The two wooden doors, which had been used for an unknown period of time, had no patent leather and were filled with rough wood lint, looked like an abandoned old house in the wilderness.
Crack, squeak...
There was a noise inside. Someone removed the wooden bolt and opened the door. The door shaft made an unpleasant friction.
"Three donors, the young monk is polite. Is there anything you can do for me?" The young monk who opened the door looked about 14 or 15 years old, and his childish face was filled with innocence.
"Little master, we want to see the host again, and we need to know something about what happened outside!" Lin Xin stepped forward and said pleasantly.
"But, the master is chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha, and sister police officer, haven't you already asked?" The young monk pursed his lips somewhat unhappily.
"That's right, but there are some situations that we didn't ask clearly. More than 1,000 people disappeared. Such a big thing must be investigated clearly, right?" Lin Xin's tone became more serious.
"Then...okay!" Thinking about it, Lin Xin was right. The little monk stepped back and opened half of the door completely.
After crossing the threshold, which is about 40 centimeters high, the scenery inside the temple comes into view.
The first thing you see at the entrance is a courtyard. On the left is a fence made of straw, mud and bricks. The workmanship is rough and uneven, and it looks like it will fall down at any time.
Directly in front is a side hall, the door will be closed now, and on the right are several houses, which look like they are for monks.
Between the side hall and the room is a path leading to the backyard, about two people wide, and decorated with round door leaves.
"Come with me, the host is in the main hall at the back." The young monk led the way.
"Little Master, how old is this tree?" When passing by the Zen room on the right, Gao Shan suddenly stopped and asked as he stood at the old tree entrenched in front of the Zen room.
"Hundreds of years..." After saying something casually, the young monk scratched his head with some uncertainty and said: "I also heard from my senior brothers and uncles that this tree seems to have been there since the temple was not built.
Well, the small temple was built around this tree.
The person who built this temple said that it couldn’t be safer here with this old tree whose roots penetrate into the mountainside and firmly grasp the earth and rocks.”
Gao Shan nodded in agreement. If this tree is really hundreds of years old, its roots may have firmly climbed to the top of the mountain, and may have extended to the heart of the mountain.
But what made him stop was not the bare appearance of the tree, nor the huge rhizomes it lifted from the ground that were so thick that a person could surround them.
But in this tree, he seemed to notice something?
Not sure, Gao Shan raised his hand, and a silky green haze shot forward from his cuffs. He was not noticed by the young monk under the direct sunlight.
"Let's go, it's business to meet the host." Pretending that nothing happened, they turned around and walked through the wooden arch to the backyard.
A standard rectangular courtyard has a main hall in the middle, which looks to be about 40 square meters.
Between the main hall and the left wall, there is a very ordinary bungalow.
Facing the door was a pile of neatly sized firewood, and a coir raincoat and coir raincoat hanging beside the paper window.
Next to the coir raincoat stood a fishing pole, which was made of wood. Just from looking at it, the image of the people living inside became three-dimensional and full in my mind.
"There must be an outsider living here who is indifferent to fame and fortune and loves nature!" Several people thought in unison.
But compared to the images tumbling in Shangguan and Lin Xin's minds, Gao Shan's eyes had already shown the scene of the young monk wearing a coir raincoat and hat, holding a fishing rod and traveling in the mountains and rivers.
"Three donors, the abbot invites you to come in." The young monk who went to inform them came back.
"Thank you, little master." Lin Xin politely bowed to the little monk to express her gratitude.
The short hair on the shawl spread out, and the faint fragrance from the woman's body rushed towards him, causing the young monk to quickly wave his hands and retreat, then ran sideways out of the courtyard.
"Hehe, Captain Lin's charm is so incredible that even Buddha is tempted by him." Gao Shan said deliberately and teasingly.
"Don't talk nonsense." Lin Xin gave him an angry look and turned to look at the main hall with a little awe in her eyes.
Although as a public official, you must believe in party politics and science, but Lin Xin grew up with her grandma...
There are countless stories about ghosts and ghosts in the countryside. In addition, she had a serious illness when she was a child, and several doctors were in vain.
Grandma had believed in Christianity all her life, so she invited a few "sisters" from the church that night.
Lin Xin only remembered a few women wearing white hats and white divine servant costumes sitting under the pit head, and they were humming about something.
Later she fell asleep, and when she woke up the next day, her illness was actually cured.
This incident was the deepest memory of Lin Xin's childhood. Since then, she has stayed away from these ghosts and gods, and she has been in awe of them even if she cannot avoid them.
"Master Host, we are interrupting again." Standing outside the main hall door, you can see an old monk with a stooped back and a thin body sitting cross-legged in the center of the main hall.
Gao Shan was standing next to Lin Xin at this moment, but he did not look at the host, but looked up at the statue of the god enshrined in the hall.
Bodhisattva Holding the Ground, also known as Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, is also called Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Great Wish. "This is rare!" Gao Shan said secretly in his heart.
"Guys, please take a seat." The old host was very friendly and easy-going, neither pretentious nor pretentious. His words were straightforward, simple and clear.
After the greetings, Gao Shan first looked at Lin Xin, then looked at Shangguan, and found that neither of them had the intention to speak.
"Master host, I would like to ask where were the other monks except the two monks who were keeping vigil last night?" Gao Shan asked helplessly, bowing to the host.
He didn't really believe in this, but he bowed to the old host anyway, as if he were doing as the Romans do.
"Of course I was resting, it was already late at night," the old host said naturally.
"Oh?" Gao Shan looked at him with an astonished expression and said, "Such a weird thing happened outside. Didn't those two little monks who were keeping watch at night scream?
Have you been outside staring at the heavy fog for 2 hours, and then waited until everyone else was gone before you called someone?"
The old host said calmly: "Fogging is actually very common in the mountains, especially in the two seasons of summer and autumn.
The two of them just thought it was an accident and didn't pay much attention. When they found out that the head was gone, they hurriedly came to report to me!"
What the old host said was reasonable and well-founded. For a moment, Gao Shan was stopped by his question, and he instinctively wanted to put the question aside.
"No, that's not right. I remember a young master said before that when the fog started, he went to the main hall and looked at the watch...the one that said it lasted for 2 hours."
Lin Xin pointed to the little monk hiding half of his body outside the door, with a bulging belly and an equally bulging face, resembling Maitreya Buddha.
Staring at him with the eyes of an interrogating prisoner, that look clearly said: Are you lying?