He was not much better than the fat man. After hearing the identity of the other party, there was a buzz in Jiangcheng. He had been wondering why Huide and Huiming would rather stay outside than come in to find out. It was obvious that there was only a wooden door between them. It turned out that …It turns out that this building is actually the residence of the abbot!廻
The weirdness of the Holding Precepts Temple made people shudder, but at this moment, they boldly broke into the abbot's territory. Jiang Cheng didn't dare to think about what would happen next.
There was only one thought in his mind at the moment. This was a trap. He had to escape, as far away as possible!
But he couldn't open his eyes at the moment, so he had to pull the fat man back little by little, trying to stay as far away from the direction of the sound as possible.
But the next second, a scene appeared that sent shivers down Jiang Cheng's spine, "Donor, please stay."
This voice instantly made Jiang Cheng's body freeze on the spot, and it was actually behind him!
The hazy darkness around him was squeezing towards him like a tide, completely swallowing up the remaining sense of security in his heart.
How can it be?廻
The abbot's voice was in front of him a moment ago, so why did it suddenly come behind him? He just couldn't see it with his eyes, and his ears were fine. He didn't hear any movement at all.
The fat man who was being pulled by him was shaking non-stop, his breathing getting faster and faster, and he was obviously aware of the weirdness of the abbot.
And...and since the abbot lives here, why don't you light the lamp? Thinking about the other abnormalities, Jiang Cheng can almost conclude that the abbot of the Jijie Temple is not a human, but a ghost!
The reason why the Jiji Temple is divided day and night must have something to do with this abbot!
"Amitabha, donor, don't think too much. The poor monk doesn't light the lamp because he is blind."
When the abbot revealed what he was thinking, Jiang Cheng felt chills all over his body. He did not answer immediately, fearing that more flaws would be revealed. However, the abbot obviously had no worries in this regard. After chanting the Buddha's name again, he said slowly: "The donor is... Are you here for my disciple?"
His eyes couldn't heal for a while, and he couldn't escape. Jiang Cheng simply opened the skylight and said frankly, "Reply to Master, we are here to rescue Master Huicong. We followed him all the way from Gongde Hall, but Master Huicong disappeared in the blink of an eye. Yes."
After Jiang Cheng replied, he immediately became quiet. He pricked up his ears and listened carefully, not to listen to the abbot's reply, but to search for the abbot's breathing. It was very quiet here, but he heard nothing.
"Rescue..." The abbot seemed to care about these two words.
Gradually, Jiang Cheng became more courageous. Whether it was a blessing or a curse, he could not avoid it. "Master, I will make it clear that your disciples, Hui De and Huiming, held a private banquet in Gongde Hall and forcibly abducted women to stay in the palace. The music in the temple is euphemistically called cultivating merit, but the most important thing is that they actually use your banner and say that these are all your tacit approval."
"There are probably dozens of monks participating, but Master Huicong is the only one who refuses. He still has to suffer their humiliation and abuse. I hope the abbot will see clearly!"
Jiangcheng's words are righteous and stern, but they still leave a lot of room for leeway. As soon as these words are spoken, it is equivalent to acknowledging that these are the actions of evil monks such as Hui Dehuiming and have nothing to do with the abbot.
As long as the abbot follows the current situation and says such a bold scoundrel, who dares to take advantage of the abbot's health and inconvenience to supervise and do such evil things, I will punish him severely to protect the centuries-old reputation of the hidden temple, etc., Jiangcheng will go downhill. Donkey, and then looked for an opportunity to escape, but the script completely developed in the direction Jiang Cheng least wanted to see.
"The donor is talking about the Merit Hall, and this poor monk knows it."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng broke into a cold sweat. Are you planning to show off your cards directly instead of just pretending?
But who could have imagined that, the abbot's next words made him stunned on the spot, "Hey, my disciple's delusion has become more and more severe. Not only has he implicated the monks who are hiding in the temple, but he has also implicated the donor. , It’s a sin, it’s really... it’s a sin.”
This time it was Jiang Cheng's turn to be confused, "Delusion?"
"Yes, everything the benefactor saw tonight was caused by my disciple's delusion. The benefactor still needs to clear his mind, otherwise once he falls into it, the consequences will be disastrous."
What the abbot said is true.
It seemed like that, but Jiang Cheng immediately realized that something was wrong and became increasingly vigilant, "Abbott, what you mean is that what I saw tonight was all illusion and fake. Nothing like that ridiculous thing happened in Gongde Hall at all?"
"Amitabha, not only is the hall of merit transformed by delusional thoughts, but what the donor sees, hears, and feels this night is also the same, everything is reflected in the mirror."
"Why, what I saw and heard all night is fake. So what do you say, master? Are you also fake?" Jiang Cheng immediately caught the loophole in the other party's words.廻
Unexpectedly, the abbot was calm and said slowly: "The donor is smart, that's why."
"Okay, let's take a step back. Even the master is fake. What about our dead people? People who die in such a night are still dead during the day!" In Jiang Cheng's way of thinking, this night world is the representative of the world. The true appearance of the Temple of Precepts is at least true to a certain extent, and the quiet and peaceful temple seen during the day is fake.
Hearing this, the abbot sighed softly, "Amitabha, although all of this was caused by my disciple, the death of the benefactor's friend was the fault of the poor monk, me and several fellow disciples... Oh, sin, sin! "
The more Jiang Cheng listened, the more confused he became, but one thing was clear to him: it was all related to Monk Huicong, who was the key to this world.
Jiang Cheng pondered for a moment, retreating in order to advance, and his tone became sincere, "Master, do you have anything to hide?"
There was silence for a long time. This time, the abbot's voice was filled with sadness, "Donor, don't ask about anything else. I only ask you, what you saw in the Merit Hall tonight, was it right or wrong?"
"Of course it is wrong. Buddhist disciples should take it as their own responsibility to practice Buddhism and promote good thoughts. They should observe the five precepts, not to kill, not to steal, not to sin, not to lie, and not to drink. Tonight, the hall of merit is overflowing with alcohol. The expression is beyond words, Huiqing and other women are even wearing monk robes and hiding among the monks!"
After a moment, the abbot's old voice came, "So this is how the donor sees it."
The abbot's calm tone made Jiang Cheng increasingly confused. He opened his mouth and wanted to continue to say something, but stopped. He wanted to see what the abbot had to say in defense with the irrefutable evidence.
"Does the donor know the origins of Huiqing and other female donors?" The abbot spoke slowly after a while.
"I don't know."
"They are all stone maidens in the village at the foot of the mountain. The so-called stone maidens are women who are married but cannot have children for many years." The abbot sighed softly, as if he was caught in a painful memory, "There are three types of unfilial piety, and there is no descendant. They are old and have no children, and the villagers cannot tolerate them, so the village chief came forward and sent these stone girls to my precepts temple in the name of meditation, asking them to accumulate merit and blessings, and to cultivate until they can give birth to children. Allowed to return to the village to get back the status they deserve."
"It's ridiculous! The temple has a century-old reputation. How can such a pure place of Buddhism tolerate such arrogance? Of course I won't allow it. I also strictly order the monks of this temple to close the door of the temple and not allow anyone to come in. But the door will be opened at dawn the next day. At that moment—" The abbot's voice suddenly paused.
"There are female corpses hanging in front of the door. They... all hanged themselves."
