Nightmare Attack

"Don't be unreasonable to the benefactor!" Monk Huide reprimanded, and then said to Jiang Cheng with an uneasy face: "Did the benefactor see clearly? That monk who was drinking escaped into this courtyard?"

"I see clearly." Jiang Cheng nodded.

Monk Huide's face darkened, "My monastery has always had strict rules and regulations. If there are monks drinking in private as the benefactor said, they will be punished severely."

Jiang Cheng seemed a little flustered at the moment, and waved his hands quickly, "Master Huide is serious, it's not impossible, it's just a greedy mouth and sneaked a few sips of wine. Keep."

"Benefactor, this matter is related to the reputation of this temple, so don't be careless." Hui De turned around and walked towards the gate of the courtyard, "Both benefactors, please come with me, so you might as well be a witness."

This move was in the hands of the two of them, but looking at Master Huide's solemn demeanor, the fat man couldn't help feeling a little suspicious, and he really didn't see Huide among the monks last night.

Walking to the gate of the courtyard, the two monks saluted Huide monk, but later saw the two Fatty Jiangcheng following Huide, and they were puzzled again, "Senior Brother Huide, what are you..."

"I'm going to take the two benefactors in to have a look." Huide's face was serious, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

"this…"

"It's okay, I'll explain where the monks are." Huide didn't give the two monks a chance to say no, and walked in directly.

The fat man in Jiangcheng followed Huide, and he didn't go far into the yard before he came to the building from last night. But the moment he saw this building, the fat man couldn't help frowning. It was dilapidated, with no obvious signs of damage, and the smashed wooden windows were well closed at the moment.

"You two benefactors, is this the noisy place you are talking about?" Monk Huide asked.

The fat man was a little afraid to speak, because the door of the building was open at the moment, and there were monks in twos and threes sitting cross-legged on the ground, and the sound of chanting sutras and chanting Buddha could be heard endlessly.

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"It's hard to see clearly at night, but it should be here."

Jiang Cheng took advantage of the opportunity to walk forward and stood outside the building door. The door was kicked open by Guan Erye last night, the door shaft was broken, and half of the door fell down. This kind of scar is difficult to repair in a short time. The result was just as he thought, the door was just a bit old and not damaged.

After getting permission, Fatty Jiangcheng entered the Gongde Hall and walked around. Most of the layouts inside were consistent with what they remembered, but there were also some differences. For example, there was no long table for wine, bowls and meat. Not so many wooden stools.

There are extra futons here, and there are monks devoting themselves to the Buddha.

Seeing that the fat man in Jiangcheng hadn't spoken for a long time, the monk who scolded him before became more and more angry, "You two benefactors, what did you find out? Are there monks eating wine here?"

As soon as the words were finished, there was a rush of footsteps coming, the fat man turned around, and the person in front of him surprised him, it was... actually the monk who was cut in half by Guan Erye last night!

The monk has a strong figure, and the moles on his cheeks are easily identifiable. The monk was panting heavily, holding a scripture in his hand, and he came here in a hurry, "Senior brother Huide, I heard you are looking for me? "

Huide nodded with a gloomy face, "Junior Brother Huiming, where were you last night?"

"I... I'm in this merit hall. Senior brother, you know that I took a turn to lead the recitation in this hall last night. All the seniors present can testify for me." The monk named Huiming looked a little aggrieved.

"That's right, Senior Brother Huiming was in the hall last night."

"Yeah yeah."

"I can testify for Brother Huiming."

"Brother Huiming will be reciting scriptures at dawn. By the way, brother Huicong is also there, and he can also testify. Brother Huiming and several senior brothers have made a special trip to teach him scriptures."

…

For a while, several monks in the hall spoke, each with sincerity on their faces, none of them seemed to be telling lies.

Fatty's back felt chills when he heard it. They seemed to be in two worlds. After all, the scene he saw was not a teaching scripture, but forcing monk Huicong to drink and eat meat, and beat him if he refused.

Now the fat man probably confirmed that what they experienced last night was indeed a dream, but at the same time he also knew that this dream would never happen for no reason, there must be some kind of mystery in it.

Hearing what the monks said, Huide raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, then turned around and looked at Jiang Cheng, "You two benefactors, do you have any doubts?"

"If not, please go back, don't miss the monks in the monastery studying Buddhism and gaining merit." Huide clasped his hands together.

"Excuse me." Jiang Cheng turned around and left without ink marks.

Until he left from the courtyard gate, Jiang Cheng's entire face was tense. He was sure that there was something wrong with this temple, but he didn't know exactly where the problem was, but he was sure that it was related to the monks talking about it. Merit and virtue are related, the most urgent task now is to find monk Huicong.

"despair."

"despair."

"despair."

…

A few monks came out from behind a wall. The monks were in a hurry, and their faces were full of panic. The most important thing was that they were holding white cloths in their hands.

One of the youngest monks was carrying a bamboo basket. The fat man had sharp eyes, and he saw things like joss sticks and paper money in it at a glance.

Jiang Cheng quickly stepped forward to stop them, "Masters, where are you going?"

The leader was a middle-aged monk with big shoulders and a round waist, and there was a scar left by a burn on the corner of his mouth, "Returning to the benefactor, a pilgrim passed away in the temple last night, and I will go to chant scriptures for salvation."

"Dead?" Fatty's expression changed.

"Master, where are the pilgrims from?" Jiang Cheng asked.

The middle-aged monk also clasped his hands together ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and sighed, "Amitabha, you are a pilgrim from the West Wing."

Hearing this, Fatty's heart skipped a beat, and the indescribable sense of crisis in his heart burst out after all. The West Wing Room... Isn't that the room of the team of merchants who rescued them?

Among them...someone died, and he died last night!

After explaining to the group of monks that they were about to leave, Fatty Jiangcheng quickly followed them, came to the west wing, opened the door, and saw a dead body lying flat on the ground, with a white handkerchief covering its face, and on the handkerchief were several sage plums. It seems to stand proudly in the snow, adding a touch of sadness to the scene at this moment.

It's not difficult to guess from the figure, the dead man was the young man in this group, and Jiang Cheng had an impression of him.

But the strange thing was that the body didn't have any scars on the outside, and it was still fine when I saw him yesterday. "How did this man die?" Jiang Cheng looked at the old man.

But the old man just stared at the corpse, slowly shook his head, "I don't know, I was fine last night, but I couldn't wake up when I woke up this morning, maybe... it was caused by a succubus." The old man said suddenly.