Baiwu Temple...just in front...

A winding mountain road.

The arched red bridge.

A tyrannical resentment.

And the red maple swaying in the wind and snow.

I almost walked and stopped like this for half an hour.

When Xichengshi and the White Mist Godson raised their heads again, they saw the huge temple in front of them.

No...

Rather than seeing the huge temple, it is better to say that this huge white mist temple is pressing towards them.

Baiwu Temple is a temple built on the hillside of the fog mountain.

The so-called Wushan is recorded in the notes of the White Wu God Son.

It is said to be the Pilgrimage Mountain of the Baiwu family, and many legends and anecdotes are circulated from it.

Looking at the past with a visual appearance in the West City style... This White Mist Temple is indeed very large.

The dilapidated eaves, faded vermilion pillars and thick white walls.

If you roughly estimate it, it should be a little smaller than Todaiji in Nara.

But even so, it's amazing.

As mentioned earlier, Baiwu Temple was actually snatched by the ancestors of the God Son of Baiwu. These places actually belong to the original owner of Baiwu Temple.

At that time, the God of White Murch still felt that this behavior was too much.

But when he saw such a huge temple building in front of him, the son of Baiwu could understand why her ancestors were greedy.

Such a large land.

If you want to change, aren't you moved?

No wonder when Bai Wu Puzi talked about her living expenses for raising Bai Wu Godzi, she said that it was part of the inheritance of Bai Wu family - the Bai Wu family is indeed terrible.

"...No wonder my ancestors were greedy and killed people and set fire. If I had changed to me... I would definitely do it." Bai Wu Shenzi looked at the huge temple in front of him and almost said that he would also kill people and set fire.

But she looked at the Xicheng style next to her and quickly changed her mouth: "If I were to change me, I would definitely take care of this place beautifully."

Red maple and fir trees are planted around Baiwu Temple.

These snow-covered fir trees overlap with red maple trees, guarding the mountain gate of Baiwu Temple.

There was a strange white mist inside and outside the building.

The mist gave the Xicheng style a very uncomfortable feeling, which made him frown.

But while feeling uncomfortable... the mist made Xicheng style feel familiar, and he subconsciously recalled the same thing as this pale white mist in his mind.

Then--

Xicheng style understands it.

"All these are immortal white mists?"

That’s right! These white mists are almost the same as the white mist that emerged when the son of White mist was repaired when she was dead.

If you have to say it, the concentration is much lower.

According to Bai Wu Ku Zi, if you inhale too much of the immortal white mist, your entire soul will be eroded and your body will gradually become a skeleton that loses consciousness.

But fortunately... Xicheng style subconsciously used death energy, and the white mist seemed to be driven away.

As for the Son of White Mist...?

She doesn't have to worry at all.

Xichengshi asked her if she was fine, and she shook her head and said, "I feel like I'm at home."

It seems that the Immortal White Mist has basically no effect on the Son of the White Mist family.

Xicheng Style and Baiwu Shenzi each had a flashlight, and soon passed through the fir and red maple forest and arrived at the broken Baiwu Temple gate.

In the darkness, the Xicheng style clearly shows a line of conspicuous large characters left on the broken mountain gate-

"The flower of secret, the vortex of immortality, can only resist the monks with a firm mind. Monks who have been cleaning their minds for more than ten years cannot escape into this sect without studying the scriptures."

You can tell at a glance that this line of big words was deliberately left on it by the predecessors.

Immortal... This is indeed an indescribable temptation for some people with bad intentions.

But Xichengshi came to find the inheritance of Baiwu Temple, so of course he would not leave just because of this sentence.

"Let's go."

The Xicheng style greeted the Godzi of Baiwu and then walked into the White Mist Temple.

The building materials of this building are mainly wood.

The wood soaked in snow water appears black and gray, and the walls are large and large, revealing the fillings inside.

Something seemed to be trembling in the darkness... At the same time, coupled with the strange white mist in the air, it made people feel even more chilled.

certainly--

This is nothing to Xicheng Style and the White Mist God Son.

The most important thing is-

Baiwu Temple is too big!

It's really too big.

Whether in China or Japan, there are always many separate small Buddhist temples in large temples.

For example, "Baiwushui Temple", "Curse Academy", "Baiwumen", etc.

In addition, there are also some small stupas located in the corner...

It is indeed difficult to explore.

"You still haven't remembered anything?"

Xicheng style looked at the White Mist Godson.

He just asked another question about the memory of the God Son of Baiwu.

But she still didn't remember.

If it were ordinary, this kind of way would give people a guide when there was no main line, for example, the memory revival of the White Mist God Son-

But the God of White Mist can't remember anything.

Xicheng style looked at her silently.

This long silent gaze made the son of Baiwu feel a chill on his back inexplicably.

She coughed twice, then muttered in a low voice: "Why do you feel like you can know your past memories if you pry open my head, Shi Jun, you will try it with a crowbar right away..."

The main reason why Bai Wu Shenzi said this was to ease the awkwardness of the atmosphere.

But when she looked at the Xicheng style and stared at her head with a thoughtful look—

"Shijun, you won't do this, are you?"

The son of Baiwu was a little panicked.

"Things should be urgent."

Xicheng style withdrew its gaze: "If you can get information by prying open your head, I will definitely not show mercy."

But that requires information to be obtained.

He shook his head.

Since I can't count on the son of Baiwu, I can only search around.

But soon, the white mist god son, who seemed a little angry, called him.

"What's the matter?" Xicheng Shi asked without looking back.

"Although I didn't recall any memories, I smelled a scent of flowers from the beginning."
Chapter completed!