Dark shadows spread upward little by little.
A pair of pale hands, condensed from the darkness, stretched out from the black shadow.
The strangely beautiful fingers slowly moved forward.
The young man sat on the futon, frowning slightly, as if he felt something, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows became brighter.
That finger was just about to touch his face.
Suddenly, the other hand firmly grasped the hands from the darkness.
"Hey, do you know who he is? Dare to touch it?"
The girl's indifferent voice had a hint of laziness.
Only then did Ning Chen open his eyes, his eyes were cold, he saw that the hands born from the darkness were tightly grasped by the girl, and the girl with purifying power had white broken light on her fingertips.
It is the light produced after purifying the dark air.
After Bai Weiwei finished purifying the hands that only came to harass the monk, she blew her fingers and blew away the white broken light purified on it.
The light shining on the ground is very beautiful.
Bai Weiwei took a look and saw Ning Chen staring at her quietly.
She immediately raised a smile, "Monk, have you found the monster here?"
Where they are now is not the Wanwan Temple.
It is a temple thousands of miles away from Wan Temple.
There are no monks in this temple anymore.
I heard that the incense here used to be good.
But three years ago, pilgrims here began to disappear.
Missing to the end, everyone dare not come here.
And the temples are declining day by day.
Until it turned into such a dilapidated look.
The monk and the host in the temple did not know when they disappeared.
It may be that demons are at work, so it was reported to Wansi Temple.
There are many things that Wan Temple has to deal with every day.
Demons are everywhere.
Although Taoism helps to share.
But it is mainly the responsibility of Buddhism.
Every time Ning Chen came out of retreat, he dealt with the big demons and demons in the Demon Suppression Tower.
Things outside the temple, if not too serious to handle.
He is not coming out.
Just like the matter in this small temple now, it can be solved by handing it over to other monks.
But... there is a little demon around to practice.
Ning Chen cut off such a task, and he liked to look in the mirror if he didn't recite the scriptures well every day, and also liked to bring out the six impure little lotus essences.
He slowly raised his eyes and looked at the broken roof beams of the temple.
On the beam, faint traces of blood can be seen.
It seemed that something dragged the prey up and ate it, causing the blood to fall down the beam.
Aged bloodstains.
Not recent.
Ning Chen lowered his eyes lightly, the temple still smelled of incense accumulated over the years.
In this place, the incense used to flourish.
It shouldn't be easily invaded by demons.
If it was a big demon, it wouldn't be so secretive.
He pondered for a moment, then glanced sideways at Bai Weiwei beside him.
She was bored sitting on the futon beside her, and was drawing on the ground with her head down with a wooden branch.
Ning Chen glanced indifferently, and his eyes lightened.
She is writing.
- Ning Chen.
A lot of Ning Chen.
The boy watched for a while before blinking slowly, his tongue a little dry.
As if aware of his gaze, she immediately took the branch and wiped the letters on the ground.
Then he pretended to be casual and said, "Monk, can't you find out? Is it a very powerful monster?"
Ning Chen looked at her indifferently for a while, then shook his head calmly, "There is no demon breath, or you can only detect the breath at night."
For some demons, the residual breath of the night will be revealed.