I am already immortal, why should I ascend to become an immortal?

Chapter 138: The First Buddhist Temple in Central China, White Horse Temple

The moon in the sky has been completely covered by dark clouds.

On the plain, there was no other light source except the golden light emitted by this Buddhist door.

The night swallowed up everything like thick ink.

A strong wind suddenly rose.

Pieces of ancient and broken bricks and tiles covered with green mud broke out from the ground.

With the Buddhist gate as the center, there are many decayed, old and pungent walls.

The walls were mottled, with crisscrossing cracks, and countless earthworms crawling in the cracks.

It forms a sharp contrast with the golden Buddhist temple next to it, which is inlaid with gold, silver, jade and jewels.

Then the ground shook slightly.

A huge door plaque emerged from the mud, flew to the top of the Buddhist gate, and hung under the door.

Due to the erosion of time and the burial of soil, the three weathered characters "White Horse Temple" on the door plaque have become blurred and blackened, and some strokes have even fallen off, making it look dilapidated.

Through the wall, one could see old trees that had already turned into rotten wood rising from the ground.

However, there were not a single branch or leaf on these trees. Instead, there were blackened skeletons covered in tattered robes hanging on them.

All of these skeletons had ropes tied around their necks, and when the breeze blew, they swayed like wind chimes, making rustling sounds.

As more bricks, stones and wood blocks flew out of the soil, the outline of the White Horse Temple became clearer and clearer.

After a while.

An ancient, dilapidated temple with a strange atmosphere stands on the dark plain.

"White Horse Temple?"

Jin Chan lowered his head and frowned, his lips opening and closing gently.

The wind blew her hair towards the corners of her eyes, partially blocking her vision.

It seemed that he had seen or heard the name Jinchan somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it no matter how hard he tried.

Boom, boom, boom.

Three heavy bell sounds, carrying an unknown sense of oppression, came from the White Horse Temple.

Every time the ringing sounded, some dirt and maggots would be shaken off the door plaque.

Creak~~~
As the bell rang, the Buddhist door slowly opened.

In an instant, the sound of nature mixed with musical instruments such as zither, pipa, and chimes was heard from inside.

There is also the woman's gentle moan, melodious and pleasant like the sound of stringed instruments.

And besides these.

There was even the sound of many men laughing wildly and the clinking of wine glasses.

This scene was exactly the same as when Jin Chan pushed open the huge Buddhist door at the end of the Heavenly Road that day.

However, these sounds were fleeting, lasting only for a moment before returning to dead silence.

Looking inside the slowly opening Buddhist door.

Although there was neither white fog or smoke inside the door nor walls blocking the view.

But for some reason, Jin Chan couldn't see anything.

It is as if when the scene inside the door enters the eyes, the brain automatically deletes this memory.

And at the same time.

In front of the White Horse Temple, all the people who had been possessed by evil spirits stood up, and tens of thousands of empty eyes looked towards the Golden Cicada at the same time.

It was as if they were expecting Jin Chan to enter Buddhism.

"hehe!"

Jin Chan smiled lightly, put the fish belly back to his waist, picked up the Qingtan on the ground, turned around and mounted on Xuanma's back.

"drive!"

After receiving Jin Chan's order, Xuanma roared towards the sky, then bypassed the White Horse Temple and galloped towards Hangu Pass.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

However, this is not because Jin Chan has no interest in the White Horse Temple.

It’s just that there’s no reason to venture into this inexplicable and even a little weird place.

And regardless of whether this was done by Tang Qianyan, since this person is unwilling to show up, why should I bother him?

The golden cicada walked very fast, like a breeze, leaving without stopping or looking back.

In the crowd, there was only one man standing there blankly, different from the expressionless people with empty eyes next to him.

His eyes were wide open, as if they were about to jump out of their sockets, his pupils constricted, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

The eyebrows are raised high, like two jumping caterpillars, funny and exaggerated.

His mouth was opened so wide that it seemed as if his jaw could no longer close.

"What happened? Why are you leaving like that?"

"Don't you want to go in and take a look?"

This person is Tang Qianyan who is hiding in the crowd.

But he never expected that Jin Chan would just leave like this after seeing these scenes that replicated the Southern Wilderness, the opened Buddhist gate, and this ancient temple full of puzzles.

Gudong.

The throat moved and Tang Qianyan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He quickly bent down, stuck two talismans on his ankles, and ran in the direction where Jin Chan left.

Its speed is as fast as that of the black horse that can travel a thousand miles a day.

"Brother Jin, wait, wait for me!"

Tangqianyan ran and shouted, fearing that Jinchan would leave just like that.

At this time, Jin Chan, who was on horseback, naturally heard the sound of Yan in front of the hall.

However, even though he heard it, he did not hesitate at all to swing the whip.

that's it.

On the broad plain, a man was riding a horse in front, galloping like the wind.

One person was behind, walking with his long legs, chasing quickly on the grass, shouting as he ran.

"Hey, isn't this Tang Qianyan? When did you come out?"

After running for an incense stick of time, Jin Chan felt that it was about time, so he pulled the reins to make Xuanma stop.

"Brother Jin, you definitely did this on purpose. Can't you hear me behind you?"

Panting, I saw Yan in front of the hall, holding his knees with both hands, bending over and gasping for breath.

On the cold grassland, his cheeks were surprisingly red.

The clothes were soaked with sweat.

"I've been hearing a little hard these past two days, so I didn't hear it!"

Jin Chan sat on the horse's back, looking down at Tang Qianyan in front of him and said.

"Brother Jin, why didn't you go in and take a look just now?"

"I don't want to go!"

Hearing this, Tang Qianyan was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to respond.

"Brother Jin, why don't you come back with me to take a look, just take a look."

Tang Qianyan slowly straightened his back and stretched out a finger towards Jin Chan, with a hint of pleading in his tone.

"Don't go!"

Jin Chan turned his horse around without even thinking, apparently intending to move forward.

"Brother Jin, just take a look. That's the real Buddhist temple!"

It seemed that Tang Qianyan suddenly became a little pitiful at this moment, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

"Can't you get in by yourself?" Jin Chan wondered.

"Yes, the White Horse Temple was the first temple built by Buddhism in the Central Plains. Before it disappeared, countless people came to worship Buddha and burn incense every year. Anyone could enter."

Although Tang Qianyan was breathing heavily when he said this, he didn't look like he was lying.

“The first Buddhist temple built in the Central Plains!”

Jin Chan suddenly remembered that when he was a child, Ying Lou had heard the previous king mention this ancient temple in the Central Plains which was full of mystery.

But if I remember correctly, the White Horse Temple should have disappeared hundreds of years ago.

"Give me a reason to go back!" Jin Chan asked.

"I can tell you the true secret of Buddhism, the origin of the jade seals of the seven kingdoms of the Central Plains, and my identity!"

Tang Qianyan let out a sigh, looked into Jin Chan's eyes and said seriously.

　Chapter 133, Jin Chan's Bedtime, has passed the review and you can go and read it now.
　　
　
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