Zhang Yi couldn't see any of this.

However, from the bumps in the car, I could feel that they were entering the mountain again.

And Mo Yanran, as a saint at this time, naturally can't ask more.

Master Xing said.

"The eyes of the saint seem to be full of curiosity about this place!"

Mo Yanran looked at the temple in the distance and said.

"Although she is a saint, she can only see the pilgrimage a few times, and where he is, I am naturally curious!"

Master Xing smiled.

"Seriously, this place, I'm curious too."

"Although I have been following the court for many years, there are too many mysteries about him. And this temple, the secrets it hides, only the courtiers know! ”

He seemed to be sighing.

Mo Yanran didn't say more, and if she said more, she would lose.

She is well aware of this.

The mountain road is winding.

Also in the performance of the off-road vehicle, it is very tough.

It was about four or five hundred meters outside the temple that the car stopped.

A relatively large open space.

It seems to be a dedicated parking lot.

Front.

You can see a huge temple built on the mountain.

In other words, the huge temple was not built on a mountain. Instead, it blends with the entire mountain in front of it, and in some places you can only see mountains and rocks, and in some places you can only see temples.

The colorful prayer flags make this temple look like the kind of temple in Tibet.

Then.

Mo Yanran followed Master Xing in front of her, along the winding steps of the mountain stream, all the way up.

The driver who drove the car was responsible for guarding Zhang Yi and followed behind.

About a few minutes later.

A few people had already reached the bottom of the main hall of the temple.

Outside the temple.

There are prayer flags, flying with the wind.

There is a prayer wheel, and there are traces of time on it, which are mottled.

No one touched it, but it was silent.

Seriously, Zhang Yi didn't expect it.

The legendary "pilgrimage" actually lived in a temple on a mountain.

On the walls of the temple, there are murals, but the style looks very weird, not the Tibetan kind of Bodhisattva Buddha statues, but all of them are some blue-faced and fanged demons and monsters.

The big ghost stepped on the little ghost, the giant demon killed and hunted humans, and the human beings were very small and weak in the mural.

The atmosphere of the picture is very weird.

This seems to mean something.

In front of the main hall of the temple, there is a plaque.

The purple gold-inlaid plaque is also mottled and has a sense of age.

It's just that the gold words on the top make people wonder.

Four words.

None of them recognized.

It is the Western Xia script, and with previous experience, Zhang Yi is still very sure of this.

The Western Xia script has long been lost.

It's unbelievable to be here.

Could it be said.

This legendary "court" has a certain relationship with the historical Western Xia Kingdom?

From the outside.

Inside the temple.

It's as black as ink.

The light on the side of the door didn't seem to be able to dispel the darkness inside.

Mo Yanran stood at the door, looking inside, as if she had walked into the mouth of a huge beast, as if she was about to be devoured.

Master Xing raised his head and looked at the plaque on the top of the temple.

He took a deep breath.

"Ah......h

"I'm finally here again, Pagbala Temple!"

Master Xing breathed deeply, as if the air around this temple made him very comfortable.

Zhang Yi was on his side, and he glanced at it, but he happened to see the eyes under Master Xing's sunglasses.

Tiny scars, tangled around his eyes.

The whole eyeball was sunken and shriveled.

He was blind.

However, along the way, Master Xing was not affected in any way.

Even the stone steps up the mountain are no different from ordinary people.

While staring at him.

Suddenly.

Master Xing turned his head and looked towards Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi was startled, and immediately lowered his head, his eyes were separated, and the sound of silent recitation in his mouth did not stop.

Master Xing said to Mo Yanran.

"Holy Maiden, please come with me!"

After speaking.

Master Xing walked ahead.

Step over the high threshold of the temple.

Walked in.

From Master Xing's words just now, it can be seen that this temple is called Pabala Temple.

Because before, Zhang Yi had identified some thangkas and dzi in Tibetan areas. Later, Uncle Chen also mentioned some things about some antique collections in Tibet, this Pagbala Temple, Zhang Yi had heard of.

Pragbalah means holy.

This temple seems to have some relationship with Tibetan Buddhist culture.

No wonder.

Outside the temple, there are prayer flags and prayer wheels.

After Master Xing said a word.

Mo Yanran naturally couldn't hesitate.

She was behind and followed.

Behind.

The driver who drove the car was called Paba by Master Xing.

He took Zhang Yi and followed him into the temple.

After walking in.

It took a while for the eyes to get used to it.

Only then did I gradually see everything inside.

The temple is closed, but there seems to be a wind inside.

As a result, the candles on the surrounding candlesticks kept flickering, and the source of light in the entire temple became very unstable.

There are many prayer flags all around.

It is covered with red scriptures.

Whether it is a Buddhist hall or a Taoist temple, there should be a Buddha statue or a god statue in front of it.

However, in this hall, there are only prayer flags.

Layer upon layer of prayer flags, no Buddha statue in sight.

After Zhang Yi walked in, he just secretly observed.

He immediately crouched down and continued to draw on the ground, that strange pattern.

But.

In his head, a voice sounded.

"It is not easy for this temple to be so well preserved after thousands of years of history. In this temple, there are many utensils, such as candlesticks, murals, etc., which can be called antiques, extremely valuable, dazzling, but priceless treasures, but only one piece, may I ask, is it a treasure hunt? ”

This reminder made Zhang Yi very surprised.

Little temple, Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger!

However, if there is a thousand-year-old history, it is normal to hide the dragon and crouch the tiger.

But.

Now is not the time for treasure hunting!

Although it is said that the ability to hunt for treasure is very attractive.

But he had to say a silent word in his heart.

"No!"

So far.

This is the first time Zhang Yi refused to hunt for treasures.

The situation is difficult.

I don't know, if a no, can stop my treasure hunt.

At this time.

The other side.

Master Xing took Mo Yanran and entered the temple.

Master Xing himself bowed deeply at first, and his hands were very religious.

"Meet the court-sama!"

"The people you need, have been brought!"

In the middle of the temple, it is very quiet.

Nothing but the wind.

But.

At this time, Master Xing smiled, as if he had heard something.

He said.

"Understood, Lord Asahong!"

After all that is said.

He immediately turned back and shut the two doors of the temple.

It's just that.

Mo Yanran was also listening carefully just now.

But no sound was heard.