The valley is deep and narrow, and the further you go, the lower the temperature becomes, and in the end, all you step on under your feet is soft snow, and the mountains on the left and right are all covered with ice and snow, and the eyes are full of white. , the latest chapter access: ШШШ.79xs.СоМ . After walking along this valley for about 20 miles, I finally saw a small hill in front of me, which is not high, that is, about 100 meters, there is a winding gravel path below, and the top of the mountain is a small ancient temple.

The exterior walls of the ancient temple are all painted yellow, but the architectural style does not look like a Buddhist temple in the Central Plains.

After the caravan reached the foot of the mountain, Uni looked up and looked very excited to see this Tibetan papal temple, he quickly dusted his body, knelt down, muttered ancient scriptures, and looked intoxicated.

"This is Gami Huang Temple! Get down on your knees, everybody! ”

"That's right, this is the legendary Gami Huang Temple." Na Xi confirmed his statement.

Gami Yellow Temple has always existed in the legend of the Chahar steppe, and no one has really seen this Yellow Temple. According to legend, one of the greatest old lamas on the prairie in the last years of the Qing Dynasty, Master Luo Bu Ganya**, became a monk here. But the world only hears its name, but no one can find this legendary 'color' Yellow Temple. Whenever it was mentioned, the ** teacher just smiled and said nothing.

There is an ancient stone tablet at the foot of the mountain, and the word "Gami" is engraved on the stone tablet in the 'Mongolian' language, which is particularly eye-catching. But all Tibetans, 'Mongolian' people have to perform three bows and nine bows, in fact, it is not this Gami Huang Temple, but a generation of living Buddha Luo Bu Ganya ** teacher.

Gami Yellow Temple is very old, although it is not a golden and brilliant trend, but from the foot of the mountain, it makes people feel that there is a golden holy light lingering in the Yellow Temple, maybe this is the "Buddha light" in the mouth of the devout disciples.

Ma Chengfeng and Na Xiu walked in front with torches, and he found that there was a layer of silk net attached to the surface of the outer wall of this ancient Yellow Temple, this silk net was very strange, it was not an ordinary spider web, besides, in such a cold weather, spiders and other insects had already frozen to death. The wire mesh is densely attached to the Yellow Temple, sticking the main 'door', Ma Chengfeng stretched out his hand and 'touched' it, the wire mesh is very sticky and slippery, and it is like paste in his hand.

"This is ......," he said, looking at it.

Na Xiu didn't speak, raised the torch in his hand and directly burned the sticky wire blocking the way, and walked straight into the Yellow Temple.

Ma Chengfeng just wanted to follow up, when a big hand behind him put on his back.

"Cheng Feng, can this person be trusted? Be careful! Although Gami Huang Temple is a holy place on the grassland, if you look at these silk webs, how do they seem to be spit out by the legendary human-faced wolf-headed spider? If we do run into that monster, we'll be done! Liu Mazi dragged him aside and whispered.

"Can't you? You are too careful, it was mentioned in the "Book of Thieves" that the human-faced wolf-headed spider is a play in the Kunlun Snow Mountain, a distance of 108,000 miles, besides, although the temperature here is low, it is not low enough to meet the requirements for the survival of the monster. Ma Chengfeng said.

The "Book of Thieves" left by Ma Lao Er recorded many strange things, which can be described as a treasure book across the ancient and modern times. It may be said that there are some exaggerations and strange stories in the treasure book, Ma Lao Er is called the "ghost hand thief" by the people of the rivers and lakes, he has been stealing things on the rivers and lakes for so many years, stealing from the east to the west, and from the south to the north; Down to the little widow's 'flower' pocket, up to the emperor's general's room, there is no treasure in the world that he has not stolen. The old man has traveled south and north for so many years, and has seen many strange things, so he wrote all these things into the second half of "The Book of Theft" and left them to Ma Chengfeng.

Therefore, Ma Chengfeng doesn't look at the new entry into the rivers and lakes, usually just reading this "Thief of the Scriptures" can be regarded as half an old river.

"The heart of defense is indispensable! I just heard you call him that? The surname Rehe is the descendant of Yehe, and the Manchurian people are not credible! Do you look over there? Liu Mazi pointed to the mountains on both sides, only to see that on the layers of mountains and rock walls, there were actually "holes" and "holes", these "holes" and "holes" are about half a meter square, and it is a bit troublesome for people to get into, but it is enough to become a parasitic place for those wild monsters. And each 'hole' and 'hole' are attached to layers of wire mesh.

There are not a few such small 'holes' and 'holes' on the mountain rocks, and there are hundreds of them densely looking at people's eyes.

"Cheng Feng? Come in, I'm counting on you. In the Yellow Temple, Na Xuan shouted.

"Let the brothers be vigilant tonight, don't polish your moves, no one is allowed to sleep, hold the gun for me!" Ma Chengfeng instructed and followed in two steps.

The yard was also covered with these sticky wire mesh, and it was difficult for people to go down and lift their feet again, this kind of wire mesh was extremely viscous, and everyone had to use the torches in their hands to clean it first.

Squeak...... Bang Dang...... Standing in front of the main hall, Na Xiu stretched out his hand and pushed open the heavy wooden 'door', and suddenly, a pungent musty smell came from the hall. Unexpectedly, this ancient temple in the deep mountains has not been visited for nearly a hundred years, but there are two dim oil lamps lit in the main hall.

The hall was spotlessly clean and clean. There is a Buddha statue enshrined in the center, and Ma Chengfeng has not studied these things, and he does not know where the gods and Buddhas are. This is a golden Buddha statue, cast in pure gold from top to bottom, and wearing a red robe. As soon as the 'door' was pushed open, it immediately shone with golden light, and people couldn't open their eyes.

This is a Yellow Temple, and Ma Chengfeng can't tell the difference between the Yellow Temple and the Buddha statue enshrined in the Central Plains Buddhist Temple, but this golden statue is an old lama holding a prayer wheel. The carving of the Buddha statue is very 'fine' Zhan needless to say, he holds the prayer wheel in his left hand, and the right hand is holding a white 'flower' 'flower' thing, that thing is not big, lying flat in his right palm, the lama is like the right palm is about thirty centimeters, it does not know what to hold on to the palm, that thing is tied with a layer of white 'flower' and 'flower' silk net, just like a cocoon.

"The ancestor is above, and the unfilial disciple Sun Naxiu is back." Na Xiu took out three sticks of incense from his bag and lit them, 'inserted' them into the incense burner, and then knelt in front of the futon and kowtowed to the lama statue three times. "Master Zu bless, let the apprentice save the master from the sea of suffering as soon as possible!"

"Brother, who is this Buddha statue?" Although Ma Chengfeng is not 'superstitious', since he came, Suo's 'sex' also put a stick of incense on this statue of the golden-bodied lama.

"My master, Luo Bu Ganya's ** master." He looked up at the statue of the golden lama and said.

"Your master is the ** master of Luo Bu Ganya? That...... That ......" Ma Chengfeng's eyes widened. I used to only think that Na Xi was a nobleman of the Eight Banners, but I never thought that at such a young age, he had such an opportunity to worship under the Buddha's 'door', no wonder his heart 'nature' was simple and kind.

Master Lobu Ganya is a legend on the grassland, the reincarnation of a real generation of monks and living Buddhas. His influence has long been diluted by the stench of copper in the world, but he is still remembered by the old people in places such as Rehe and Chahar.