He couldn't walk if he felt the darkness.

It took more than ten minutes before he really arrived at the destination. Di Ping saw the image in front of him and felt that the famous name of the ancestors of this blacksmith village was really a good place to escape from disasters.

Di Ping was a little shocked by everything in front of him. He didn't expect that the ancestral hall of the Blacksmith Village was completely different from what he thought. Even the two girls, Yue Lie and Gina Ava, were shocked.

Only Luo Xinyi seemed to have known everyone's reaction, her face raised with pride.

The reason why Di Ping was shocked was that Di Ping did not expect that this place was truly unique.

Just now a few people walked through the dark cave for a while, and when they turned a fork in the road, they suddenly lit up in front of them. The strong light shone in front of everyone's eyes. everything of.

This light is not a light, it is actually sunlight, and several people can't be alike. How can such sunlight come in in this cave? After walking a few steps in a row, I don't know what's going on until I walk out of the cave.

No one can imagine that there is a valley at the end of this cave. The valley is not large, at most 100 meters in diameter, surrounded by cliffs of a thousand feet on all sides, forming a wellhead. The sun is streaming in along the top of the valley. It is westward, but the light is still very strong.

There is some green grass growing on the ground of the valley, it seems that it has been cleaned up, and it is not high!

In the middle of the valley, there is a small ancient temple, with blue bricks and gray tiles, carved columns and painted buildings, and waves of green smoke wafting from the main hall.

This ancient temple has a main hall and two side halls. The area is not large, only one tenth of the valley.

Di Ping and his party went out of the cave and faced the main hall. There was a plaque hanging in front of the hall with a few large characters. The blacksmith village ancestral hall had five regular script characters. The real iron hook and silver brush were strong and powerful.

At this time, the ancient temple was not obviously empty. There were a crowd of people in the square in front of the hall, about a hundred people, all facing the front hall at this time, all of them looked solemn, and there was a low and somewhat old man in the hall. The voice came out, and it seemed to be chanting some words in a low voice, but the words were very fast and the dialect was used, which Di Ping could not understand.

But this did not prevent everyone from feeling the sense of awe in the singing, and their hearts involuntarily raised their respects, and the movements of several people slowed down.

The Roche father and daughter had already stopped at this time, their hands were pressed together on their chests, their eyebrows were lowered, and even Xingchi was chanting Buddhist scriptures with his palms upright in front of his chest.