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Chapter 272 The Yellow River channel that has already shown signs of development

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    When Wang Changsheng came to the Yellow River section of Yumenkou, a wooden platform was being set up by the river. The people working on the river were all nearby river workers. This platform would be used for holding sacrificial ceremonies. There were lion dances on both sides of the platform.  The dragon team is rehearsing, and there are chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep in several cages, which are all prepared to be dedicated to the river god.

    Wang Changsheng looked away from there and stopped paying attention. This kind of sacrificial activity had nothing to do with his coming here this time. He just wanted to see if it was the year of reincarnation again this year.  What will happen? At least so far, there is nothing unusual about the river except that it is a little turbulent and the current is relatively fast.

    Wang Changsheng strolled by the river and looked at the river quietly. After walking back and forth, he saw a pavilion on the other side of the river. Several monks were sitting inside. One of them was wearing a very old cassock.  There are four monks standing there. These may be the monks of Nansong Temple that the old scholar in the library mentioned.

    He also knew a little about Nansong Temple. He heard from his second senior brother that this is also an ancient temple that has been around for thousands of years, but it is not well-known. Compared with temples such as Baima Temple, Xiaochan Temple, and Shaolin Temple, it can be said that it is  It was now unknown, not even as famous as the Beichan Temple where Master Huilun he met in Lingnan was, but the second senior brother told him that you must not underestimate Nansong Temple.

    There are not many monks in Nansong Temple. There are only about twenty monks in total. The temple area is not large, more than 300 square meters in front and back. There is only one main hall and a row of wing rooms in the backyard, so the incense is not very strong, probably only  It can maintain the normal operation of Nansong Temple, but all this is just the surface of Nansong Temple. Every abbot in this temple has immeasurable merit. He walks the world every three years to save the souls of the dead.  It started more than a thousand years ago and has never stopped until now.

    In ancient times, there were many wars. Basically every few years, people were devastated and wars were everywhere. The abbot of Nansong Temple would lead the monks in the temple to travel around the world, and even go directly to the battlefield to sit cross-legged to save the souls of those who died in the battle. This  The inheritance has never been interrupted and continues to this day. Before the liberation, they could still be seen on this land. However, after the liberation, the salvation of Nansong Temple gradually decreased a lot. In recent years, it has also  It rarely appears, so it is indeed correct to say that the monks of Nansong Temple are all meritorious.

    Seeing several monks from Nansong Temple opposite, Wang Changsheng also felt respectful. He bowed his hands to the people opposite from a distance.

    On the other side of the river, Master Mingchan, the host of Nansong Temple, also forgot to come over. Then he took a deep look at Wang Changsheng, frowned slightly, and was silent for a long time. When a monk next to him saw this, he saw that he had not moved for a long time, and his body had been shaking.  After being frozen, he asked in a low voice: "Master, what's wrong?"

    Master Mingchan shook his head, and after saying Namo Amitabha, he stopped talking and looked away from Wang Changsheng.

    That night, Wang Changsheng stayed temporarily near Yumenkou and found a farmhouse for help. He would also stay here for the next two days, always paying attention to the section of the Yellow River here, especially when he saw several people in Nansong Temple.  After becoming a monk, he had a premonition of great things to come.

    One day later, in the afternoon.  Wang Changsheng was still strolling by the river. When he had nothing to do, he found a place to sit and look at the river.

    At about three or four o'clock, two black Passats suddenly drove up in the direction of the river bank altar. After the car stopped, sixty or seventy people got out. The leader was a woman wearing a black jacket, jeans and travel shoes.  Wearing a pair of wide sunglasses and combing her short, delicate hair, she gave off a sassy look at first glance. The remaining men were all standing behind this woman.

    The woman in sunglasses put one hand in her pocket and paced back and forth by the river. She asked in a very calm voice: "From tonight onwards, you guys will be lined up and guarding the river, never leaving. What if tonight?"  If you have nothing to do, you have to wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day of folk sacrifices. After their memorials are completed, you immediately notify the local public security department and the national security department and have people blockade the area within ten miles.  No idlers are allowed to enter, and no one is allowed to come near.¡±

    After listening to the instructions, the people behind them all nodded and said, "I understand, Director Cao"

    Director Cao said "hmm", then looked at the direction of the monks of Nansong Temple with his hands behind his back, sighed, and said: "It's so sad that these masters are so embarrassed. I'll go over and say hello in a moment.  , you can leave now."

    Not far away, Wang Changsheng looked at the group of people getting off the Passat and vaguely realized that there were still people who thought something would happen here, and they had made adequate preparations, becauseEveryone in the gang has a strong Yang energy, especially the woman. Women are inherently Yin, but Director Cao's Yang energy is very strong. To put it bluntly, this is obviously a bunch of practitioners.  ah.

    A few hours later, it was midnight.

    The people who built the altar on the Yellow River have withdrawn, and the preparations have been completed. On both sides of the river, only a few monks from Nansong Temple and Director Cao's group are left, and they are obviously waiting in the car.  They stayed up all night until dawn, because they had to eat, drink, and relieve themselves here.

    Wang Changsheng hasn¡¯t left either, and he plans to keep a vigil tonight.

    There were several tents next to the Passat, with a bonfire lit in the middle. Director Cao sat by the fire with a bowl of noodles, glanced at Wang Changsheng not far away, and said, "Has this person been here all the time?

    "Ah, when we came over, I saw him there. He never moved much, just standing there like a fool," said one of Director Cao's men.

    Director Cao took a sip of noodle soup from his lunch box and said, "Is he stupid?"

    "Yes, he is young, lively, and does nothing. He is watching the river view here at night. What, there is a dragon girl in the river? Is he mentally a little abnormal?"

    Director Cao put the noodles on the ground, took out a napkin and said, "Believe it or not, you may not be his opponent. Do you know why?"

    The subordinate immediately asked in surprise: "How do you say this?"

    "Because there was a lonely wild ghost behind him just now. He just looked back and the wild ghost ran away. Can you do it?" Director Cao narrowed his eyes and said, "Which sect has such a young master?  , why didn¡¯t I hear it?¡± (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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