Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 620 Sifang Mountain (2)

Turning around the mouth of the mountain, an ancient temple stands in the middle of the island, with blue bricks and black tiles, simple and simple beams, the fragrance of Buddha curls up, and the whole field is quiet with a Zen sound.

When Lin Su and the others came to the temple, an old monk was sweeping fallen leaves with a broom in his hand.

The old monk's dim eyes slowly lifted up: "Where did the benefactor come from?"

"Xuntai!"

Xuntai is one of the eight counties around Dongting and also belongs to Nanshan territory.

"The donor doesn't know if he is here to worship the Buddha or to ask for a lottery?"

Lin Su smiled slightly: "Xiaosheng will take the exam this autumn, and I want to ask the Buddhist sect for a fortune."

"Amitabha, people in the world have their own destiny, and it depends on each person's Buddha's fate!" The old monk folded his hands together and said, "Please, almsgiver!"

When the Zen bell rang, Lin Su entered the gate of the temple with two bookboys.

In front of it is a huge Buddha statue, just a clay Buddha statue, but it is quite tall, and the Buddha statue is mottled all over. The wooden fish and the stick in front are old enough.

Lin Su threw a tael of silver into the merit box, picked up the stick and shook it lightly, and a stick came out.

In the upper lottery...

Signed cloud: "There are so many human beings in the world, why bother to waste thousands of miles..."

The overall signing is relatively auspicious - relatively auspicious nonsense.

After asking for a lottery, Lin Su wandered around in the hall, at least in Zhou Mei's eyes, she felt that she didn't see anything.

The main hall turned around, Lin Su went to the back hall, and stared at a big incense burner in the back hall for a long time.

Zhou Mei didn't see anything about the incense burner.

Behind the backyard is a bamboo forest. In the bamboo forest, it is quiet and elegant. Lin Su stopped and walked, and the light in his eyes moved slightly.

Walking all the way to the side of the mountain, he turned his head and stared at the old monk who followed him all the way: "Master, there are not too many monks in your temple."

Yes, they saw less than ten monks along the way.

It made Zhou Mei almost wonder if they made a mistake.

This really doesn't look like the secret stronghold of Infernal Gate.

Which stronghold has only so few people?

The old monk said to Amitabha Buddha: "Small temples only value fate, not grandeur."

"Buddhism is quiet, as it should be! As it should be!" Lin Su nodded: "Xiaosheng bid farewell!"

"The benefactor, go slowly!"

The group of three went down Sifang Mountain in this way, and boarded the boat again.

Ten miles away from Sifang Mountain, Zhou Mei's eyes flickered: "Did you find anything?"

Lin Su raised his eyes and pondered for a moment: "...No!"

"Nothing at all?"

"Maybe we guessed wrong, there is indeed nothing! This is a very ordinary temple, and there are less than ten old monks in it... Let's go back!"

Zhou Mei is full of doubts, is there really nothing?

Why are you so hesitant to answer?

You are in the temple, your eyes are shining...

What does this inconsistency mean?
Could it be that he was worried about the detection of people from Sifang Mountain, so he deliberately reassured them?To prevent these people from taking action to kill people to silence them - from past experience, this possibility is very high. If there is a problem with Sifang Mountain, people who find suspicious points will not be allowed to leave.

Lin Su probably said "nothing was found" on purpose to avoid such an extreme situation.

Su Rong turned her eyes lightly: "Master Lin, that mountain seems to be inhabited, I'll go there and have a look!"

"it is good!"

As soon as Lin Su finished speaking, Su Rong rose from the sky and shot towards a high mountain by the lake.

Just as Zhou Mei was about to speak, a silver light flashed in Lin Su's eyes suddenly. Around their small boat, a blockade of Wen Dao invisible to the naked eye was laid.

This kind of blockade cannot be seen by the outside world, but Zhou Mei can feel it, because the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

"This matter is very important!" Lin Su said: "Although Li Chunshui is not the object of our defense, but she knows that such a major matter will be harmful to her, so we should avoid her."

Zhou Mei's heart was full of waves!

Li Chunshui is not someone to guard against - he couldn't have said this to her, Zhou Mei, but to Su Rong!

What does this mean?It means that Su Rong is watching!
How can this be?

Su Rong has already left, at least thirty miles away from here!

Zhou Mei is not a fool, her heart is overwhelmed, but there is a little surprise on her face: "What did you find?"

"Here is the secret stronghold of Wujianmen! It is sure!" Lin Su said slowly.

"But I didn't find anything... What did you find?" Although Zhou Mei was acting at this time, she was acting in her true colors, because she really didn't see anything.

"First, this old monk is a practitioner, but the exercises he practiced are obviously not Buddhist exercises! Second, it seems that there are less than ten people in Sifang Mountain, but there are too many traces of human activities on the back mountain. There are even more traces of activities than the front yard, think about it, a temple, the backyard is originally a place for quiet cultivation, but the front yard is where pilgrims gather, and there are more traces of activities in the backyard than in the front yard, is it normal?"

Zhou Mei's eyes lit up: "Absolutely not normal!"

"Although it's not normal, it can't be used as ironclad evidence that it is the secret stronghold of Wujianmen, can it?"

"Yes!"

"That's why I found out the ironclad evidence!"

Zhou Mei's whole body was shocked: "What kind of ironclad evidence?"

"Using Wen Dao's 'backtracking' work, I went backtracking silently, and saw a thrilling scene!" Lin Su blinked slightly, and a phantom flowed out of his eyes...

In the phantom, it was the incense burner that Lin Su observed very carefully. The sky was starless and moonless. It was night, and a group of men in black came from the sky. They turned the incense burner three times to the left and three times to the right. With a bang, a portal appeared at the place where the incense burner was located, and the group of men in black entered one by one...

Zhou Mei's heart beat wildly.

And on the top of a high mountain by the lake, Su Rong's whole body was also shaken. In front of her, there was also such a phantom, a top-secret image performed by Lin Su with literary supernatural powers, appearing in front of her.

On the side of the boat where Lin Su and Zhou Mei were, there was a strange cricket with trembling tentacles. It has three.

Without a sound, the cricket slipped from the boat into the water and disappeared without a trace.

Lin Su smiled lightly: "Okay, the play is over!"

Zhou Mei's eyes brightened: "Is it really over?"

"Yaowang Mountain is really wonderful. A cricket can act as her spy."

"Cricket?" Zhou Mei was startled slightly: "Does it have three tentacles?"

"Exactly!"

"My God!" Zhou Mei said: "The three-bearded cricket can penetrate the fluctuations of the spiritual consciousness, and even decrypt the content of the sound transmission through the spiritual consciousness. If we just passed the sound transmission through the spiritual consciousness, she might also be able to know us. What are you talking about. What a holy lady of Yaowang Mountain, she is really thorough in her actions."

"Unfortunately, success is also supernatural, and failure is also supernatural. If it is just an ordinary cricket, I might not be able to pay attention to it. How can a cricket that can resonate with spiritual consciousness be close to my surroundings?"

This is the truth.

With Lin Su's space law in his body, any tangible thing can't get close to him without him noticing.

However, if it was just an ordinary cricket, even if he noticed it, he might not be alert.

However, he still has a sharp weapon that no one knows about, and that is the secret technique of spiritual power.

His mental power is extremely strong, and he is extremely sensitive to the fluctuations of his spiritual consciousness. This kind of three-bearded cricket can penetrate into the fluctuations of a person's spiritual consciousness, and it will inevitably produce subtle fluctuations.

Zhou Mei didn't feel this kind of fluctuation at all, and most people definitely didn't feel it, but Lin Su did!

He happened to use this cricket to perfectly sing the drama he was about to sing.

Zhou Mei looked at the sky and the ground, feeling like she didn't know who she was...

Entering Sifang Mountain, Lin Su could find out that the old monk's cultivation was not a Buddhist supernatural power, and she couldn't find out.

He could find the empty back mountain and traces of human activities, but she didn't find it, let alone sum it up.

He can go back to the past, this is incomparable, he is Wen Dao, this is Wen Dao's special talent...

But shouldn't anti-detection be her strong point?

Why did she still lose in this one?
The level of the three-bearded cricket is unimaginably high. It is understandable that she could not find it, but it is amazing that he can find it. This is not the category of Wen Dao, it is the extreme of the "secret way" on the way of practice!
I am known as the King of the Night, and I was crushed so sadly in front of him...

Thousands of words turned into one sentence: "Next, what to do?"

Lin Su smiled: "Next, it's time for us to watch a play!"

Earlier it was acting, now it is watching

……

next day!

Overcast and cloudy, spring rain wets Dongting Lake.

At night, there are no stars and no moon.

On the west side of Dongting Lake, on a high mountain, on the top of a big tree, the drizzle fell and bypassed a certain position in the tree crown. There, Lin Su was reclining on the big tree, and beside him was Zhou Mei.

Under the great power of Wen Dao, the rain and snow do not invade. Although they did not suffer from the rain, the vigil in the middle of the night is not too comfortable after all. Fortunately, both of them are people with superb cultivation bases, and they have no fear of this spring night. cold.

"Are they really going to send experts to encircle and suppress?" Zhou Mei's voice entered Lin Su's ears.

"Yes!" Lin Su simply replied with one word.

"If the battle really starts, shall we... join the battle?"

"of course not!"

"Just watching a show?"

"Watching a play is naturally watching a play, but it's simple...but it may not be very simple!" A smile appeared on the corner of Lin Su's mouth.

Zhou Mei's eyes lit up: "You still have something to do! What kind of..."

Her voice stopped abruptly...

Lin Su suddenly raised his head, his eyes shimmered slightly, and Wen Daowei's "Mighty Cha Qiuhao" was activated.

Sifang Mountain, twenty miles away, seemed to be pulled in front of them by an invisible giant hand.

Four people suddenly appeared around Sifang Mountain.

Four orientations, one for each orientation.

On the east side, a Confucian scholar, about 50 to [-] years old, holds an ancient scroll in his hand.

On the west side, a Confucian scholar, about 30 years old, has an ancient brush in his hand.

In the north, an old man, on this cold spring night, his upper body is half naked, his skin is like bronze.

To the south, a woman in black is none other than Su Rong.

In the meditation room on the east side, an old monk suddenly stood up...

The ancient scroll in the hands of the Confucian scholars on the east side trembled, and more than a dozen yellow characters pierced through the air...

As soon as the word "Ji" came out, there was no sound in the whole field.

As soon as the word "broken" came out, more than a dozen meditation rooms were wiped out at the same time.

As soon as the word "Mie" came out, at least eight monks died.

As soon as the word "Qing" came out, the old monk who was the first to realize that there was nothing around him, only the old monk was left with fear on his face...

"Chop", a yellow word descended in the air, and with a bang, the water in Dongting Lake shook three times, and the old monk was split into two halves.

(End of this chapter)