When the fat man said like this, Shi Yan and I looked at each other, and the analysis was justified and convincing. Is it really the fat monk that the murderer is, it's impossible? The fat monk wouldn't be so crazy that he killed his master, right
"Forget it, now we can only guess about this. Let’s wait until we find the fat monk and Master Yuankong’s corpses. Without these two things, everything is nonsense. I didn’t see the corpse. Master Yuankong appeared to us alive the next day. What should I do in front of you?" I said.
The fat man felt that I was right, but we looked around, but we still did not find the fat monk and Master Yuankong. It is now one o'clock in the morning, and we are tired and sleepy, so we can only go back and make plans tomorrow. Fortunately, the summer vacation is already in place. , I can sleep a lot.
On the way back, I have been analyzing who is the man in black we are chasing.
I have already concluded before that the Tianyi who lives in Tianmen and wants to marry Ma Lin is definitely not true. It will not be him who will come tonight. Looking at his arrogant appearance, even if Master Yuankong was killed by him, He will not be afraid of us, nor will he run. He doesn’t have a head that grows out of the fork, but he has his face. This has nothing to do with him. No one knows what he is after taking off Tianyi’s face. Maybe it's just a monk
Thinking of this, I suddenly struck a spirit. Is it true that tonight is the first day
If it is true Tianyi, why did he run? What happened to him? If someone imposts him, why not go out and squeeze that person’s head. With his strength, I believe it can be done, but why, he keeps hiding and refuses to show up? What is it on his body? What secrets, or what difficulties encountered, I know that Tianyi is not a god, as long as it is a human, there will be difficulties.
After I went back, I almost stayed up all night and it seemed like someone was knocking on the door. After I opened the door, I didn’t see anyone there, but there were ten Buddhist beads under the door every time, and only eight at the last time until I picked them up. One hundred and eight Buddhist beads.
A string of Buddha beads has a total of 108, 108, which represents the simple 108 kinds of troubles, or the merits of 108 Buddhas, or 108 immeasurable samadhi, etc. All the Buddhist beads I picked up add up to just one string.
There was a lot of blood on the prayer beads. I smelled it. In addition to the smell of blood, there was also the smell of fat. Master Yuan Kong used the prayer beads to trap the fat man before, so the fat man’s living soul left his own taste on the prayer beads. Ordinary people can't smell it, but I can. My five senses are getting better and stronger now. I can find many things that have something to do with evil things. It seems that I am not far from Shangmao.
Taoist priests in Maoshan are also divided into different levels. They are divided into lower, middle, and upper. With the improvement of Taoism, the five senses will become more and more powerful. Before I could only reach the level of middle Mao, now I am getting closer and closer to Shangmao. Now, not only the eyes can see, the ears can also hear, and the nose can smell and feel it.
After I received all the prayer beads, the door stopped knocking. Although I felt a little weird in my heart, I was so helpless that I was too sleepy. As soon as I lay down in bed, I slept until noon.
After waking up, the fat man was smoking a cigarette on the sofa, while Shiyan watched the news on TV. I was a little surprised. Shiyan never watched news broadcasts. She only watched idol dramas. Sometimes a few boxes of tissues were not enough. , I cried as soon as I got to the point of tears. Is the sun coming out from the west today
I also leaned forward with a curious mind, watching what was broadcast on TV, and I was so fascinated by it.
What I didn't expect was that the news broadcast the death of Master Yuankong.
The body of Master Yuan Kong was found by a tramp in a ruined temple. There was a broken Buddha in the temple. The head of the broken Buddha was gone and replaced with the head of Master Yuan Kong.
The ruined temple was dark at night, and the tramp did not notice it. It was not until the next morning that the Buddha’s head was replaced with a real head. The temple was full of blood, but it was solidified, and there was a headless corpse hanging there. On the ruined temple, in that one **, it seems that it will fall off at any time, because the rope is very thin. Wonderful Novel Network
After the tramp screamed in surprise, he hurriedly reported the case. After identification, the old monk was the old abbot of Shengyuan Temple, Master Yuankong. He died in a tragic manner and was divided. The murderer has not been found for the time being. No clues were left at the scene.
"Master Yuankong is really dead!" Shiyan muttered, and then asked me: "Boss, what should I do next?"
I said: "Eat, go up the mountain!"
Master Yuan Kong said last night that if you want to know the truth of the matter, you should go to the Shengyuan Temple to find a new host. It seems that he had a premonition that he would die just before he went down the mountain. The new host had already been established.
After discussing for a while, we casually took a few bites of lunch and went to Shengyuan Temple together with our luggage on our back.
Shengyuan Mountain is very far away from us. It took a day and night bus to arrive. Fortunately, it was eight or nine in the morning, and there was still one day to climb up. Shengyuan Mountain is a high mountain that allows people to vomit blood. Let alone eight or nine hours. Fortunately, there is a long ladder on the road leading to the temple. Otherwise, the three of us will suffer. Think about it, it takes eight hours to climb the stairs. What if there are no stairs? The height of this mountain can be imagined.
After the three of us ate a few breads at the foot of the mountain, we started to climb up. The fat man almost rolled off on the way. I had to find two wooden sticks to support him, like a disabled person.
When we reached the top of the mountain, it was already more than five o’clock in the afternoon. During this time of summer, the sun had just set a little bit. The afterglow made the mountain top a golden layer, and the temple on the top of the mountain also had this golden yellow layer. It's not like a temple anymore, but like a palace.
The three of us were not in the mood to watch this beautiful scene, lying on the ground like a salted fish, panting, the fat man couldn't even speak, as if the whole person was collapsed, and those who didn't know thought he died, poetry The problem is not big, she said Kunlun Mountain is more difficult to climb, there are stairs, which is good.
The fat man said that he was a good fart, and worshiping a Buddha is like learning from the scriptures. Whoever has a pitfall in his head is better to worship the second brother at home. Who is the fool who built the temple so high
I said you don’t understand this. Good temples are on the mountain. The taller the better, because the top of the mountain has aura and it’s the closest to the sky, and when you travel to the temple, you will show more sincerity and worship Buddha more spiritually.
The fat man said that would do it. Since he was so good, he had come all the way and had to worship and see if the Buddha could give him a hundred daughters-in-law.
Saying that he struggled a few times and wanted to stand up and enter the temple. Maybe he was too tired. He didn't flop all of a sudden.
The fat man did what he said. I didn’t breathe enough. He ran towards the temple gate, but a few seconds later he came back, saying that the temple gate was tightly closed and there was a sign at the gate. Today, the temple is in the temple. I'm not receiving donors anymore.
At this time, I suddenly discovered that the layers of golden afterglow just turned into blood red and stained the entire top of the mountain, and the temple seemed to be bathed in a sea of blood.
"Oops, something may have happened!" I snorted in my heart.
(End of this chapter)