The bell is ringing!
After the bell rang, the ethereal sound echoed in the mountains and forests. After ringing three times, it became silent.
Everyone's originally held breaths slowed down at this moment, and their tense bodies relaxed slightly.
But before Ji Wanrong could take a step, the powerful drum beat sounded again in the ruined temple.
The drum beat, the drum head trembled, and then an old and hoarse voice came from the ruined temple.
"Now that you're here, why don't you come in?"
The voice was hoarse, like a rag being torn apart, making the people present tense up again.
Everyone present knew what it meant at this moment, and they were a little nervous and a little excited deep in their hearts.
Ji Wanrong clenched his fists with both hands, then took steps forward into the ruined temple.
Lifting up her skirt and crossing the threshold, Ji Wanrong felt a chill all over her body without the sunshine, and the air around her became much colder.
The warm winter sun shines on the treetops of the mountain forest, casting shadows. Ji Wanrong can even see the fine dust rising and falling in the ruined temple.
But the light seemed not to reach the ruined temple, which seemed to be filled with cold wind.
The temple may not be called a temple because there is only one old nun inside.
The old nun was kneeling in front of the Buddha. When she heard the movement outside, she did not open her eyes and look at Ji Wanrong. Instead, she was minding her own business and reciting sutras.
The Buddha statue in the main hall is tall and tall, with a serious expression. On both sides of the Buddha are the angry eyes of Vajra, looking down.
People seem to become extremely small in front of these Buddha statues, which is daunting.
Mo Jiecheng's eyes were fixed on the sister-in-law in front of him, but out of the corner of his eye he looked at the furnishings in the entire temple.
He just felt that the furnishings in this temple looked very familiar, like a very famous Buddhist temple in the capital.
Inspiration Temple, this temple is very popular and second only to Master Jiuyun’s Fahua Temple.
The reason is that the Bodhisattva in the Inspiration Temple is very efficacious. According to legend, as long as you kneel in front of the Buddha and write a note, explain clearly the information you are asking for, and pray seriously, you will definitely have efficacious results.
Mo Jiecheng thought of this, but before he could start thinking, he heard Ji Wanrong's voice resounding respectfully throughout the hall.
"Master Tai, I have found the person you want. Please accept it."
Ji Wanrong originally tied the hands of everyone behind him with long ropes and then connected them together.
In order to make the people inside believe it, they also put heavy chains on their feet.
After Ji Wanrong said this, the old lady still didn't open her eyes, but pointed to the cushion beside her.
"Kneel down and say goodbye."
Ji Wanrong looked at her motionless look, swallowed, handed the rope in Mo Jiecheng's hand, then ran to kneel beside the old nun.
She pretended to pray, but she was actually recalling the interior of the ruined temple she had just seen.
"The number of people is wrong." The old nun closed her eyes, but said coldly.
"Master Tai, you know that after that incident happened in the past, the rumors became much tighter. It is not easy to find these people. But thanks to the trust of the superiors, I will definitely work hard to find them in the future."
After hearing this, the old nun slowly opened her eyes, glanced at Ji Wanrong with her narrow eyes, and then laughed.
Only then did Ji Wanrong realize that when she smiled, her face was a little stiff.
It was like the plastic surgery face she occasionally saw in modern times.
"You're a nice person to talk to." She smiled, but there was a bit of scrutiny in her eyes, "But it doesn't seem like it's hard to find him. After all, you brought one more person here."
"I don't need him, and I didn't ask for him."
The old nun was so keen that she understood all the people Ji Wanrong brought without even opening her eyes, which made Ji Wanrong feel a little numb.
And what she said made Ji Wanrong's hair stand on end.
The scene was completely silent, and even the hearts of the men standing behind were beating rapidly.
Ji Wanrong took a hurried step and laughed heartily twice, "I'll let you know all of my selfishness!"
She turned her head and waved towards Mo Jiecheng: "Come quickly, since the master asked about it, I must make it clear."
Ji Wanrong said with a bit of coquettishness in her eyes, which matched her old face of Mrs. Qian's, which gave her a hint of the joy of an old tree blooming.
"This is my new man. He is not very old. I brought him here today. In addition to keeping an eye on the people I have found, I also want to let the people above him take a look. I also want him to be recommended by the master."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Jiecheng took a few steps forward and knelt down beside Ji Wanrong obediently.
She really looks a bit like a pretty boy.
He was shy on his face, but in his heart he almost laughed wildly because of Ji Wanrong's words.
Ji Wanrong patted his cheek like a hooligan, "You know, I introduced that dead man in the past, and that's why he received the approval of the noble man and achieved unprecedented wealth!"
"But who would have thought that he would hide it from me, steal someone secretly, and even give birth to a child? So I kicked him."
"In the future, let him do the business outside. He is young, has some martial arts skills, can help me look after people, and is obedient." Ji Wanrong smiled in confusion, and then touched Mo Jiecheng again. chin.
Perhaps Ji Wanrong's acting was too real and his words were impeccable, or perhaps the old nun had heard everything and had long known about Magistrate Li's theft.
But what Ji Wanrong said is right. If people still have to be escorted in the future, she, a weak woman with a weak stature, will definitely not be able to control so many people.
What is more important is a man who is good at martial arts and can be trusted.
So the old nun's expression changed slightly, and she obviously believed Ji Wanrong's words.
"What about that person from before? How did you deal with it?"
Ji Wanrong waved his hand, "The dead man has really become a dead man. How can he still survive after knowing about the noble man?"
After she finished speaking, she looked at Mo Jiecheng with a scrutinizing look, and her words contained a hint of threat: "Of course you are too. I brought you here. If you betray me in the future, you will be dead."
Mo Jiecheng hid beside Ji Wanrong, shivering and looking extremely scared.
She is the image of a charming and frail male favorite.
After listening to Ji Wanrong's words, the master finally smiled.
She laughed so loudly that her branches trembled wildly, and her voice was hoarse and ugly.
But as she smiled, her voice suddenly changed, becoming sharper and a bit more aggressive, like a siren.
The old nun stood up while smiling, and then put her hand behind her ear.
An extremely subtle sound was heard. The sound was like the sound of skin being pulled, or like the sound of a cold-blooded poisonous snake shedding its skin.
Everyone saw that Master Tai's original face slowly split open, like a painted skin.
What was exposed at first was a clump of hair as dark as seaweed, and then her face slowly emerged from the human skin mask.
Ji Wanrong looked at Master Tai's movements and knew that what he had just said was a right bet.
A human skin mask was slowly peeled off her face, and her true appearance was immediately revealed.
The people present stared at her face, feeling a little shocked in their hearts.
