There is a separate attic in the southeast corner of the temple. The outer wall of the attic is mottled. A vermilion door is tightly locked by a thick iron chain. The iron chain is rusted and covered with dust. The two windows in the attic were also tightly closed, and even a corner of the attic was invisible from the outside.
"Uncle, did that powerful energy fluctuation emanating from here?"
"Yes, this is the place, this deity can be confirmed."
Hearing Yan Feixue's words, I picked up a rock from the ground and slammed it heavily on the vermillion gate.
"Bang!" There was a crisp sound, followed by the sound like a muddy sea, and the surroundings were still completely enveloped by silence.
"No one in the house?"
I frowned, and I was about to approach the attic to find out. Suddenly, a loud shout reached my ears.
I followed the voice and saw the two little monks walking towards me hurriedly, holding Zen sticks in their hands.
The two little monks opened their mouths as they approached me, talking non-stop. I didn't understand the words of the two of them, but seeing the fierce faces of the two of them, it was obvious that the other party was driving me away from this seemingly uninhabited attic.
I shrugged my shoulders and raised my hands gently, indicating that I was not malicious.
"Visitors, this is not where you should be, please leave as soon as possible."
One of the young monks can speak English. Although his English has a strong Japanese accent, he can barely understand it.
"I am studying architecture. I am from the United States. I am an architect. I think this loft is designed perfectly. I wonder if I can have the honor to enter the interior of the loft and simply observe and observe?"
I have to admire that my face is getting thicker and thicker, and my face is not red when I lie. It feels like real.
"This attic has been abandoned for a long time. In addition, there are some debris in the attic, and there is no place to observe. I repeat, please leave here."
The little monk looked more or less agitated. When he spoke, there was a trace of *** on his face.
Seeing that I didn't speak, and looked at himself curiously, the little monk raised his brows and shouted in a low voice: "The temple has the rules of a temple.
, If you do not leave, we will take a series of compulsory measures. "
"Okay! Alright! Don't get excited, I will leave now."
I walked slowly away from the attic, and I had already determined in my heart that there must be a problem in the attic.
"If there are really masters sitting in the temple, they need to lock people up? Knowing that masters have their own dignity and being locked up, what is the difference between this prisoner?"
Hearing what I said, Yan Feixue smiled overcastly and said: "Maybe you really guessed it right. There are indeed prisoners in the attic."
"The deity only senses a strong energy fluctuation in the attic, but can't distinguish whether the other party is an enemy or a friend. Looking at the nervousness of the two little monks just now, the deity suspects that the person in the attic is not a monk from the temple. It is the enemy of the temple, and it still makes the monks jealous."
"By the way, uncle, have you observed carefully just now, have you confirmed the opponent's strength?"
"The opponent's energy fluctuates greatly, so the information detected by the deity is only a rough value, not necessarily accurate. However, the deity can guarantee that the opponent's strength should be above the sixth-level Taoist. It is likely to be the sixth-level peak. There is even the strength of a seventh-level Taoist priest."
"If you have a bad relationship with the temple in the future, you can think of a way to destroy the attic."
I did not leave the temple immediately, but continued to wander in the temple.
I remembered the three entrances and exits in the temple, and kept the inner topography of the temple firmly in my mind.
"The three-story red attic to the west should be the treasure house of this temple, because the deity vaguely sensed a wave of energy unique to the treasure of heaven, material and earth from there."
"Treasure house?" When I heard Yan Feixue's words, I said with a cold smile: "It just so happens that there is more than 90% of the volume in my Luban box. When I look for an opportunity, I must take away all the things in the attic. "
Yan Feixue and I walked around the three-story red attic before leaving the temple reluctantly.
After leaving the temple, I still pretended to be Miller, and slowly mixed into the crowds of tourists.
I followed the crowd and continued along the plank road to a place where there was little vegetation.
This place is different from other places, there is little vegetation growing on the ground, bare. Exposed
The land is dark red.
This dark red color is a bit strange, it looks like blood seeps into the soil.
In addition, in this area where vegetation rarely grows, there are hundreds of tombstones, large and small.
A little bit beyond my expectation, the text on these tombstones turned out to be all Chinese characters, pure Chinese characters, and definitely not the Japanese leftovers after being castrated.
"Lone swordsman Bai Mingzhong. One sword fixes the rivers and lakes, two swords cut off the water, and three swords cuts the sadness."
"Ice and Snow Fairy Ren Ruxue. Her face is against the sky and hateful."
"Iron-armed lion roars Li Shuangjiang..."
Tombstones on one side are like volumes of books. Each tombstone records a deceased person, and there is a simple description of the deceased life deeds on each side of the tombstone.
For example, the so-called lone swordsman Bai Mingzhong should be someone who is good at using swords. Three swords can cut sorrow, and I have to say that this ability is a bit against the sky.
Fairy Bingxue is as white as snow, and the beauty of the beauty should refer to her appearance, this should be a very beautiful woman, and this woman is jealous and hateful, and she should not be weak in strength.
"The owners of these people's tombstones should be Chinese Taoists."
"Yes, I just don't know how they were buried here, and I also felt a sigh of darkness permeating this cemetery. Maybe the dead souls of these people are still entrenched here."
"Not entrenched here, but suppressed here."
"Suppression?" Upon hearing Yan Feixue's words, I frowned and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, where do you see this conclusion?"
"There are stone beasts in all directions in the southeast, northwest, and northwest. If the deity is not mistaken, the body of these stone beasts is pity. Pity is a kind of monster that lived in ancient times. It only has one ability-suppression, suppressing humans or monsters on its own. In his body, slowly refining."
"The basis for the deity's conclusion that there are ghosts suppressed here comes from these eight stone beasts. Of course, it is not because the body of the stone beasts is stubborn. It is because the bodies of these stone beasts are engraved with complex Sanskrit. These complex things The combination of the Sanskrit texts formed an array of suppression."
"In addition to these eight stone beasts, boy, you can take a closer look at the ground. There are iron chains between the tombstones on the ground. These chains can explain some problems.
(End of this chapter)