The wind is blowing. Although it is July, it is autumn after all. However, the land of Dongsheng is extremely vigorous, so the plants and trees are declining very late. Therefore, I will occasionally see some fallen leaves, but they are also half green and half yellow, which lacks the smell of autumn.

Two carriages were walking on a dirt road that was neither wide nor narrow. The road was not difficult to walk, but it was a bit bumpy. Moreover, it was a remote area, so it was rare to be crowded and not close to other counties. They were walking on the official road at the junction, so they were very peaceful along the way.

Mrs. Zhang was leading the way, while Mrs. Zhang fell asleep. Such bumps were indeed painful for her. Mu Ming followed behind and remained silent. Only the sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground and the neighing of the horses from time to time.

And such days have lasted for several days, and Mu Ming also put away his curiosity at the time. The mountains and rivers seem to be the same.

There are no bandits, because they have been cleaned up, especially the fact that it is extremely unsafe to rob families on the official road. Most people will hire some monks to follow them, so those bandits will naturally not be so stupid.

When the sky gradually darkened, Mu Ming saw that the car frame of his father in front slowed down. Mu Ming pulled the reins, and the horse slowed down, gasping for breath, and getting tired all the way.

When the carriage stopped, a dilapidated temple appeared in front of me. My father got off the carriage and Mu Ming got off the carriage. Mrs. Zhang came out of the carriage, looking a little tired. She looked at the father and son and smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work. A county master and a young man have also started the work of a coachman!"

"What's the matter? I didn't come along with you, brother and tomorrow in the early years. At that time, the official road was extremely rugged. We all came here, but now it's much better." Mr. Zhang laughed and said, obviously not caring.

Mrs. Zhang said: "Yes, I'm old in a blink of an eye. I didn't feel tired at that time, but now I'm prone to sleepiness."

Upon hearing this, Mu Ming said: "Mom will have more rest. If the wind blows outside, your body will not be able to bear it."

Mr. Zhang was full of comfort. Looking at this scene, what else did you want? What you want is nothing more than that!

"This Lanruo Temple is actually dilapidated. Although the incense was not strong at the beginning, it was not so lonely!"

Mr. Zhang couldn't help but sigh as he saw the huge spider webs covering the temple's gates.

"I think it was made by those people in the imperial capital. Without the incense, they naturally declined. Buddhism is not very popular here..." Mrs. Zhang said, looking at the dilapidated mountain gate, a little sighing, "I remember there was an old monk at that time, but I don't know where he went at this time?"

"Maybe I've left long ago. That monk is a monk. Although he is not a monk, he is chanting a breath of worldly aura. He hears that there are wonders, but he doesn't know whether it is true or false." The elder lady said, as if she was recalling the past.

"After all, it is a Taoist priest who encourages people to become monks. It's only if they are not rejected!" Mrs. Zhang took a few steps forward, then pushed open the mountain gate with force.

The mountain gate seemed to have not been opened for a long time, making a harsh sound, and the dust shaking off. Mrs. Zhang didn't notice anything. She patted her clothes gently. Mr. Zhang felt a little pity, "The dust is so big, there will be no water to clean it later..."

"Thank you, Fengchen, there is nothing wrong with it. Today we are going to stay here for a night. It's better to have a look first. I heard that there are mountain spirits and wild monsters. Don't let us meet them." Mrs. Zhang entered the temple at this time, and Mr. Zhang followed closely behind.

The name of the wood was to loosen the reins for a few horses, then pulled the horses to a piece of grass next to the temple and tied them up. After watching for a while, it entered the temple.

The temple was very dilapidated, and the golden bodies of the two Vajra at the door became dark, one Vajra's head was removed, and only a broken hole was left at the neck, which was a bit shocking.

The temple is not big, there is a small courtyard with wing rooms on both sides, but the doors and windows are gone, and there is dust everywhere. There is a Buddha statue in the main hall, with a smile and a big belly.

Maitreya Buddha!

A Buddha statue that is ten feet tall is standing in the center of the main hall. Even though it feels dark, it can still see the sacredness of the Buddha statue before the temple declines.

On both sides are statues of two small novice monks, but they are all very dark and covered in dust.

A bite of wooden fish has become a borer, as if it has been left for a long time and has not moved.

Mrs. Zhang picked up the small wooden hammer next to the wooden fish and tapped it softly. Suddenly, there were more differences in the main hall. It seemed that this was like a temple, and it seemed that she had lived.

Mrs. Zhang wiped the wooden fish clean, then knelt on the cushion, and then gently knocked her head.

Mu Ming was surprised. My mother should not believe in Buddhism, so why did she knock on wooden fish and bow to her at this time?

"If you have sincerity, you will be able to live in your heart. What's wrong with worshiping? Maitreya Buddha is a good Buddha. He has traveled to Dongsheng and has traces of him everywhere. It can be seen that he can be worshipped here." Mr. Zhang explained, and then knelt on the cushion and muttered the words: "Bless my wife and my son's life safety..."

Mu Ming also knelt down and prayed silently, but at this moment the statue of Maitreya Buddha moved slightly. Mr. Zhang suddenly looked up, but found nothing.

When Mrs. Zhang saw her husband's mood change, she couldn't help but say, "Forget it, I won't worship you anymore, we shouldn't believe it."

"I have literary spirit in my body, and I just felt a little different aura. This temple is strange." Mr. Zhang said.

Mrs. Zhang frowned and said, "If you don't leave, it's better to have less things than to have more things."

Mrs. Zhang was not afraid, because anyone with official positions in the Kingdom of God is a person who is invincible to evil spirits. They can mobilize the power of luck in the dark and even kill evil cultivators.

"Madam, don't worry, maybe I was wrong." Mr. Zhang comforted.

"Yes, what's there to be afraid of? Master, you could even get rid of those evil cultivators, and now you are not worried." Mrs. Zhang laughed, not like an ordinary person at all.

Mu Ming said, "Dad, are you a monk?"

Mr. Zhang shook his head and said, "My father is a scholar. Scholars are protected by sages. In the future, you will also enter Tai Academy. You also have Confucian spirit in your body, but very few. Scholars have Confucian spirit in their bodies. They are not considered monks, but just condense a mouthful of righteousness in their bodies. It's just a few differences. When you draw runes for your father, we can sleep more peacefully at night."

Then, Mu Ming saw that his father took out the book, bit his finger, and wrote it on it, which were strange-shaped words.

What's strange is that after writing, my father's wound healed, and he handed the paper to Mu Ming, saying: "You put these things on those horses, and you also paste one on the mountain gate. We appear here. The monsters in the wild may be afraid of humans, but the horse's qi and blood attract them..."

Mu Ming said: "Is it true that Mr. said the wild monster in the mountains?"

"Of course it is true. Dongsheng is a blessed land, a place where the energy gathers. Rumors can prompt the birth of some spirits, but it is extremely difficult and it takes a long time to go through. However, some have spiritual intelligence and some opportunities can transform into spirits, especially some residual souls, wandering in the world, over time, can also be contaminated with human aura and become lonely ghosts, but most of them will not harm people, so the imperial capital is too lazy to care about them, but some beasts need many ways, especially the fox, the osmanthus, and the weasel, who must be careful."

When Mr. Zhang became interested, he told Mu Ming about this, but his face was very natural, "so the strange that spreads among the ordinary people comes from this."

Upon hearing this, Mu Ming nodded. He had been studying with Mr. Wu Liu before, and the books he read were extremely complicated. They were clear. They thought it was just a legend, but they didn't expect it to be based on it.

"So how is the difference between monks and them?" Mu Ming asked again.

Mr. Zhang gently patted Mu Ming's head and smiled, "That's just a psychic creature. Some of them used some tricks to make the ordinary people worship them, and then they became mountain gods. Fortunately, they would also protect the ordinary people from good weather, and some devour the blood of the living beings. This kind of thing is a sin. Anyone who appears will be punished by heaven, and some monks may even be surrounded and killed. Dongsheng was a monk who established a country and would not allow these things to harm other creatures. Therefore, even evil cultivators are extremely rare in Dongsheng."

Mu Ming understood, then walked to the well in the yard. After looking at it, he found that there was still water inside, which was not dry. Mu Ming couldn't help but feel happy. He searched for a few wooden barrels in the back kitchen of the temple, fetched a few buckets of water, and walked out the door.

"Tomorrow, I am kind-hearted and treat horses kindly..." Mr. Zhang looked at Mu Ming's actions and felt a little moved.

Mrs. Zhang also nodded, "I just have a little bored temperament. How can I find a good family to marry him in the future!"

Mr. Zhang said: "Don't hurry, take your time."

"I'll go to the kitchen to check it out. I think I can cook, but... I can only eat vegetarian food, otherwise it wouldn't be great." Mrs. Zhang pointed at Maitreya Buddha and said with a smile.

"This is natural. Although I don't believe in Buddhism, the minimum respect is still the right one." Mr. Zhang naturally didn't mind, "It's just whether I can get used to it tomorrow!"

After saying that, he entered the kitchen with his wife.

When Mu Ming came in again, he saw his parents placing three bowls of plain noodles in front of the Buddha's tile, as if offering sacrifices. Mu Ming also prayed silently, very pious. Mu Ming had seen some people in Long County before eating, offering sacrifices to his ancestors. They believed that the souls of their ancestors would look at them in the dark, so they had to offer a bite of food to offer. At that time, Mu Ming thought it was interesting and it was not unfamiliar to do it at this time.

The couple prayed silently for a moment before they greeted Mu Ming to eat noodles.

"Come on, my son will also be smeared with the breath of the gods and Buddhas." Mr. Zhang took a bowl of noodles and took the wooden name in front of the wooden name, sat cross-legged on the cushion, and then started to eat it in big mouthfuls.

However, when eating noodles, Mu Ming always felt strange, as if there was something staring at him. In the end, Mu Ming turned his eyes on the statue of Maitreya Buddha.

Mr. Zhang looked over and smiled, but he didn't say much.

"My mother went to wash the dishes and chopsticks for her. If someone came to sleep in the future, there would be these things to spare!" Mrs. Zhang retreated, leaving only father and son in the main hall.

The father and son looked at each other, and Mr. Zhang suddenly said, "Tomorrow, will the horse be tied up?"

Mu Ming nodded, then looked at the sky and said, "It's late..."

Mr. Zhang said, "Then let's take a break first... it's easy to hurry tomorrow."

Mrs. Zhang said, "Then I'll go clean the house first. There are some bedding in those wing rooms, let's just do it..."

"How can you be picky? I'm afraid that the world will make a quilt for the bed and will make a grievance for the wife." Zhang Lao Er laughed and then followed him to the wing room.

Mu Ming did not follow him, but just looked at the statue of Maitreya Buddha, "Is the mountain god?"

After saying something for no reason, Mu Ming felt a little painful.
Chapter completed!