I have just been promoted to Qianhu, and I was shocked to hear that this is a Liaozhai!

Chapter 50 Wild Temple in the Mountains
Halfway up the mountain.

Zhao Hu's nostrils were slightly flaring, and he suddenly said: "Sir, have you smelled a very strong aroma?"

The expression on his face didn't seem to be fake, as if he really smelled a fragrance in the mountains.

Beside him, Zhang Long suddenly said: "Where does the fragrance come from in this deep mountain? Zhao Hu, you are probably hysterical."

Just as Zhao Hu was about to refute, he saw Zuo Dao on the side wave his hand slightly.

He said: "Zhao Hu smelled it right. There is indeed a very strong aroma here, and it is coming from the forest in front."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Long immediately looked in the direction of the woods.

Then the serious-looking nose twitched slightly, as if he was trying to smell something in the air.

The left path went directly towards the woods.

In his eyes, he could clearly see wisps of smoke drifting out from the forest.

Even late at night, he could still see clearly.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu quickly and cautiously followed behind him.

Zhao Hu even whispered: "Let me just say that I smelled it right! There is indeed a fragrance coming from this ghost place, and your Excellency has also smelled it."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Long could only nod his head helplessly.

Because he seemed to have smelled a fragrance just now, and the fragrance was extremely strong, even a little abnormal.

He was so hungry that he wanted to find the source of the fragrance.

The three of them walked in the forest for a while, and then they saw a temple not far away. The temple was brightly lit at the moment, and smoke could still be faintly seen rising from it.

The aroma they smelled before came from this temple.

Zhang Long frowned slightly and said, "How could there be such a wild temple in this mountain wilderness?"

Zuo Dao took a deep look at the temple, and then said: "If it's a human or a ghost, you'll know it once you go in."

After finishing his words, he walked directly towards the small temple in front of him.

At the same time, the qi-watching technique and the Diamond Sutra are used together.

next moment.

In his eyes, the brightly lit small temple in front of him suddenly changed its appearance.

There was no light anywhere, it was just the light reflected on the broken bronze mirror by the moonlight falling from the sky.

Among the ruined temples in the mountains, there are still a few figures busy among them.

He could vaguely see traces of evil spirit spreading out.

Everything they saw just now was nothing more than a reflection in a mirror, like a shadow in a dream.

Put away your supernatural powers.

As soon as everyone arrived at the door of the small temple, they saw a person walking out of the temple, and they immediately saw the three people coming.

He immediately said: "You guys must have lost your way in the mountains, why not go to the temple and have a rest!"

The man was dressed in monk's robes, looked simple and honest, and had several ring scars on his head, making him look like a monk in a temple.

Zhao Hu frowned and said, "When was this temple built?"

The monk clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha! Donor, this is not a temple, but a temple, Gushan Temple, which was built 300 years ago."

As he spoke, he extended his hand to lead the three of them into the temple with him.

Zhao Hu muttered: "Gushan Temple? Built 300 years ago? Why have I never heard of it, and it has never been mentioned in the Youzhou case."

Zhang Long looked cautious and placed his hand faintly on the handle of the embroidered spring knife at his waist.

Zuo Dao and others followed the monk into the temple, still looking at the surrounding scene vaguely along the way.

Soon, the three of them were led by the monk to a Buddhist temple.

There is a golden Buddha statue standing in the main hall, and there are angry-eyed King Kong around it. Under the light of candlelight, it looks a bit scary.

The monk said with a smile: "The donors came at the right time. The chef has made plain noodles. The donors want to try it."

Hearing this, Zuo Dao said, "Master is living a good life in this mountain. You can still eat plain noodles late at night."

The monk was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled and said: "On weekdays, my brothers and I have nothing to do, so we reclaimed some wasteland behind the temple and planted some food, so we can be self-sufficient." Zuo Dao nodded thoughtfully. He nodded and said: "That's it."

Immediately, he stood up, glanced at the monk in front of him, and said, "Could that smell just now come from the kitchen?"

The monk nodded and said: "The plain noodles of this temple are widely loved by pilgrims. If the donor wants to eat, I will bring you a few bowls later."

Zuo Dao waved his hand and said: "Why bother Master, we are just rough people, just go to the kitchen and wait."

With that said, he walked towards the kitchen.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu also followed.

Seeing this, the monk could only run ahead to lead the way, leading Zuo Dao and others towards the kitchen.

In the back kitchen.

Several monks were busy in front of the stove. One of the monks who was lighting the fire raised his head slightly and could still see a bloody tooth on his face.

There was still a piece of ear root near his mouth that had not been eaten, stained with blood, and slowly slid down the corner of his mouth.

Although the other monks were also busy, most of them were chewing something in their mouths.

You can still hear faint crisp sounds.

Perhaps hearing the noise coming from outside, the monk in charge of lighting the fire quickly swallowed the ear root in his mouth, and then rolled up the blood from his mouth with his tongue.

The remaining monks were licking their lips while cleaning up the kitchen.

Another person grabbed a handful of something unknown and threw it directly into the pot, stirring it casually with a spoon.

Then cover the other pots as well.

For a time, the aroma coming from the kitchen became stronger and stronger.

outside.

The monk led Zuo Dao and others to the door of the back kitchen, and then said to the monks inside: "Brothers, there are pilgrims who are lost in the mountains who are hungry. Please order some plain noodles quickly."

Hearing this, the monk who was busy in front of the stove looked back and showed a compassionate smile.

Then he said: "Everyone, wait a moment, the plain noodles will be ready soon."

Zhao Hu stood outside the door, twitching his nose a few times, and then said with a look of disbelief: "Can plain noodles taste so good?"

The monk who led them here said: "These are grains grown by the monks themselves, polished and sun-dried. The natural flavor is extraordinary."

After hearing this, Zuo Dao walked directly into the kitchen.

When the few monks in the kitchen saw this, their expressions froze, and their movements seemed a little unnatural.

Zuo Dao said with a smile: "What are the masters cooking? They actually used three or four large pots."

A strong monk stood in front of him, clasped his hands and said, "It's just some bamboo used to make bamboo slips. If the donor is hungry, just wait outside."

Hearing this, Zuo Dao said, "I have always been interested in this kind of thing. I wonder if I can take a look."

Hearing this, the great monk smiled and said, "If the donor is willing, then there's no harm in taking a look."

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, who were outside the door, also walked into the kitchen. They put their hands on their waists and looked at the monks around them with wary expressions.

The remaining monks continued to work on what they were doing as if nothing had happened.

The great monk led everyone to a pot, opened the lid with a smile, and said, "Look, donors, these are the best bamboos that can grow between rocks."

"Using special methods to make bamboo slips and engraved with scriptures, they can be immortalized for thousands of years and are most suitable for storage in the Sutra Pavilion."

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu looked down.

I saw that the large boiling pot was indeed filled with a whole pot of bamboo divided into sections.

This made the two of them completely relieved.

Zuo Dao, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and the things in front of him instantly changed their appearance.

There are no pieces of bamboo in this boiling cauldron.

They were clearly heads that were rising and falling in the boiling water. The skin and flesh had been boiled away, revealing the dense white bones.

The smoke curled up and blew on his face, making him almost nauseous.

(End of this chapter)