After leaving Xixiang City, the scenery is completely different.
It lacks the prosperity of Xixiang City and becomes a bit more desolate.
On the road, from time to time, you can meet a few passers-by in a hurry, obviously they are all working hard for life.
However, the scenery and air that have not experienced industrial pollution along the way make people feel relaxed and happy.
"Is the Mirror Heart Poetry far away?" Yang Si asked as he walked and looked at Xiao Yanzi.
Xiao Yanzi bit her finger and hesitated: "It should be not far away. I remember that my mother and I didn't seem to have been gone very long before."
Come on, one look at Xiao Yanzi's appearance, and Yang Si knew that she didn't have enough confidence either. She probably just remembered that there was such a poetry temple.
"Drive, drive~"
At this moment, there was a sound of horse hooves coming from behind.
Yang Si and Chu Yi turned around and saw a groom driving a carriage forward quickly.
Seeing this, Yang Si and Chu Yi gave way to the side.
The carriage did not slow down at all and passed quickly past Yang Si and Chu Yi.
The smoke and dust that rolled up made Yang Si couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose.
"Escape for your life, you are in such a hurry." Yang Si couldn't help complaining.
Phew~
At this time, Chu Yi was really angry. She fanned her hand and blew away all the dust in front of her.
"Maybe there is something urgent." Chu Yi didn't care. She had been in the world for a while and had seen all kinds of unreasonable people.
"Keep going." Yang Si looked depressed.
I don't even have a carriage to ride in. I feel like I am a bit fake as a powerful person.
My grandfather is the king of the opposite sex, my cheap father is a general who governs the country, my mother is a princess, and I have an uncle who is an emperor. How can I rely on the No. 11 bus to walk?
Yang Si fell into self-doubt. Am I a powerful person?
However, this is also related to the Yang family's own upbringing and family tradition. Those luxurious things are not worth promoting for a family of military commanders.
Watching the carriage go by in front of you, it's too fast to be jolted to death. The purpose of riding a carriage is to enjoy it. If you are in a hurry, you might as well just ride a horse.
Yang Si complained with a sour taste while rushing on the No. 11 bus.
Hearing this, Chu Yi glanced at Yang Si and felt a little funny. She could smell the strong sour smell.
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There were no more disturbances along the way. After walking for about half an hour, Yang Si finally saw the Poetry Temple located on a hill, halfway up the mountain.
But what puzzles Yang Si is, why are there so many people? !
It was fine on the road, and he would occasionally meet a few pedestrians. But as he got closer and closer to the Poetry Temple, Yang Si found that there were more and more people, and they were all pilgrims.
Because they can all smell a faint scent of sandalwood, which can only be smelled in the Poetry Temple.
"Yes, there are a lot of people. I remember that my mother and I came here several times to offer incense, but there were no qualified people." Xiao Yanzi said while looking at the crowd around him.
Yang Si frowned subconsciously, the situation seemed a little abnormal.
"Let's go and have a look." Yang Si looked at the poetry temple on the top.
Just when Yang Si and Chu Yi were about to step into Shanben, a carriage suddenly came out of the Poetry Temple.
The two of them turned sideways to give way, and found that it was the carriage they had met when they came.
The coachman didn't even look at them, and just drove the carriage out leisurely.
The difference from when I came here was that I felt like I was being chased by a dog, but now I was leisurely and walking leisurely.
"Come out after offering incense? Are you in such a hurry just to come over and offer incense?" Yang Si complained speechlessly.
Chu Yi on the side glanced doubtfully, frowned slightly, but didn't say much.
Soon, Yang Si and his party came to the inside of this poetry temple. There were really many people.
However, Yang Si noticed that most of the people who came in to offer incense were ordinary people, and there were only a few truly wealthy families.
However, how can ordinary people have so much time to come and offer incense?
Moreover, the popularity of poetry temples in a region means that the people in this region are not living a good life, or are relatively unhappy.
After all, it is generally only when humans are powerless that one begins to believe in and pray for such illusory gods and ghosts.
However, according to Yang Si's understanding, although the Three Holy Kingdoms on the border have begun to stir up trouble in Xixiang City, they have not affected the interior of the Western Territory of Daxia so far.
Logically speaking, it would be great if this mirror-centered poem could be popular. How could it be so prosperous?
The whole Poetry Temple is not big, and there don't seem to be many monks. The faint smell of sandalwood floats in the Poetry Temple.
There didn't seem to be much interaction between the monks and the common people offering incense, and everything seemed normal.
"Do you feel something is wrong?" Yang Si turned his head and looked at Chu Yi.
"There's nothing wrong with it except that there are more people. But I don't know why, but I feel very uncomfortable in this poetry temple." Chu Yi frowned and said.
"Is there any?" Yang Si frowned and felt it carefully, and sure enough he found that the Turtle Breath Dafa Qi in his body was actually resisting the environment here.
What's here?
There is nothing except a hint of sandalwood.
Is there something wrong with this sandalwood?
Yang Si sniffed it carefully. It was no different from ordinary sandalwood, and he didn't feel anything unusual.
Strange?
Yang Si was a little puzzled.
Afterwards, Yang Si took Chu Yi and Xiao Yanzi and began to wander around the Poetry Temple.
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At the same time, outside the Poetry Temple, on the top of a big tree, Ling Yu was hiding among the lush branches and leaves, looking at Jing Xin Shi and frowning slightly.
He also felt that something was wrong with this Jing Xin Shi, but after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't see anything wrong.
Moreover, his main target now is still the Yang family's troubles, and this Jing Xin Shi is not a big deal.
Ling Yu observed those few monks and found that the tallest one was a warrior in the third realm, and most of them were ordinary monks.
If she wanted to, Chu Yi, who was following Yang Si, could slaughter this poetry temple by herself.
Thinking of this, Ling Yu no longer paid attention to the situation of this poetry temple, but concentrated on waiting for the fish to take the bait.
In the Poetry Temple, Yang Si, Chu Yi and Xiao Yanzi had gone through all the tours and found nothing unusual.
Except for a few monks' Zen rooms, after all, it's not good to break into other people's rooms.
I've also looked around and found that there's nothing hidden in those small meditation rooms.
Even Yang Si and Chu Yi each offered a few sticks of incense, but there was nothing wrong.
Judging from the sky, it was getting closer to evening, but there were more and more pilgrims in this small Jingxin poem.
"It's strange, there are too many pilgrims in Jingxin Poetry." Yang Si said in confusion after walking out of the Poetry Temple.
"It's indeed a bit much." Chu Yi nodded.
This is a poetry temple, and there is definitely something wrong with it, but I can’t figure out what the problem is, which makes people crazy.
"Besides, the number of monks that have recently increased in Xixiang City is obviously not from here." Yang Si rubbed his temples.
This mirror-centered poem is too small.
Although something is wrong everywhere, in such a small poetry temple, you can basically see it clearly by walking around, and there is really nothing out of the ordinary.
"Forget it, go back." Yang Si said helplessly.
Perhaps it was my own psychological suggestion that I had a bad feeling about the monk.
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