There are also Taoist priests in the Goddess Temple.
It's just that their mobile phones seem to be more fun, and they are completely indifferent to the guests entering the temple, as if they haven't seen them, and they don't even try to persuade them to pay for incense...
But Lu Wenming, who has always been stingy, took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code to donate 66 yuan.
There was a voice prompt for collecting money in the temple. Liu Qing, who was coming back from worshiping the Guanyin statue, saw this and said sarcastically: "I'm just trying to make a last resort. Donate more. This little money is not enough to buy incense. How can the gods help you?"
Lu Wenming just smiled calmly at him and ignored him.
"Humph, just pretending."
Liu Qing spat and ignored him. He only waited to go up the mountain to watch Lu Wenming's show. This trip was full of crises. It was lucky that he was an ordinary person. How could Lu Wenming, who had stepped in with half a foot, die? Do not know at all.
Lu Wenming did not quarrel with him.
After all, he engages in pseudo-historical theory, and there are so many people criticizing him. If you want to argue, there is nowhere to argue.
He studies history and doesn't care whether his research results can be recognized. He just wants to know the truth. Now he pays homage to gods and searches for mountain ghosts.
Because history has not only the line of materialism, but also the line of ghosts and gods...
"Everyone is ready, let's go up the mountain."
Professor Wang had a smile on his face and was very interested. He had already taken out his SLR camera from his bag, not only to record the scenery, but also to take some particularly interesting photos.
The more bizarre things get, the less afraid he is.
Perhaps it was because ordinary people like them had nothing to do when they went up the mountain, which gave them confidence. An Qing pulled Li Keer and smiled and said, "I just asked the staff at the temple. They seemed to have heard a cat meowing on the mountain yesterday."
"Maybe Ke'er's cat is on the mountain."
"We'll shout its name more later."
Director Zhang smiled and said, "No problem. There is a convenience store outside the temple. We replenished a few bottles of water. We shouldn't be afraid of not having enough water when we go up the mountain."
"Let's go."
Peng Hua took a deep breath. The mentality of their mages was completely different from that of ordinary people...
But the strange thing is that after walking for nearly half an hour, nothing happened.
An Qing and the others shouted "Xiaoxiao" until they almost lost their voices. Professor Wang also helped shout a few times, but after all, they were middle-aged men, and mountain climbing was physical work.
Director Zhang didn't care about the cat's life or death, he just shouted to help in a symbolic way.
"Hey, you grown men, please help me too."
An Qing was a little angry. It would be fine if these Taoist priests were like before. They were all huddled there without any trouble. Are all Taoist priests such dark characters?
Peng Hua prides himself on being righteous and somewhat chauvinistic.
At this time, I couldn't save my face, so I opened my mouth, wanting to argue something, but I didn't know where to start, so I had to help shout in a low voice: "Xiaoxiao..."
When An Qing saw the results, she immediately looked at Liu Qing.
As a result, Liu Qing glared at her fiercely. The little girl was admired by the boys in college. Wherever she had been wronged, she had to reason. Cheng Wei grabbed Liu Qing and whispered: "Please help me." Well, it’s not good to make a noise.”
As he spoke, he winked at Professor Wang.
Liu Qing came back to her senses and had no choice but to shout reluctantly. Because of Professor Wang's identity, it was basically impossible for him to be attacked by ghosts and gods. Even if he was an unorganized god like a mountain ghost, he was still a god.
If you are a god, you must follow the rules.
Therefore, in the end, the only one who could support them and call the police for emergency treatment was Professor Wang...
So the group of people started calling the cat's name.
"Meow~!"
After a while, a cat meow suddenly came from the mountain, and everyone was stunned. Li Keer rushed out happily: "It's Xiaoxiao!"
"etc!"
Cheng Wei tried to stop him, but An Qing had already run after Li Ke'er. Several mages looked at each other and felt bad, but they couldn't leave Li Ke'er and An Qing alone at this moment.
The group followed, only to find that Li Ke'er and An Qing were induced by the cat's meowing and ran into the side path.
Unlike the mountain path built from the Goddess Temple to the top of the mountain, which also has wooden handrails, the path here only has quiet shrubs on both sides and bluestone steps...
"There's no way to explain someone's loss. Let's follow him and take a look."
Professor Wang said lightly and took the lead on the trail. As soon as he said this, the others had no choice but to follow. After all, they were here to investigate the mountain ghost and could not hide when something happened.
Fortunately, I can always see Li Keer and An Qing.
After walking for more than ten minutes, even Professor Wang noticed something was wrong. Was it... foggy?
"It's getting foggy?"
"Don't stop, we can't see them anymore, hurry up!"
Although everyone felt something was wrong, they had no choice but to speed up and shuttle through the mist. There were gradually more bamboo forests on both sides. When they walked to an open place, there was an open space in the forest. There was a bamboo building in the open space, and An Qing and Li Ke'er were in front of the bamboo building. Stand.
"What's wrong?"
Professor Wang took a photo of Zhulou and then went up to ask An Qing.
An Qing pointed to the two stone fox sculptures in front of the bamboo building and said in shock: "Teacher, look at the style of that stone sculpture..."
"Well... got Sengoku."
Professor Wang is an archaeologist, so he is naturally very good at dating cultural relics.
After seeing the fox stone carving, he looked at the lamp holder next to the stone carving, the eaves and angles of the bamboo building, the design style, and the tea set on the stone table in the courtyard: "This pottery pot craftsmanship..."
Walking into the courtyard, Professor Wang picked up the jar on the table and looked at the bottom of the jar.
Then he picked up a pottery bowl and played with it in his hands. He was sure that the thing was definitely real, but it was just too well-maintained.
"They are all good things. If someone pretends to be a ghost, the cost is not small."
"Teacher, how much is this tea set worth?"
"Let's start in ten years."
"Era?"
"No, it's the sentencing standard for selling cultural relics."
Professor Wang smiled and put the things down. Although they were expensive and valuable, if you still want to be greedy at this time...
"The guest is here, please have tea."
At this time, a female voice suddenly sounded, and then Professor Wang saw the tea in the clay pot slowly rising visibly to the naked eye... And the voice that spoke...
Professor Wang swallowed and slowly turned around to look at the two fox statues.
Lu Wenming, who was still outside the door, clearly saw the fox statue showing a polite smile, as if welcoming guests...
"Yes, do you want some tea?"
Director Zhang swallowed nervously. He was not afraid of invisible ghosts and gods. The stone sculpture even spoke, and his voice naturally trembled uncontrollably as he asked the professionals.
However, professionals say…
"Didn't you break the ingot?" Zhao Qingxue touched Lu Wenming with her elbow. Lu Wenming groaned and nodded. She whispered: "Take it out quickly!"
"oh oh."
Lu Wenming immediately opened his backpack, and Zhao Qingxue helped him take out two stacks of ingots. He quickly ran to the statue and bowed, took out the incense from the bag, and respectfully offered the incense to burn the ingots.
Liu Qing and the others' expressions changed when they saw this. It wasn't that they felt this behavior was shameful, but that they had brought a bunch of magic weapons, except for the ingots and incense...
"Hahaha……"
Lu Faqiu smiled and took out two apples from his bag and gave them to one of the statues. Then he swaggered inside, picked up the clay pot, poured a cup of tea, and drank it in one gulp while everyone watched.
