8 Fenggeji Temple "Mr. Feng is very interested in Kamei?" Hyoumi smiled, his slender eyes narrowed.
I pressed my hand on the two-meter-high stone tablet and slowly traced my fingers across the surface of the mottled writing. The ancient Japanese characters on the stone tablet described the origin and magic of this ancient well. Many miraculous words were used.
It was translated into many languages and spread around the world, and became more and more popular.
"When the 'Well of Psychics' was created, the specific year has not been verified, but one thing is certain. In the Muwanzhoushan area, this well was the first to have supernatural powers, and then the 'Undead' was built next to the well.
The pagoda', and finally Fengqiu Temple appeared, strictly protecting the sacred well and the ancient pagoda. If Mr. Feng is interested, he might as well go to pray in front of the pagoda first, and then come back here.
The answers you need to know will appear..."
The soldiers talked eloquently, and these familiar clichés were already memorized.
"Really?" I asked with a smile. Facts have proved that the word "psychic" is just a hype gimmick. Of the 10,000 people who go to the temple to pray, not even one may get guidance. All of them
Miraculous legends are just the result of spreading rumors.
Bingjian wrinkled his smooth forehead and grinned: "Mr. Feng, the word 'serious' is the most important thing in this world. Moreover, even if the Buddha really wants to show his spirit to the world, it is impossible for everyone to take care of it every day."
You have to come here, don't you?" The gray monk's robe he wore was a bit thin, and after standing by the pool for a long time, his lips gradually turned pale from the cold.
I squatted down and put my hands into the pool. The water was cold, clear, and deep. I could clearly see the tiny aquatic plants four meters below the surface of the water. Further down, it gradually turned into a deep dark green, and then
Then nothing can be seen. According to records, no matter whether there is drought or flood, the water in the well only reaches the edge of the pool and then stops, neither overflowing nor falling down.
There is no way to check the information, but at least the two times I went to Fenggeji Temple, the water situation has not changed, and it is exactly level with the surface of the pool.
"The water is cold, Mr. Feng, be careful of frostbite on your blood vessels." Bing saw the kind reminder and took a few steps back, as if he couldn't withstand the cold air rolling up from the well.
I retracted my hands and stroked the fluffy moss on the edge of the pool. The water surface was not calm. The mountain wind was only responsible for one thing. The key point was that there seemed to be an undercurrent rolling constantly at the bottom of the well, forming layers of tiny waves on the water surface.
In my opinion, the "warnings and guidance" the world gets from the water are just irregular ripples caused by whirlpools. How to interpret them depends entirely on one's boundless imagination.
"Master Hyoumi, how deep is this well?" I only care about physical issues. Of course, according to the tourism information, the "Well of Psychics" is unfathomable and should lead directly to the "Eye of the Sea". Just like the "Well of the Undead"
"Pagoda" is a tool used by the ancients to "suppress the sea eye". The government is considering building another pagoda to suppress the "spiritual well".
The Japanese go to great lengths to "grandstand". Just as the Koreans can declare the "Dragon Boat Festival" as their country's "Masterpiece of Oral and Intangible Heritage of Humanity," it is extremely untrustworthy if it is seen in promotional materials.
Seeing that Bing had retreated to a place ten steps away from the pool, he replied with a serious expression: "Mr. Feng, this question has been best described in the tourist information - unfathomable, this is the only answer."
This patio is surrounded by blue-grey verandas on all sides, with six portals leading out, making it extremely deep.
It was not yet the twilight moment, but for some reason, as soon as I stepped into the temple gate, I felt like it was dark, as if there was an invisible haze that was suppressing me heavily, making me unable to move. I knew I had to keep moving two steps forward.
In the heavy courtyard, in a larger and broader patio, is the most famous Buddhist building in Hokkaido - the "Tower of the Dead".
The temple was extremely quiet. It seemed that except for Bingjian and I, there were no other monks. There was not even the sound of chanting sutras. We walked all the way to the courtyard at the back, but we didn't meet any monks on the way.
.You know, there are no less than 400 people in Fengge Temple, including monks and handymen, how could they suddenly disappear completely?
After passing a gray-white moon cave door, you are faced with an extremely empty patio - it is not actually a patio, but a huge square of 60 meters square. In the center of the square is a thick and majestic ruby-white tower, nearly 20 meters in diameter, and straight and tall.
Up. The surrounding temples and palaces all become insignificant ant nests in comparison. Standing at such a close distance to observe the pagoda, you have to tilt your neck hard to see its spire, which makes people feel filled with joy.
Feeling "small and humble".
On the first floor of the pagoda, there are four doorways, east, west, north and south. There are no excessive decorative patterns, but simple, large white stone arches with a height of nearly three meters and a width of more than one and a half meters.
"Mr. Feng, it's a pity that the tower has been undergoing winter renovation work recently. I can't invite you to the top of the tower to see the sea view. I'm really sorry." Bingjian frowned, but it was definitely not because of the regret of "not being able to climb to the top."
But there are other reasons.
"Viewing the sea from the top of the tower" is indeed one of the big things to do when visiting Fengkeji Temple. It is definitely a pity that you can't climb to the top, but I am not convinced by his reason of "winter repair" because it is quiet on the tower.
There's not even a human figure, so how can we repair it?
This square is paved with the same ruddy white stone slabs. When I look at the ground intently, I can't help but wonder: "Is the legendary 'Sea Tomb of the Gods' down here? Where is the road leading to that mysterious place?"
?” The square is so vast and paved with thousands of stone slabs. Who knows which one has a mystery hidden under it?
There are spiral staircases inside the pagoda leading to the spire. I had already visited it when I was here last time.
If the pagoda is the "arrow" in "One Arrow Pierces the Heart", then I now begin to suspect that the target of this arrow is not the Xunfu Garden, but a more distant place. The direction of Fengqiao Temple
It is an angle of 30 degrees due west by south - there is only the boundless sea in this direction. In this way, it can be interpreted that the target of "one arrow piercing the heart" is a certain place in the vast sea, maybe a certain
Island...
When I strolled towards the pagoda, I realized that it was no wonder that I felt shrouded in haze. It was because the architectural layout of Fengqie Temple was high on the outside and low on the inside. With the "Tower of the Dead" as the center, the closer I got, the higher the height.
The terrain gets lower. From the Moon Cave Gate where I just entered to the foot of the tower, the distance of 20 meters actually dropped by more than two meters.
In this way, the person standing by the tower is like being at the bottom of a huge pot, and one can imagine his depressed mood.
The stone crevices on the tower are covered with dark blue moss. Although the monks clean it every day, you can still see the irregular patterns left by water stains on the surface of the stone.
"Mr. Feng, I have seen the tower and the well. I wonder if you are still interested in other scenic spots in the temple?" Although Bingjian kept a smile on his face, I could see that his mood was rising.
Changes, gradually losing patience.
I looked directly at him: "Master Bingjian, I would like to ask you something. Where have all the old and young masters in the temple gone? They are not leaving today for a collective holiday, right?"
According to his seniority, he definitely cannot bear the title of "master". This is just a polite name for him.
The smile on Bing Jian's face immediately froze: "No? Everyone is meditating in their respective rooms and there is no time to run around..."
I pointed to the north of the pagoda and sneered: "The green smoke is lingering over the 'Xishui Hall', there must be important rituals going on. What? The temple does not welcome outsiders to visit? Do you need to deliberately hide it?"
"Xuisui Hall" is the place where Master Shenbei, the head of Fengge Temple, lives alone. Tourists have always been prohibited from visiting, but at the same time, it is only the residence of Master Shenbei, and there will never be such a thick smoke. Since then, it has been turned around.
At the beginning of the Moon Cave Gate, I noticed that the green smoke was constantly drifting in the wind. The strange thing was that I could only see the green smoke and not hear the sound of bells, drums, wooden fish, etc. What kind of strange ritual would it be?
Bing Jian was speechless and unable to answer at all.
From here to the "Marrow Washing Hall", you have to go around at least four winding corridors, and the distance stretches for more than one kilometer. I am not a nosy person. If I didn't have Tengjia's affairs in mind, I would be too lazy to ask questions.
There was an awkward silence between us. Bingjian coughed a few times and said vaguely: "Mr. Feng, that is the privacy inside our temple and has nothing to do with outsiders. Let's go and take a look elsewhere..."
I can only get straight to the point: "Master Hingmi, I know that there is a girl named Toka who has been sent to Fengqiao Temple to receive treatment from the monks. She is my friend, and we were together before she became a vegetative state.
.So, if this ritual is related to Miss Tengjia, please tell Master Shenbi that I hope to meet her and possibly give Master Shenbi some useful information..."
When I think of Toka's mysterious identity, I think of the weird rituals of Fengqiao Temple. In fact, what help can I give to people, besides describing in detail the strange events in the pyramid tombs, what else can I provide? That damn "Resurrection Sand"
"It didn't work at all. We were all deceived by Long Yelan.
Bing Jian's expression changed several times, and he stared at me with his mouth half open.
I know that the ritual ceremony was held for Tengka, and I hit the mark on Hingjian's heart.
"That's a matter in the temple. I have a low position and don't know anything about it. I'm sorry." Bingjian politely declined. Indeed, given his status, he was only a little higher than an ordinary handyman, and he was not even qualified to participate in rituals.
No.
I strode towards the Moon Cave Gate due north, having made up my mind to "break in".
Bing was stunned when he saw it, and Huo jumped up, stretched out his hands to block me in front of me, and his face darkened: "Mr. Feng, the temple rules are strict, please don't trespass."
At this time, as the sun sets in the west, all the sunlight is blocked by the west wall of the temple, and the line of sight begins to gradually blur. I believe that dusk in Fengqie Temple will come earlier than elsewhere, and everyone seems to be living in a huge
Bottom of the Well - Suddenly, I remembered the hallucination described by Guan Baoling. She had always had the feeling of "sitting in a well and looking at the sky". Could it be what I feel now?
I couldn't help but suddenly looked up at the sky. Sure enough, I felt that the dim sky looked particularly ethereal and distant, completely like the artistic conception of "sitting in a well and looking at the sky". A bone-chilling chill suddenly filled my whole body, and I couldn't help shivering hard, and my whole body was shaking.
It shook four or five times.
If Guan Baoling had such strong feelings in the hallucination, could what she said be a true experience? She was not lying to anyone at all, but she truly had a strange encounter in another time and space?
I touched the black silver ring again through my clothes, and at the same time, I thought of my other mission in coming to Fengqie Temple, which was to find Ruishika and ask her.
"Mr. Feng, please don't rush in. Otherwise, the young monk is bound to be offended." Bing saw that the smile on his face had subsided, and his wrist bones, elbow bones, and shoulder bones were all rattling, which was naturally a move of his muscles.
a precursor to.
From the way he walked, I had already seen that he at least had extraordinary attainments in karate and judo - "I just want to see Miss Fujika, can you be accommodating?" I held back, because after all, I was here.
It is not the time to be competitive and show off in a Japanese temple. Besides, I just want to meet Master Kambei. If it is for Toka's benefit, he will definitely meet me.
Bing saw that the joints in his body were clicking more intensely, and he slowly took a step back with his right foot, turning into a lunge that was most suitable for punching, and silently rejected my request.
Looking to the north in the direction of "Xui Xi Tang", the green smoke is getting thicker and thicker. It seems that thousands of incense candles are lit at the same time. However, there is no sound of chanting sutras or banging wooden fish in the air, which is indescribable.
Weird. Any kind of religious ceremony, in addition to burning incense and burning paper, must also include chanting and beating. This is an indispensable fixed procedure.
"Okay, let's offend each other for once -" I didn't make any preparations. I raised my front foot and inserted it between Bing Mian's legs, and then bumped his chest with my shoulder.
Seeing this, Bing twisted his body to avoid my collision. He put his hands on my shoulders and twisted them with force, which was exactly the cruel technique in judo. Although he was a monk in a temple, he had no "sense" in his attacks.
The concept of "mercy", with this twist, the purpose was to dislocate my right shoulder and lose my fighting ability.
I had already calculated his adaptability, so when his hand touched my shoulder and started to exert force, he suddenly screamed, fell backwards, and hit the back of his head heavily on the stone floor, and blood immediately flowed out.
I dusted my sleeves and sneered: "Monks pay attention to compassion, and your attacks are more vicious than those of street gangsters. Is this the level of cultivation in Fengge Temple?"
The force of the rebound became stronger as it fell. The white slate floor was immediately painted with bright red lines, mottled like the brilliant cherry blossoms in spring.
Bingjian tenaciously jumped up like a carp, and parted his arms, turning them into karate "hand knives", still standing in front of me. Blood dyed his monk's robe red and kept flowing down.
"I'm very sorry. I just want to see Master Shenbi. Why bother to stop him?" I moved forward, unable to help his injury. He blindly blocked me from going to the "Marrow Washing Hall", which was tantamount to "a dog bites Lu Dongbin.
"Know good people's hearts", and if you are cruel to a foreigner you meet for the first time, you should give him some punishment, otherwise he will become even more lawless.
Bing Jian gritted his teeth, and a desperate bitter smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Mr. Feng, I would be derelict in letting you pass. Master Shenbi said that no one can step into the 'Marrow Washing Hall' without his permission."
Step. This is my duty. Even if I let you pass, you can only pass by stepping on my body..."
The gray wound on the back of his head was bleeding very quickly, and within a few words, a small pool of blood had formed at his feet. If he didn't receive emergency treatment this way, and then he would fight with someone, he would be bleeding very quickly.
Everyone died.
I sighed dejectedly, and was about to give up the idea of moving forward. I had no enmity with the soldier, so why should I hurt his life?
The phone in Bingjian's pocket suddenly rang. He took a few steps back and looked at me sideways while answering the phone. His tone was very respectful: "Yes, this is Bingjian. What? The host wants to see this Mr. Feng? Okay.
, I’ll ask Mr. Feng to come in right away, right now, right now!”
After he closed the phone, his expression turned from worry to joy: "Mr. Feng, Master Shenbi invites you in. I'm really sorry for wasting your precious time..." This 180-degree turn made me a little stunned.
, apologetically took out the handkerchief and handed it to him.
That black silver ring is now in my hand, heavy, and it perfectly matches my mood at this moment.
Bing Jian temporarily covered the wound with a handkerchief and led me quickly through the overlapping corridors, heading north.
I can feel that the terrain is getting higher and higher step by step. In the entire temple, the center of the pagoda is the lowest point of the terrain. At this time, I really want to take out the phone and exchange a few words with Xiao Kereng. Regarding Xunfu Garden, she is the person in charge.
, he must have many original ideas about the complex layout of Fengge Temple, but this idea was just a thought, and before he could implement it, Bingjian had already pointed forward with a wry smile: "