Although the Jinsha Temple, which was originally clean, is now crowded with many idle people, you can still hear needle drops in the air at this time. The people at the door are like clay sculptures, and they dare not breathe even more. Maybe their bodies are stiff, and I don’t know who they are. The weapon in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and the black-faced man in charge of the general was startled.
"Grandma's fault! What bastard? You scared me!" The black-faced man was excited and wiped his sweat. "Anyway, I have to go back to deliver business today. I don't believe in evil. What can a ruined temple do to us? Give me all...all!"
Although his words were full of momentum, everyone was looking at me and I was looking at you. No one wanted to be the one who stood out. This black-faced man had no choice but to move closer to the gate of Jinsha Temple step by step. Every time he took a step closer, his face became more and more... Bai Yifen didn't know whether it was because he was too angry or too frightened.
When he finally stepped into the gate of Jinsha Temple, he quickly put the sword in front of him and looked around furtively for a week. He found that the monks inside the gate had long been dismissed by Master Wu Yan. There were no traps or ambushes. The feeling in his heart That trace of luck suddenly swelled up, and he said with a proud face: "Look at all of you who are as timid as mice. Isn't Uncle Hei standing here safe and sound?"
Listening to everyone's powerful and domineering flattery, the black-faced man looked impressed and had forgotten his frightened look. Just when he was in a daze, his face suddenly changed: "What's the sound? Who is knocking something?" ? It’s so noisy! Stop it!”
Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you. There was no other sound except his noise. They all looked confused and shouted: "Master Hei, what are you talking about? There is no sound at all?"
"What are you muttering about? I can't hear you! What's the sound? Stop knocking! Stop knocking!" The black-faced man didn't hear what everyone said. Instead, he covered his ears and started beating on the ground in pain. roll.
I saw a faint trace of red light in his dark face, his eyes were glaring, and his eyes were about to burst. The grinning boss roared in pain, his body trembled and trembled, and then I saw his body went limp, Blood was pouring from his eyes, nose and ears, and he was obviously dead. When everyone saw this abnormal situation, their scalps were numb and their legs were weak. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Master, have mercy on me! Master, have mercy on me!"
"Please, all the benefactors, please bury the body of this black benefactor safely. The old monk will send it away not far away." After Master Buyan finished speaking, he tiptoed and sent the body of the black-faced man out of Jinsha Temple, and then closed the temple door. , turned and left.
The mob outside the door did not dare to stay any longer, dragging the black-faced man with bleeding from his orifices, and fled in despair.
"Master Witch King, it's as you expected." In the stone hall of Wutu Cave, a spy in black with a dark red crescent moon tattooed on his sleeves bowed and said.
"Haha, there are still too few dead. Did that person really change his gender? If he had followed his original methods, none of these people should have been left alive. Anyway, killing them all or killing just one person is a violation of the precept. . A man of five elements! Let me see who else can protect you now!"
Jinsha Temple, outside the door of Yuanhua's dormitory.
Usually, almost no one comes close to Yuanhua's dormitory within a radius of three feet. She was afraid that some unlucky guy would bump into Yuan Hua and be stalked, beaten and blackmailed by him. Unless the weather outside is bad and you have to pass by this place, you must cover your face and walk quickly. But now this long and narrow corridor is actually crowded with young monks, as if there is some rare object in this room that catches the eye.
"I don't know who Senior Brother Yuanhuai brought back, but he can actually make Senior Brother Yuanhua so interested. I have been in the temple for more than ten months, and I have never seen Senior Brother so calm."
"You are only ten months old. I have been in the temple for more than five years, and I have never seen Yuan Hua reciting sutras with peace of mind."
"Then I'll bet that with a copy of "Introduction to Mu Zen", Senior Brother Yuanhua won't go out today!" The ten-month-old monk threw the booklet into the circle in the center of the crowd.
"What bet? What did Master teach you..." The monk next to him, who had been in the temple for five years, had a righteous look on his face. Then he took out a few booklets from his arms and whispered, "Hey, give me a chance, I'll make a bet." "The Indestructible Heart Sutra"!"
Since Yuan Hua came to Jinsha Temple, although he has not taught the disciples anything good, it has encouraged evil practices. A thousand days of learning is not enough, and a day of bad learning is more than enough. Ever since they were instigated by Yuan Hua, they would use gambling to resolve any disputes they encountered. At first, those senior brothers were very resistant, and gradually turned a blind eye. Now they are gradually enjoying it, turning Jinsha Temple into a "small casino". If the ancestors knew it, they didn't know it. Will he be so angry that smoke will rise from his spiritual throne?
"If you don't chop firewood, carry water, or chant sutras, why are you gathering here?" Master Zi Yan didn't know when he stood behind them, pointed at a pile of books in the center of the circle, and looked at them expressionlessly. Watching them.
"Master, we are afraid that Junior Brother Yuanhua will be lonely, so we sent him scriptures to study..." If the scriptures are handed over, it will be a small matter, but if they are found gambling, the matter will be big. Seeing that Master Wuyan did not express his position, these young monks hurriedly got up and ran away. gone.
Just as the older monk was about to stand up and leave, Master Buyan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Yuan Hua doesn't need these, please return them." After that, he opened the door and entered the room.
Seeing Master Wuyan entering the room, Yuan Hua hurriedly stood up, only to see the master beckoning him to stop talking. Then he took out a short green candle from his arms and put it in a bronze incense burner to light it. , and then closed the lid. Not long after, a cool breath spread in the room.
"Don't worry, if he makes a decision in his heart, he will wake up naturally." Master Wu Yan looked at Wu Fan and said calmly.
"Where am I?" Wu Fan walked drowsily in the darkness, feeling very muddy under his feet, and there was a faint smell of blood pouring into his nasal cavity. Such a strong smell made him nauseous.
Suddenly, another hoarse whisper sounded in his ears, and the darkness around him began to fade away, turning into a vast sea of blood. This familiar sight reminded him of a time when he seemed to have been there not long ago. This place, "Who are you? Let me out!"
Wu Fan wanted to draw out his black knife, but found that he seemed to have lost contact with the palm world. No matter how hard he searched, he could not find his black knife. The hoarse whisper seemed to be in his ears, but there was nothing but a sea of blood around him. Other things, just when he was about to lose his mind like that day, he suddenly heard a long sound of Buddhist mantras in his ears. The restlessness in his heart suddenly calmed down a bit, and the redness in his eyes became clear.
As his mood calmed down, the surrounding scenery also changed rapidly. The color of the blood sea quickly faded and turned into a clear stream in front of him. At the same time, a small island with beautiful scenery appeared. There was a wooden house on the island, which was simple in description.
Wading in the stream at his feet, Wu Fan arrived at the island soon. Just as he approached the wooden house, he suddenly heard the sound of chopping wood in the forest. He walked towards the sound, lifted the branches in front of him, and saw a skinny figure sitting not far ahead, hunched over, holding a black knife, and chopping firewood.
"Senior, may I ask where this is?" Wu Fan turned sideways and asked cautiously, but the person in front of him did not react at all. Wu Fan thought that the person did not hear him, so he amplified his voice and said, "Hello, senior , may I ask where this place is?”
I saw this person suddenly stopped what he was doing, his ears moved, as if he couldn't believe the voice in his ears, he suddenly turned his head, a pair of golden leopard eyes under the tiger's eyebrows met Wu Fan's eyes, and then he screamed wildly He rushed over.
Wufan had never seen such a weird "giant" before. When he saw this skeleton-like giant rushing towards him, he subconsciously ran backwards and rushed out of the island, but no matter how fast Wufan ran, he still couldn't. It was useless, the tall and thin giant caught up with him in a few steps, and caught up with him in no time.
Wu Fan stepped into the fine sand by the lake and fell into the stream. Just when he was thinking about the worst, he only heard a muffled sound and the giant behind him was bounced back. It seemed that he should It was some restriction on the island that bound him to the island.
After the giant climbed up, although he took a few steps closer to Wu Fan's place, he looked at the edge of the island at his feet, and weakly retracted his outstretched hand, unwilling to look at Wu Fan more. After a few glances, he lowered his head, turned around and left.
Although the eyes of the giant in front of him were full of fire, there seemed to be no malice. Wu Fan tentatively called out: "Hello... hello." He wanted to call him senior, but it looked like it was not human at all. , I don’t know if I can understand my own words, so I might as well say hello first, “Hello, where is this place?”
Hearing the voice behind him, his body filled with grievances suddenly became tense. He turned around and screamed non-stop. Then he took out a black knife from behind and pointed it at Wu Fan. When Wu Fan saw this, he hurriedly pointed it at Wu Fan. He stepped back, but found that the giant was just pointing at his black knife and making random gestures.
"You mean, this place is inside the Black Knife?" Seeing the giant clapping his hands and nodding wildly, it seems that you are right. But this black knife looks familiar to Wu Fan. Although it is huge, it is clearly an enlarged version of his woodchopping knife. "I also have this black knife, but it is smaller than yours."
The giant looked stunned for a moment, then scratched his head and scratched the ground with a black knife for a long time. Finally, he nodded with satisfaction, then screamed, waved, pointed at the ground, and asked Wu Fan gestured.
Wu Fan tentatively walked onto the island and found that the giant had no intention of attacking him. He just kept looking around him, as if he was admiring a treasure. His eyes were full of excitement and excitement, which was beyond words. He relaxed and studied the symbols on the ground carefully. Although the symbols looked like ghostly symbols, Wu Fan frowned more and more as he looked at them. It was not because the content was too thrilling, but the words were too ugly!
After a while, Wu Fan finally found the right direction and read the ghost talisman on the ground word by word in a low voice: "This is the stone blade of this old immortal."
Then he looked at the giant who was pretending to be sophisticated with a confused look on his face, and asked, "Old Immortal?"
The old immortal raised his head proudly, stroking his non-existent beard, and had two words written all over his face -
pride.
