Predatory map of ominous birds

The boss looked like a typical Peking uncle, and it was best to brag about it on weekdays.Seeing that two people would listen to him, and it happened to be those old rumors, was not a big bragging rights. "You ask other people, he doesn't know. It's just right to ask me. My family has lived here since the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty." Speaking of this, Chen Jialuo wanted to spit on him at the time, "This alley Look at the roof of the house. It was built in the late period of the warlord melee. It was less than 80 years old at most... And in the Ming Dynasty, this was the place where nobles gathered and lived. You don’t look like you are from the same country. Hugh Tiao Tiao, how can it be said that he has lived here since Daming!"

But Chen Jialuo didn't say anything, instead he made a joke.Then the boss became more and more enthusiastic: "This area, it's not the Panda Alley, it's a string. In fact, this place is called Jimiao Alley!" Immediately, the two people cheered up, "And This kind of thing? What's going on there?"

Just as they were chattering, the place was already closed.Bo Fu stood up from his seat again - this time not only him, but all the statues in the entire hall were resurrected. "A large number of delicious fruits are ripe again hahahaha!" Bo Fu's voice echoed in the mansion, but nothing could be heard across the wall.The group of guys formed a group, and Bo Fu waved his hand and released a black sphere as tall as a person.Bursts of lightning erupted from the sphere, and human figures gradually appeared among the lightning and thunder. They tried their best to push up the surface of the black sphere, and they seemed to be trying to struggle out of it.

Bofu had done many bad things when he traveled through the endless void, one of which was that he made a part of his power into a collector—anyway, the five-color divine light can wipe out everything.It's no small thing to do.The function of this collector is to catch up with the worlds ruled by fantasy and cultivation.As long as it is the kind of underworld cultivating immortals, killing people, seizing treasures and grabbing luck, the world will be captured by this collector, and then these underworld heroes will be sent to Bofu by this collector after they ascend and ascend again—generally speaking , By this time, these people have eaten up all the treasures of that world, and their aura has been refined and purified to the point that it cannot be more pure. The whole body is the essence of the world he ascended, which is the most delicious and most suitable Great stuff as a tonic.Good things like this happen every now and then.Now is the time to harvest.Sure enough, the black ball dissipated under the control of Bofu, exposing several men and women in it—Bofu had used his own power to shield the rules of this world long before this, and at the same time blocked the rules of this space. Temporarily cut off from this world, so as not to cause chaos in this world.Those men and women are old and young, and most of them have names such as ancestors and real people. All of them are big demons of the world they were born in—anyway, in the world of underworld cultivators, anyone who can reach Ascension Everyone in this realm is an old devil, without exception...

These few people had just appeared, and before they could say: "What a thin aura!" they were pinched by Bo Fu and kneaded into several big living meat balls.Then he carefully selected one of them, and he threw the rest among the apostles.Next, Bofu bit off a large piece of the meat dumpling.Chewing and chewing in his mouth, "It tastes really good! This overflowing vitality! The mixture of rare birds and animals, spirit grass and fairy mushrooms in this world is delicious. Sure enough, it was beneficial to make a collector of the way of killing people, stealing goods and cultivating truth on a whim. !"

Bo Fu's mouth was full of greasy food, and his subordinates were also sharing the few meatballs, and they were also eating happily.And on the other side of the wall, Chen Jialuo happened to hear the boss say that the evil temple was considered to be at the peak of incense, and the Buddha statues in the temple seemed to be very effective-speaking of which, the boss is still laughing at it with revolutionary principles. The temple is regarded as a mud bodhisattva crossing the river and cannot protect himself. "I heard that the temple burned down a long time ago, and later this Zhenguo Temple was built here." Then he said vividly that the rule of the temple was that it would die after sunset No entry, even the monks in the temple have to build a house outside to sleep, but anyone who dares to enter after sunset, one counts as one, and all of them die inside... "They just disappeared, no one was born, and no one died. No corpse! Let me tell you, this is a story passed down from my family." The boss saw that Chen Jialuo and the fat man were clearly showing disbelief, and immediately walked into the room, and took out a package after a while.After opening the package, there were several ancient books. He carefully opened the pages, pointed to the words inside and said, "My ancestor is a scholar of Ming Dynasty. These are all the notes I wrote down in those years." Chen Jialuo saw that it was indeed Ming Dynasty. The pages are yellowed, and the words on it are handwritten rather than printed—this is a notebook of people at that time... Seeing the amazed expressions of these two people, the boss was very satisfied, and then Started talking nonsense again.

In this way, Chen Jialuo and Yang Shuo listened to the boss all afternoon and got a stomach full of old Beijing ghost stories, but in the end they couldn't be sure whether the rumors about the Zhenguo Temple were true or not, and it was getting late. You can only decide to come back the next day.

The next day, although Chen Jialuo and Fatty had visited Zhenguo Temple several times, it was the first time that they searched carefully with the idea of ​​looking for ghost stories.Chen Jialuo and Fatty pretended to be tourists and walked casually in this garden, but they were calculating in their hearts. "Sure enough... we walked along the fence yesterday, and we also calculated the shoreline of Jishuitan." Chen Jialuo opened an app on the tablet in his hand, which is an approximate calculator for the area of ​​complex terrain , He used the step counting function above to calculate the behavior just now, and then came to a conclusion that the area open to tourists only accounted for half of the area enclosed by the wall.Then he saw the wall inside the temple, where there was a door open and marked for tourists-it was obviously where the monks lived.Seeing that no one was paying attention, the two guys went in in a flash.There are not many monks in this temple, so there are actually not many monk houses. Chen Jialuo can judge with the naked eye that the remaining half is at most less than half here, "That means there is still a third. One is 'doesn't exist'!" But—the figure of a monk appeared in the courtyard, and the two guys had to leave the backyard quickly. (To be continued..)