Feng Jun was too lazy to explain to the priest on duty that as soon as he pressed the window sill with his hand, the whole person jumped out and disappeared silently on a rainy night.

But a minute later, he came back and said with a deep voice, "The man's smell is gone ... Hey, the rain is still a bit heavy."

At the window, although there are only ten centimeters of eaves, it is enough to ensure that some breath can remain temporarily.

But in the rain, all the smell will be quickly washed away by the rain.

The priest on duty did not want to believe his words, but when he saw this person moving quickly, he came back with a light and silent sound. The most important thing was that he could not see a drop of water on his body.

Therefore, he couldn't help but believe it. He asked softly, "Can you describe this person's breath?"

"This is indescribable," Feng Jun shook his head, breathing this thing, everyone is different, the similarities and differences of the subtleties, really can not be described in words.

He can only explain as much as possible, "This person's breath is heavy, and there is the kind of rot that is peculiar to the elderly ... For example, young people do not brush their teeth after getting up, maybe they will not breathe, but for the elderly, they must be Yes, and it's especially rushing. "

The breath of the elderly is really different from the breath of the young. Everyone said that a good Cuban cigar was rubbed from the girl's leg. No one said that the cigar rubbed from the leg of the old man was easy to smoke.

Leaving aside psychological factors, young and old people have different body odors.

As for his ability to judge that the other party is a secular person, it is also very simple, "There is no breath of incense where he has gone ... If he is a Buddhist or Taoist monk, this breath is not much, it must be a little."

Monks and priests burn incense every day, even after taking a bath and changing clothes, the incense of the body cannot be covered-of course, this breath will be very subtle, and may be masked by aromas such as shampoo or shower gel, generally fresh Someone can follow me.

But this smell cannot be concealed from Feng Jun.

The vigil of the vigil heard a dumbfounded face, but this did not prevent him from looking at each other with admiring eyes-Brother, you made a good point, and I was speechless.

Feng Jun frowned and thought about it, raised his hand to Ga Zi, Gao Qiang and Di Ai Xin, "In the middle of the night, you three in a room ... Ga Zi don't sleep alone in the standard room."

This arrangement is a bit strange, but all three men don't care. It's nothing more than to spend a night together, where can't sleep?

The rain stopped at dawn, and Feng Jun woke up and went to the cafeteria for breakfast.

The breakfast in Maoshan is still quite rich. Although it is a vegetarian restaurant, it has fried dumplings, boiled eggs, white rice porridge, potato shreds, pickles, hair cakes and fritters, and even old tofu-sweet and salty.

After breakfast, it was only half past seven, and the people began to walk up the mountain one after another.

As the eighth hole of the Daomen, Maoshan is not high, that is more than 300 meters, but ... the mountain is not high, and the fairy is the spirit.

Feng Jun and his team came to the site of the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony in less than an hour.

Shifangtang is really close to Maoshan Taoist Temple. People who enter Maoshan from other directions walk at least twice as much as they do. There are also many battery cars that pick people up and down.

There was a light rain in the sky again and again.

At 9:30, Maoshan's ceremony for the sacrifice of heaven officially began, and the crowd on the spot exceeded 10,000 people, with a distance of 20,000 ... estimated to be almost.

But this is already very good. It is raining in the winter, and the preparation time for this event is very short, even less than a month, so many people can come, it is enough to be content.

But of these, at least a thousand people are dressed in robes.

The ceremony officially began, Tang Wangsun came to power, first invited the leaders of the National People's Congress to speak.

The big leader Barbara spoke for a long time, and then the middle leaders came to power and spoke for a while. Finally, a number of small and medium leaders came to the stage to speak.

Seeing the rain and the big trend, the big leader finally began to urge Tang Tianshi to hold a ceremony.

In fact, it is still the set of legal affairs.

However, Tang Wangsun's work is in place. Let me briefly introduce the Daomen Gonggong Dade invited to you.

These high-powered great Delhi, some are superb, and some are inadequate. Feng Jun even saw the dark middle-aged man who was close to his own yesterday, the one who fell into the early days, this person came from Wangwushan ’s small clear sky, Surname Zheng.

Wang Wu was originally a temple of descendants, and the dojo was also stingy, but Zheng Daochang was actually the master of the temple, which made Feng Jun quite strange. The master of the temple is one of the five masters in the 18 heads of the three capitals, but this system, It is a ten-square jungle system, not a temple for descendants.

Feng Jun is here strangely. You are the Temple of the Descendants. It is already very weird to use the ten-square jungle system. This person is still walking under the banner of the lord?

In the ten-square jungle, although the master is only one of the five masters, which is worse than the third, but the status is quite lofty. In terms of identity, it is more respectable than the old master of the five masters.

The Lord of the House leads the Shifang Hall and makes friends with the world. They are first-class real power figures, but the Lord is responsible for etiquette and interpretation.

That is the interpretation of the Scriptures. It belongs to those who have the right to speak and distract from preaching and karma.

The popular saying is: in international relations, he defines the universal value.

Who is the master, who is the only cai, who is the civilization and the savage, it is all up to him.

But where Feng Jun finds it ridiculous is here.

The temple of the descendants is a tradition of mentoring and apprenticeship. The most important thing is the continuation of the family tradition. Some good things are hidden. It is not like the jungle of the ten squares.

It ’s enough for Xiaoyou Qingtian to apply the ten-party jungle system, and come up with a master. What the **** is this?

Because of doubts, Feng Jun glanced at Zheng Zhengzhu for a few more times. As a result, the man seemed to feel something. He looked sideways in the direction of Feng Jun and smiled slightly, revealing the big yellow teeth. .

This person ... a little interesting, Feng Jun moved a little in his heart, and whispered to Zhang Caixin and Ga Zi, "I'll leave for a while, the two of you stay, don't care about me."

A short time later, a young priest with a pale face came over and stood beside them.

Both Ga Zi and Gao Qiang gave him a vigilant look, but heard the Taoist whisper, "Look what to look at, and concentrate on the ceremony."

In fact, there is nothing to look at in practice. Gazi and Gao Qiang are bored. When he talks, his eyes light up.

Ga Zi looked around, and leaned over casually, whispering quietly, "Brother, you are so powerful, can you teach me?"

The young Taoist put his hands to his chest and looked intently at the front, but he said in his mouth, "Can you learn it? Practice the kung fu first, and then the rest."

Gao Qiang glanced at him with the afterglow in the corner of his eyes, and he was a bit suspicious. "Master, isn't this simple makeup?"

How can simple makeup make the body thin?

Feng Jun didn't answer, anyway, everyone knew who he was. It was enough for other professors to study, so I will go back and talk about it.

The ritual was done for almost an hour and a half, and then everyone came to a pavilion.

The pavilion is built on the mountain, and it is actually semi-open. In addition to one side leaning against the mountain wall, the other three sides are all gallery columns. The area of ​​the pavilion cover exceeds 200 square meters.

In the middle of the mountain side, there is a small, shallow cave with a height of more than two meters, a width of more than one meter, and a depth of less than three meters.

However, in such a small cave, there is a stone gate closed outside. Now the stone gate is pushed open, revealing a stone gui head. The gui head is about the size of a basketball, with a mouth open, and a stream of mung bean thickness. , Flowing from the beak of the gui head.

That's right, this cave is the "Golden Altar of Huayang"-of course, only a part of it, not all. It is said that San Mao Zhenjun once practiced here, and later the Taoist Master received the supreme method of the Qing Dynasty, which is also here Cultivated.

This gui head also has a history of hundreds of years. It is said that when the "Huayang Tian" is reopened, there will be a spiritual spring flowing out. Ordinary people drink the spiritual spring water, which can strengthen the body and prevent all diseases.

However, this stone door has not been opened for decades. The last time it was opened, it was because of the last century's iron and steel smelting. Some people heard that the gui head here is made of iron. They ran over and took a look.

The Taoist priests in Maoshan were frightened, and later they blocked the stone door with gravel, and some weeds and shrubs were planted on it ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ .

Strictly speaking, this stone gui head has not flowed out of spring water for nearly a hundred years, so that many Taoist priests in Maoshan thought it was just a legend.

However, Tang Wangsun and other high-level officials knew very well that the water is very simple, just add water to the pool above.

But this year is no more than a hundred years ago, there are too many artificial landscapes. It does n’t matter if you create a landscape, but you still have to name it Lingquan. Once stabbed out, it is really too much damage to Maoshan ’s name.

Of course, as long as Orthodoxy can continue, it doesn't matter if the name is damaged.

The big pavilion where everyone is located was actually built in recent years, and Maoshan is also discussing internally, whether to reopen Lingquan, so as to promote its reputation.

But Lingquan is really just a gimmick, so this matter has been on hold.

However, now with the Lingling Formation, you can do whatever you want, and Lingquan is not a problem.

In fact, although this stone turtle came out of a man-made spiritual spring, this was originally a small welfare of Jintan Huayang Tian.

The eighth hole heaven standard is not here, but in the mountain behind, it is a repair place, and tourists are not allowed to visit it.

The Maoshan Taoists led the spring water through the water trough to give the believers some favors, and at the same time collected some incense.

It must be pointed out that Master Tao in Guangda Maoshan is a famous doctor in his own right. In case of epidemics, he can also sprinkle the medicine into the water. Later, the director of the Tao often followed suit and did this good deed.

Maoshan ’s reopening of the Golden Altar Huayang this time will not expose Dongtian to ordinary people. Therefore, the reopening of the Shimen, the resurgence of Lingquan, and the publicity is the reopening of the eighth cave.

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