I’m Really Not an Invincible Master

Yang Yingcheng checked the map given by the boss.

After searching for a long time, I finally determined.

It's really not far from the border here.

After a long time, Zhuge Murong replied in a huff: "Leopard... Leopard Ridge."

This should be Leopard Ridge.

It's getting closer and closer to the border.

I should have found my way home soon.

Regardless of the name or the actual situation, not a three-year-old child can guess that there must be many leopards here that are the same as those in the distance, no wonder Zhuge Murong is so scared.

Several people were silent, only hearing howling from an unknown direction.

Zhuge Murong looked at Li Mu tremblingly: "Brother...I'm afraid."

Li Mu was stunned for a moment.

After a while, the leopard disappeared.

Everyone didn't know, and the two leopards didn't know when they disappeared.

Li Mu yawned and continued walking.

After about ten minutes, I came to the temple in the mountain.

Looking at the surrounding environment, it is also lively when it is said to be barren, but it is **** when it is said to be lively.

The place is very large, but the road is uneven, there are sand and stones, but you can see many people who come to the incense.

People's clothes are simple and messy, even a little dirty.

There are oil stains, lime, and various pigments mixed together.

Li Mu and Feng Jiajia stretched their waists one by one, looking tired, and at first glance they were the result of not having a rest last night.

Feng Jiajia looked at Zhuge Murong, who had no expression on his face: "Thanks for your hard work last night."

Zhuge Murong was silent.

Surrounded by the environment, they suddenly felt a sense of majesty.

This is a fairyland on earth.

They finally realized why ancient poets were willing to live in the mountains and forests.

But the scenery in front of you is more beautiful and heroic than the Three Gorges.

The river is so clear, there is no trace of yellowing on the towering mountains,

And looking at the road that they used to pass, every ten meters is a green circle, one after another, and at the end, the innermost ring, they know that the area only ten meters away is wide.

Although bleak, it is not clear.

The apes on both sides of the strait could not keep crying, and the boat had passed the ten thousand mountains.

They realized it.

There was the sound of apes and birds, Zhuge Murong and Feng Qianqian's worries, and the vicissitudes of the boatman's cry.

There is still wind...

Yang Yingcheng looked at the sky in a daze, a dark cloud enveloped her.

The sky began to float with drizzle, not too big or too small, every drop of rain hit Yang Yingcheng's body, which involved Yang Yingcheng's senses time and time again.

The three of them passed through the green mountain, and the scene that appeared later was the same as the scene where Li Mu and others had arrived earlier.

Fogao Temple is a temple clearly standing on the top of the mountain.

From the entrance, the scale is not large, but it can smell the smell of burning incense, and there are many pilgrims looking like it.

It's not lively or deserted.

The quaint feeling is totally natural.

Suddenly a bald-headed monk ran to his window, folded his hands together, and said, "Good for the donor."

The little monk looked plain, his eyes narrowed when he smiled, and there were two small dimples, which gave people a dexterous feeling.

His voice was like himself, crisp and joyous.

"Three benefactors, you are new at first sight. Our temple is the most spiritual. Do you want to burn incense for the Buddha? I hope you will be safe and secure, and your wishes will come true."

One can guess that he has been saying this for a long time, just like reading lines.

Finally, a few of them burned the incense, and then slammed them three times to the Buddha.

When I got up, I saw the little monk looking at him with two round eyes.

"What's wrong..." Li Mu asked.

"Donor, you spent fifty taels of silver in total." The little monk said lightly.

Feng Jiajia and Li Mu glanced at each other, then laughed poutingly.

The little monk was taken aback when he saw this, then frowned, and began to panic.

I thought that a few of them would not buy it.

Sure enough, Li Mu was serious.

"You didn't say in advance that we need to pay for burning incense and worshiping a Buddha!"

"Now that you spend a total of fifty taels of silver, little monk, you are not secretly collecting money from the above."

The little monk swallowed fiercely after hearing this.

Suddenly I saw something, put away the previous appearance, and said obediently: "Amitabha. Three benefactors, the little monk will take you to meet the high monks."

"Donors, please forgive the little monk once. The little monk will never lie to you anymore, and you haven’t lied to it..."

At this time, the door was opened underground, and Zhuge Murong jumped in violently, frightening the little monk.

Thought there was nothing except.

Soon, Yang Yingcheng and Feng Qianqian also followed in.

Feng Qianqian and Feng Jiajia's eyes met in the air for a moment, and Feng Qianqian happily ran towards Feng Jiajia.

Before he rushed into his arms proficiently, he was stopped by Li Mu.

Feng Qianqian glared at Li Mu unclearly.

Rested in the temple for one night.

The next day, everyone was ready to continue on their way.

The Buddha Temple was moistened by drizzle overnight.

The scent of mud and trees is exuding all around.

Every monk is doing what he should do.

Some young monks swept the fallen leaves with broomsticks.

Some Feng Jiajia beat Muyu to recite sutras in front of the Buddha.

Sitting alone under a big locust tree, frowning and chattering all the time, the grieving sticks are very conspicuous.

The few people who had finished their breakfast walked towards the big locust tree, and before they even approached, they looked like a mouse when they saw a cat, hiding their faces and preparing to run away.

"It turned out to be the donors. I thought I had auditory hallucinations just now. I'm really embarrassed and embarrassed."

The little monk's figure is the same as his face, voice, and personality.

dexterity.

Li Mu chuckles, the end of his eyes is a charm that cannot be erased.

"Look at what you're afraid of, what's the matter, was bullied yesterday?"

Li Mu just chuckled and didn't want to tell Shi Gun about this anymore. He pulled Zhuge Murong out from behind, put it aside, and rubbed her hair.

He stopped when he saw a group of people walking towards him, and happened to stop under the big locust tree.

The big locust tree is so big that it can cover hundreds of people. If it is not surprisingly eye-catching, it will not be noticed.

The leaves of the big locust tree are big and green, and the trunk is thick and long.

It's an old tree.

It became a symbol of the Buddha Temple.

Everything is so peaceful and harmonious.

The old monk saw the middle-aged and walked over and said.

"Dear donors, old monks are polite."

The visitor was very polite, and at first glance, he was an eminent monk.

They frowned at the same time, at a loss.

And the old monk under the tree also came over.

Approaching, the two old monks walked side by side.

It's exactly the same, without the slightest difference.

The same action, the same face.

"This……"

Several people were startled at the same time.

Don't understand what is going on?

This place is so strange.

How come there are exactly the same people?

Could it be that there is an illusion?

I don't know if I can live to see the master master.

This road is really hard.