Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

“Tourists stop!”

He blocked the way in front of him with a stone.

Sure enough, this is the inner courtyard. Generally, only monks from their own courtyard can pass here. The management is quite strict, which I have heard for a long time. Because the Da Ci'en Temple has a collection of cultural relics and scriptures from past dynasties, most of which are national first-class cultural relics, so internal management is very important, and each monk of different levels has relevant regulations.

Where not to go and where not to stay too much.

Otherwise, you will get into trouble.

Therefore, it is because of such strict management that the cultural relics here are properly preserved, even as good as those in any museum in the world.

There has never been an incident of serious theft.

I hesitated to go in and take a look.

"I'm not a tourist!"

Then I just ignored those words and carefully got into the bushes inside. Then I looked around and saw no one, so I felt relieved a little.

I just looked ahead carefully.

This seems to be a house carved out of stone.

There are some characters written on it that I don't recognize. It should be a kind of symbolic memory, not words. I can still distinguish some Indian characters from Buddhism and later Indian characters.

It was a rather large plaque hanging over the door.

The copper door was closed tightly, and a big lock hung on it, all covered with dust.

"There should be no one here on weekdays."

I analyzed and walked along the steps above.

There are all high and low buildings all around, but they are not like the houses clustered together in a big city. There are quite large gaps between each building, and they are not regular. Some exotic flowers and plants are planted in the gaps, and the fragrance is fragrant.

"Strange, why are those people missing?"

I kept chasing in the direction where the men carrying the stones walked, but I had to be careful of the guardian abbot, so it seemed that I had lost track.

After all, this is my first time here, and I have never been here as a tourist before.

"Hey, have you heard?"

At this time, I was about to look for it, and two young monks came out, seemingly talking and laughing.

They walked over the stone road and looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old.

"What's wrong?"

"Uncle Guardian has been mysterious these days and doesn't know what he is doing..."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense."

Another monk warned him, "You just came here not long ago, right?"

"How do you know?" The young monk touched his head, "I used to light fires in another temple, so I don't understand the rules here."

"That's no wonder. From now on...it's better to talk less."

After speaking, the two people left cautiously.

Sure enough, there is something strange, even the little monk here is mysterious.

Is there really something wrong with that so-called guardian uncle?

I continued walking along the place where they came from. Finally, I found the West Garden and walked in carefully.

"What's this?"

I found some stone debris scattered everywhere on the ground, but it was a little different from the surrounding bluestone roads. Those stones...

No, it seems to be porcelain tiles.

Why is there porcelain here? I am puzzled.

I walked straight in along the small door, carefully avoiding the young monks who were going back and forth.

"No, there's someone!"

Suddenly, just when I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, I heard the footsteps of the monk, but there was no way out, what should I do? When I turned around, I realized that there was a wooden door in front of me. I pushed it open, walked in, and closed the door.

Sure enough, a monk walked past the door.

"Hey, it's safe!"

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is……"

I saw that this place seemed to be a construction place, with sawdust and pieces of wood everywhere, old and new.

What is this for?

I stared around, and sure enough, in a corner, I found a few boxes.

After opening it, there were actually... some jars, tightly gagged.

"Isn't this a bar where the monks hide?"

I laughed.

Then he picked up a can and shook it violently, but it was not liquid.

"What is that?" I wanted to remove the plug, but it seemed to be growing on it and I couldn't pull it out at all.

"I still don't believe it."

When I saw no one around, I carefully smashed the stall open.

"ah?"

"Golden Buddha Head!"

It was so heavy when I picked it up just now. I didn't expect it to be a golden Buddha head the size of a fist, lifelike, and cut off from the neck. "

this……

Are these jars filled with...

"squeak!"

Suddenly, someone pushed in the door.

I quickly found a place to hide, just under the pile of sawdust.

Damn it, who's coming at this time?

I didn't dare to get angry at this moment, so I carefully supported the person who came in. It turned out to be a monk, about forty years old, with his eyes pointed directly at the corner on my side.

Soon, he came towards me.