Chapter 806: Guarding the Spirit Temple

After driving for nearly two hours, we arrived at the foot of the mountain at Huling Temple.

There is a hotel at the foot of the mountain with parking spaces.

Jiang Qilan drove the car into the parking lot, completed the parking procedures, and climbed up the mountain.

The altitude of the North Peak is neither high nor short. For ordinary people, it would take at least an hour and a half to climb to the Huling Temple at the top.

Huling Temple is not as famous as other temples in Hangzhou, and few foreign tourists go there, but it is very popular with locals, who say that making wishes is very effective——

Jiang Qilan took his time and walked up the mountain step by step.

It was already dark now, but the moon was very big and bright, and the ground lamps on the roadside illuminated the mountain road brightly.

Hundreds of years ago, there were no roads built on the mountain, so it was not easy to go up the mountain. However, the people who were grateful to Cheng Ling carried the dirt and rocks with difficulty, climbed to the top of the mountain step by step, and built a temple for her devoutly——

It can be seen how powerful Cheng Ling used to be and how popular he was with the people.

Jiang Qilan has long legs and long steps. Even if he walks slowly, it only takes more than half an hour to climb to the top of the mountain.

Deep in the woods, a temple can be vaguely seen.

Red lanterns hang in front of the temple.

Jiang Qilan walked along the road to the temple door and looked up -

A three-character plaque hangs directly above the temple door: [Huling Temple].

There is a big black lock on the door.

There were footsteps nearby, and a young man with a flashlight came out from behind the temple.

Jiang Qilan looked at the person who came. He was gentle and elegant, full of student spirit.

"Sir, are you here to visit Huling Temple?" the boy asked politely.

"Yes," Jiang Qilan replied with a smile, "Are you the staff responsible for taking care of the temple?"

"That's right," the boy replied with a smile, "I am a student studying at a nearby university, and I come here to take care of the spiritual temple at night and on weekends."

"Oh, part-time job?" Jiang Qilan raised an eyebrow, "Who hired you?"

"He's an old man. We all call him Mr. Cheng," the boy said.

"Then what are you responsible for? Are you tired?" Jiang Qilan asked.

"It's very simple. I'm responsible for receiving tourists and taking care of the temple - and I'm not the only one. There are five of us working part-time, and we all live in the lounge at the back. At night we play games, eat some snacks, and go to bed after playing enough. After getting up in the morning, clean the yard, put on some incense, and then you can leave when the day shift staff arrives.”

And the part-time fee is very considerable, it is simply a magical job.

After Jiang Qilan understood the situation, he turned to look at the gate of Huling Temple and asked, "Can I go in and take a look now?"

The male college student smiled and nodded: "Of course."

He took out a key, opened the big iron lock on the temple door, hung the lock on the door handle, and opened the door with a creak--

"Please come in-"

"Thanks."

Jiang Qilan stepped towards the threshold, but the male college student stood outside the door and did not follow him.

Jiang Qilan turned around: "——Shall I go in and visit by myself?"

"Are you afraid?" the boy asked, "If you are afraid, I can accompany you in. However, it is very safe here. Enshrined in the temple is a female general. The general is so upright that no demons or evil men from all directions dare to approach him. Temple’s—”

The boy said it seriously, and Jiang Qilan couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm not afraid of ghosts, I'm just saying, if you trust me so much, aren't you afraid that I'll steal something?"

"Sir, he has an extraordinary bearing and is well-dressed. He doesn't look like someone living in distress," the older boy said.

"Furthermore, Mr. Cheng said that those who come to Huling Temple are all destined people. If the destined person is short of money, he must have encountered difficulties in life, so he can take whatever food and drinks are on the table at Huling Temple. eat."

"Also, the money in the merit box in the main hall can be used as you wish - the general will be very happy if he can help people in need, and he will never blame you."

Jiang Qilan nodded.

Mr. Cheng is really grand.

"I understand, thank you, please go back and rest."

"Okay," the boy's eyes were bright, "just close the door when you leave. I will come over to patrol and lock it before going to bed. If you need any help, please ring the bell in the hall. We will come."

"I understand, thank you." Jiang Qilan thanked him politely.

The college student waved his hands and walked happily back to the lounge at the back to rest.

Jiang Qilan walked into the courtyard.

Several flower beds were built in the yard, and there were also three or five floor lamps standing scattered here and there. The floor lamps were thirty centimeters high from the ground and glowed with dim light. The bases of the lamps were carved from stone. They were consistent with the architectural style of the temple and looked elegant and elegant. Warm.

On the front is the main hall, with lights on and a faint smell of incense lingering in the air.

The clay sculpture that was originally enshrined disappeared, and was replaced by a brand-new stone statue that was half a man tall. The statue was wearing armor, a helmet, and holding a broad-backed machete.

The statue's facial features have sharp angles and are extraordinarily heroic - you can vaguely see the outline of Cheng Ling.

It is estimated that Mr. Cheng asked someone to carve it.

Jiang Qilan took out a handful of banknotes from his pocket and threw them into the merit box. He then twisted three sticks of incense from the altar table next to him, lit it with a lighter on the desk, knelt respectfully on the futon, and bowed to the stone sculpture. Bow three times and then insert the incense stick into the incense burner.

Then, he sat cross-legged on the futon and faced the statue silently.

"Ling'er, I really miss you—"