Looking at the blood-red scene, I suddenly felt bad. There was bloody color in front of the temple, which was abnormal in itself. In addition, the temple door was tightly closed, and my hunch was even stronger.
The fat man was a little depressed. He sat down on the ground and said that this trip was in vain. He climbed up after all the hard work. As a result, he couldn't even enter the temple gate, and he was too late to go down the mountain. He might have to spend the night at the temple gate.
I saw him as if he didn't know anything, and told him to stop nagging, there was a problem with the temple, and then I pointed to the sunset shining above the temple.
"Hey, it's strange, why is it blood red." The fat man also found something wrong.
The poem says that the temple is fierce and the Buddha is in disaster. What may have happened in this temple.
Originally, the three of us were so tired that they were almost paralyzed. All this time, the fat man ran to the front. He kicked the temple door with his feet, but there was no reaction at all.
Shengyuan Temple is a large temple, and the temple gate is several times larger than an ordinary gate. Fatty's feet are almost as tickle.
"Brother, this temple door is locked, and I can't use my good skills!" The fat man has a lot of ability to open the lock, but there is nothing to do with the locked door.
Since the door can't get in, I can only climb over the wall, but I looked up at the temple wall. It is at least three meters high and super smooth. There is no foot point. How can I climb
At this moment, the poetry suddenly jumped up, and she kept kicking her feet on the wall a few times, and people jumped up. She was as light as a swallow, and it was not different from the light work performed on TV.
The fat man and I both exclaimed: "I'll go, female hero, good skill!"
Shiyan waved our hand and told us to keep a low profile, and then the person turned over, but after five minutes there was no movement. I was worried that she had something wrong, so I shouted twice, but she answered, indicating that there was no problem.
I said why you didn’t talk, and thought there was something wrong with you, what was going on inside
The poetry said: "Something happened! There was blood in it, and there were a lot of monks poured down. It is estimated that someone has slaughtered the temple!"
"Ah? Okay, let's open the door first!" I exclaimed.
After a while, the door banged and opened! The fat man and I hurriedly got in. As the poem said, there were corpses lying in the temple. Almost all the monks were slaughtered. The blood stained the whole temple scarlet, no wonder the setting sun was shining. color.
I checked with the fat man and found that none of them survived. All of them were dead. Without exception, the corpses were cold and covered with corpse spots, indicating that they had been dead for a while, and it was very likely that they were killed yesterday.
"I said that the Shengyuan Temple is so big, why there is no one who worships Buddha. It turned out that this sign was hung up yesterday." I said.
The fat man sighed and said that we were late, otherwise, we might see a panting man.
Shiyan shook his head and said, "No, we are not late, we came just right!" Biquge Standby Station
What do I say, this person is dead, how can it be considered just right
The poem says that if we come just right, we are probably like these monks, and we fall in a pool of blood. Since the murderer can slaughter the monks in a temple, then the three of us will be buried when they come, so we are late, so we are counted as late. It was just right, because I saved my life.
What the poetry said is indeed reasonable, but it is useless for us to save our lives. The monks in the Shengyuan Temple are all dead, so who shall we ask
At this moment, suddenly a whole string of coughing sounds came from inside the temple. The three of us were taken aback, and immediately shouted: "There are other livelihoods!" Then the three rushed in like a sharp arrow.
Following the cough, we found a monk under a golden Buddha.
This monk is about forty years old, wearing a robes, his mouth is full of blood, and the ground is stained with a large scarlet. I see that the amount of blood vomiting is estimated to have died soon. It seems that he is just lingering, but looking at the robes on his body, Could this be the new host
We hurriedly helped him to sit up, but he seemed to be unable to sit still. The fat man and I supported him to sit upright. His lips were blue and white, and his face was like paper. He is already a person who has stepped into a ghost gate. , It's only a matter of time before going in.
"You... Are you?" After a few coughs, the monk barely asked with his breath. It is already very difficult to speak, I'm afraid he will hang up at any time.
I dared not delay a second, and hurriedly replied: "Master Yuankong, he asked me to find the new host. My name is Lin Yuan, the heir of Maoshan Ghost Dao."
"Maoshan... Ghost Dao?" The monk frowned, his blue face was a little excited, he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it, and then asked: "Master, he... other people?"
"Dead! I was mutilated the night before, and I was in that ruined temple. It's old and miserable!" The fat man said it all at once. Shiyan and I immediately glared at him. This is too straightforward, and When he said this, I was afraid that this monk would be pissed off all at once.
Sure enough, the monk vomited another blood, and he fell straight down and couldn’t sit up anymore, just like a puddle of mud, his body was soft, and I didn’t know whether it was alive or dead. Shiyan and I hurriedly complained. The fat man talks nonsense, this is the last thing to say, what should I do if the fat man is so angry
The fat man was a little aggrieved, saying that he didn't know that the monk was so fragile, so he belched a few words.
Shiyan told him to shut up quickly, and no one would treat him as dumb if he didn't speak, so he would be confused.
At this moment, the monk suddenly sat up by himself, his face eased a lot, he coughed twice, and I thought he was going to vomit blood again, but he had nothing. I knew in my heart that this is a glorious reflection, and blood should be too. It's vomiting clean, and it can last for the last time.
At this time, the monk meditated, tore off the Buddhist beads from his neck and threw it into the sky, and shouted in a furious manner: "Beast, even the master will not let go. We have raised you for more than ten years, and the beasts are not as good. what… "
This monk is dying, and he can still roar so loudly. It can be seen how angry he is, and he should be the new host. Even if Daoxing is not as high as Master Yuankong, it should be no different. Monks are forbidden. Regret, letting such a capable person break the vow shows that this fact is hateful.
I knew there was no time, so I hurriedly asked, "Master, what happened in this temple? Also, Master Yuankong has a fat apprentice. He asked me to go to the temple and ask you what happened. He said You have the answer here."
The monk nodded and said, "Yes, he is my junior and his dharma name is Huikong. Everything is caused by him. This beast actually killed even the master and slaughtered the temple. It's really not as good as a pig or dog. It was not the master who brought him back. It is estimated that he is already in the belly of the wolf.
Hearing what the monk said, the three of us were stunned. Everything happened because of the fat monk? Is he still a murderer? This... What is going on
(End of this chapter)