After asking the two police officers to stay and look for Yang Lan, Lei Ming led several other police officers to Jiming Temple immediately!
However, when Lei Ming arrived at Jiming Temple, Master Jingyun and Bai Chang's bodyguard inside said, "Old Bai, he has left! He drove away by himself!"
"But Comrade Police Officer, there was indeed something wrong with Bai Lao's condition at that time!"
"My whole body seems to be possessed by a ghost, my face is waxy white and there are dark circles under my eyes!"
"Look for him quickly!"
Listening to the descriptions of the two men, Lei Ming felt his scalp numb!
He vaguely felt that Bai Chang's life might not be saved!
...
At the bottom of the mountain, in an Audi car that was almost going on a rampage, Bai Chang's face was frighteningly white, and his pupils were almost invisible, and they were just pale eyeballs!
Except for Bai Chang, the temperature in the empty car was so low that it could freeze anyone to death, but if you look in the rearview mirror, you can see that two evil ghosts, one big and one small, are clinging to him!
The big ghost was covered in blood, with blood and tears streaming down his pale ghost face. She seemed to be whispering in Bai Chang's ear!
If Master Jingyun were here, she would definitely recognize it, this is Jingyu!
The woman who came to Caiyun to look for her son!
The kid smiled "hehe", waved his cold little hand and grabbed Bai Chang's heart, saying "no catch" and "no catch" one by one, as if he wanted to take something out of it. !
It's summer!
Haunted by two powerful ghosts, one large and one small, Bai Chang's vitality gradually disappeared. The Buddha amulet on his chest emitted a faint light. Every time it lit up, Bai Chang's vitality recovered a little!
However, the restored vitality was quickly sucked away by two powerful ghosts, one large and one small, so that Bai Chang always looked like he was possessed by a ghost!
Swish——
I don't know how long it took, but there was a sudden sound of braking. Bai Chang climbed out of the car in a daze. He stumbled forward and fell into the water on the ground with a "pop".
Using his last bit of strength to raise his head, Bai Chang saw the closed gate of Chongwen Temple in front of him.
It was past seven o'clock, with heavy clouds and heavy rain, and the sky was dark. There were only twos and threes of pedestrians around Chongwen Temple. Occasionally, someone saw this pale old man lying on the ground and left in a hurry!
A young mother was passing by with her child holding an umbrella. Suddenly, the little boy, whose mother was holding her hand, pointed at Bai Chang who was lying on the ground and said, "Mom!"
"That aunt and that kid are beating that grandpa!"
The young mother turned around and saw other than Bai Chang lying on the ground, how could there be any aunts or children? !
Her expression suddenly changed, "What nonsense are you talking about on such a cloudy day?!"
After saying that, he picked up the little boy and left in a hurry.
"Uh, uh!"
A low and painful cry came from Bai Chang's mouth. He looked up at the gate of Chongwen Temple not far away in front of him. His pale eyes rolled slightly. He raised his hand with great effort and climbed towards the gate little by little. past.
It seemed that there was something inside the temple gate that could save his life.
In Chongwen Temple, this is usually the time for the monks to eat, but today, the entire temple was so quiet that there was no sound at all.
Even the raindrops falling on the floor tiles in the temple did not dare to make a sound.
Da da da!
Suddenly, slight footsteps sounded.
Along with it, there was the sound of "dang, dang, dang" being struck by metal and stone.
"Amitabha......"
The long and old voice passed through the rain curtain and crossed the Buddhist hall. An old monk wearing a cassock and a face covered with wrinkles like dry bark appeared step by step beside the temple door holding a Zen staff.
He did not come out of the temple, but from outside the temple.
Braving the continuous drizzle, the old monk walked up to Bai Chang, holding the Zen staff in his hand and standing with one hand in front of him, "Donor Bai, it's lucky that your amulet protects your soul. Otherwise, your soul would have been gone at this time." ”
Bai Chang, who was on the ground, raised his hand little by little to the old monk, apparently praying for something.
The wrinkles on the old monk's face trembled slightly. He looked behind Bai Chang and said, "You two are pitiful people, but after all, this is still my place of Buddhism. Donor Bai is the master of incense in my temple. Enjoy the longevity tablet."
"A monk is compassionate. If you hurt him so much today, I won't care about you. Leave quickly."
Gui Jingyu raised his head, stared at the old monk with a black and blue face full of blood and tears, and opened his mouth to let out a shrill ghost scream!
In an instant, all the ancient trees in Chongwen Temple roared in the wind and rain!
The old monk suddenly looked panicked!
He immediately looked back and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the temple door behind him was tightly closed.
Turning around, the old monk's anger surged, "You lonely ghost! Do you insist on hurting others in front of me? Isn't there anyone in Chongwen Temple who bullies me?!"
Bang!
After the old monk finished speaking, he slammed the Zen staff on the ground, and the golden rings on the staff made a crisp sound. Suddenly, Gui Jingyu covered his cold head, with a look of extreme pain on his face!
But Xia Tian didn't seem to be affected by anything. He squatted on Bai Chang's back and laughed endlessly, grabbing Bai Chang's back with his little hands!
"Hehe! Didn't catch it again!"
"Didn't catch it!"
"Still not caught!"
I don't know what it is grabbing, but the cold little hand grabs Bai Chang's back time and time again. With each scratch, Bai Chang's face becomes more painful!
The old monk used the ring sound of his Zen staff to drive away the ghosts, but he did not dare to do anything to Xia Tian. He just said in a persuasive manner: "Children, this old man has been punished. Let's stop it, okay?"
Xia Tian tilted his little head and looked at the old monk. His cold hands scratched Bai Chang's back again, "Hehe, I didn't catch him again?!"
The old monk patiently persuaded: "He has a Buddhist amulet on his body to protect him. You can't catch his heart. Children, you have to be merciful and merciful. Let him go, okay?"
A strange expression appeared on Xia Tian's little ghost face. He looked down at the bloody hole in front of him, raised his head and said to the old monk: "Chengcheng, I said the same thing as you..."
The old monk trembled when he heard the words "Chengcheng", and he turned his head and looked behind him again!
Seeing that the temple door was still tightly closed, the old monk continued to turn to Xia Tian and said, "Right? Look, he said he couldn't catch it, so how could you possibly catch it?"
"Obey, we won't play anymore, be good!"
Snapped!
At this time, Xia Tian's little devil's hand once again grabbed Bai Chang's back, and this time Bai Chang's whole body was shocked!
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the old monk with pleading eyes!
Xia Tian's smiling face gradually became blurred, and he said quietly: "Hey, this time, I caught it!"
The old monk's expression suddenly changed, "You kid! You're kicking your nose and showing off your face!"
"Look at me accepting you!"
After saying that, he was about to raise the Zen staff in his hand, when he held it——
Behind the old monk, the closed temple door was opened by two trembling monks. Yang Ning yawned and stepped out.
"Master Jueming, long time no see."
Smiling and saying hello to the old monk, Yang Ning put one hand behind his back and spread the other forward, and walked out of the temple gate.
In the old monk's horrified eyes, Yang Ning held his open hand bit by bit. When he let go, a ball of golden powder slipped from his hand like sand!
"Ah?! This?!"
The old monk hurriedly looked at Bai Chang's neck and saw that the Buddhist amulet that had been providing Bai Chang with vitality had been reduced to pieces.
After the golden gravel was completely scattered, Yang Ning spread out the five fingers of his right hand, exerted a little force, and bang!
A sound like thunder rang out, startling all the monks behind the temple door to tremble!
Behind Yang Ning, above the temple door, there was a blood-red ghost handprint on the temple door plaque with the three characters "Chongwen Temple" written on it that had gone through many years of wind and rain!
Suddenly, the old monk's trembling body and the plaque on the temple door couldn't stop swaying in the wind and rain!
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