Remote villages under Fushui County have been robbed by bandits. The county government has taken action to suppress bandits for many years, but they still continue to suppress them.
The poorer the place, the easier it is for someone to fall prey to bandits.
"I'm afraid the monk in this temple is in bad shape..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a crisp sound of opening the door.
Several people suddenly became alert. Could it be that the robbers haven't left yet?
The temple is very small, with only a Zen room in addition to the Buddhist hall.
At this time, the door of the Zen room suddenly opened.
Under the moonlight, several people could clearly see a monk covered in blood walking out of the meditation room.
The monk turned a blind eye to Song Yushan and the four of them and walked straight into the Buddhist hall, like ghosts.
He climbed onto the seat of the Buddha statue, hugged the Buddha's head, and laughed.
In the silence of the night, a monk covered in blood, holding the Buddha's head and laughing, was really impressive.
"Is this... a living person or a dead person?" Ning Danxia's voice was trembling.
This is too scary. The ghosts in the ghost market are not so nervous.
"A living person, but he will be dead soon." Song Yushan put away his two axes.
The monk laughed for a while, jumped down again, left the Buddhist hall, entered the meditation room, and closed the door.
Then there was a dull sound of falling to the ground.
"He's dead now." Qin Yuan said, going over and kicking open the door of the Zen room.
The monk who had just gone out to laugh for a while had fallen to the ground in the room, with a pool of blood underneath him.
The last bit of breath was gone.
All the boxes and mats in the room were overturned. Judging from the holes in the monk's robe, it seemed that he had indeed been robbed and killed by robbers.
The ghost of a newly deceased man was floating on the monk's body, muttering: "Saved! Saved!"
"What are you keeping?" Song Yushan said coldly.
The monk ghost was startled: "Who is talking to me?"
He looked around and saw the people outside the door: "Who are you? I won't tell you until I die!"
"By the way, I'm dead!" Monk Ghost suddenly calmed down, glanced at them, then hit the wall and ran away.
Qin Yuan chased after him and hammered the wall: "Hey, hey, why are you running? Are we so scary?"
But no matter how she shouted, the ghost monk would not come out.
Song Yushan: "..."
This was the first time she saw a ghost who didn't even care about her body and ran away!
"What! This monk was so talkative when he was alive, why is he still not awake when he is dead?" Ning Danxia was also very puzzled.
Mo Yuming glanced at the Buddhist hall and said, "I guess the truth is in the Buddha's head."
Song Yushan nodded: "Let's go and have a look!"
This monk must have had a reason to hold on for a breath before he died and wanted to see the Buddha's head.
As soon as the Buddha's head was mentioned, the ghost monk who had not come out just now suddenly emerged from the wall: "What are you going to do? I warn you, don't be disrespectful to the Buddha statue! Otherwise I will become a ghost... I will not let him go." It’s your fault!”
"As a monk, don't you think there's anything wrong with us being able to see you? Are we afraid of ghosts?" Ning Danxia pulled out her machete to scare him.
Monk Ghost looked at Dao Guang and flinched, but he still held his neck and floated in front of them, blocking their way.
He couldn't die again anyway.
Facts have proved that even if he dies, he can still face another danger to his life.
Mo Yuming used his true energy to shake him away, and Monk Gui felt that he was almost shaken away.
Several people arrived at the Buddhist hall.
Qin Yuan climbed behind the Buddha statue and observed the Buddha's head: "There are traces of repairs here!"
As the monk ghost screamed, she used a dagger to pry open the areas with repair marks.
There are more than thirty gold hidden in the clay Buddha head.
"Is this the money you are hiding?" Ning Danxia said in disbelief.
"What do you mean 'these money'? This is money! Thirty-two taels of gold!" The ghost monk rushed over and tried to snatch away the Buddha's head, which contained the gold.
But he was a new ghost, and his ghost power was very weak. He couldn't touch the entity at all, so he passed directly through the Buddha's head.
When he rushed over, Qin Yuan let go and jumped down. The Buddha's head rolled to the ground, and the gold inside was exposed.
The ghost monk squatted there and picked up gold over and over again, even if he couldn't find it, he would never give up.
"You were not seriously injured by the robber because you were reluctant to give up the money, right?" Song Yushan suddenly asked.
Logically speaking, the robbers in this small place would not kill them all just for the sake of making money. If they killed everyone during robbery, wouldn't there be nowhere to rob in the future?
"I won't give my money to anyone! Even if I die!" the monk said without looking back.
He was still muttering: "Why can't I pick it up! This is not okay. If it is picked up here, it will be a big loss. This is what I have saved hard..."
If he couldn't pick it up, he would lie down on the Buddha's head as if he could protect his money.
Song Yushan and the others were shocked by his miserly appearance.
Therefore, it was because the monk was bitten to death and refused to tell where he hid the money that he angered the robber and was killed.
He even held a breath before, probably just to see if the hidden silver was still there.
This was the terrifying scene they saw when they first entered the temple.
"There are people who really want money rather than their lives!" Ning Danxia felt a little ridiculous.
Qin Yuan's heart moved and he said: "Monk, we don't want your money. You don't have to be so nervous. You can tell us why you hide so much money? Have you told others? How can such a ruined temple attract robbers? Robbery?"
When Monk Ghost heard that they didn't want money, he hesitated: "Really?"
"Of course it's true. Do you think we are short of money?" Ning Danxia said.
Only then did the ghost monk notice their clothes and relax:
"The temple is too dilapidated and too poor. No one wants to come. I have saved most of my life to save this money. I plan to use it to rebuild the temple and attract pilgrims and other monks. I hope that this temple can Be lively.
I just saved enough money and went to the village to find a mason. I accidentally revealed my wealth. Early this morning, I recruited robbers and asked me where I hid the money. That's why I was in such trouble. "
"It turns out that the miser monk is not guarding wealth, but the temple!" Ning Danxia murmured.
Song Yushan looked at senior sister.
Qin Yuan made a divination and said: "It should be right, it was because of the lax tone that caused the disaster."
"Are you still repairing this temple?" Song Yushan asked Monk Gui.
Monk Ghost sighed and smiled bitterly: "If everyone is gone, what else can we practice?"
He seemed to feel relieved suddenly, and loosened his hands that were tightly trying to hug the Buddha's head:
"Yes, everyone is gone, and the excitement in this temple has nothing to do with me.
I can’t even pick up this money, so what do I need it for? "(End of chapter)
