Nightmare Attack

At noon, the fat man in Jiangcheng came to the dining hall for dinner. Everything was still the same. A bowl of clear porridge and rice was placed in front of him, and the fat man frowned.

Ye Qiutang, Song Tianming and the others also came. They brought enough dry food themselves. They must have disliked the porridge and rice in this temple. Jiangcheng also knew the purpose of their coming here. Naturally, they were looking for Monk Huicong.

But it's a pity that monk Huicong didn't show up in the Zhaitang today, not only Huicong was absent, but also the familiar faces of Huide and Huiming were also absent.

After eating porridge, Jiang Cheng came to the great monk who was in charge of the precepts in the vegetarian hall, and performed a Buddhist ceremony, "Master, why didn't Master Huide come to eat the vegetarian meal today?"

The great monk clasped his hands together, "Benefactor, are you looking for Huide for something?"

"I had some misunderstandings with Master Huide yesterday, and I want to explain to him today, and I would like to ask the master to make it easier for me."

"Amitabha, it turned out to be like this. Huide and a group of brothers and sisters went to the Buddhist scripture pavilion behind the temple today to debate scriptures. The monks in the temple did not eat after noon. If the donor waits any longer, he will not come." The great monk Gao Mada , whose physique is stronger than that of a fat man. It is hard to imagine that this is a figure that can be grown by eating porridge every day, but his words and demeanor are full of humility.

Jiang Cheng returned the salute to the great monk, "Thank you, Master."

Seeing the two of Jiang Cheng leaving, Song Tianming also pretended to have finished his porridge, and followed them naturally. When they reached a secluded place where no one was around, the two sides met. After Jiang Cheng briefly introduced the situation to him, he then Find a branch and draw the tattoo on Huicong's back on the ground.

Before the tattoo was finished, Song Tianming nodded and confirmed that it belonged to Daozong. He seemed to be worried that Jiangcheng and the two would not believe him, so he pointed to one of them, "Look, everyone, this is Yinghuo, this is Taibai, and next is Suixing." ...This is the astrology map that Daozong used for good measure, so it can't be wrong."

"Senior, do you know what this picture represents?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Song Tianming hesitated for a moment, his face was rather strange, "It's strange, this map of constellations seems... It seems to be a residual map."

The fat man anxiously wanted to take out his phone and show Song Tianming the picture the doctor had drawn before. That picture was obviously more detailed and complete, but considering that such technology might subvert Song Tianming's cognition, resulting in Unnecessary misunderstandings, I had no choice but to let it go in my heart.

After no further discoveries were made, Fatty Jiangcheng chose to leave, and the two walked towards the Sutra Pavilion in the direction indicated by the great monk.

But as they walked, the two realized that something was wrong. Why did they walk more and more sideways? At the beginning, they occasionally met a few monks, but now the buildings on the road became rare, and the surrounding area became more and more desolate.

Until they stopped in front of a small grove.

The fat man opened his eyes wide, "This place...it seems like we have been to this place before?"

It doesn't need to be said by the fat man, Jiangcheng realized this just now. Although this road is not the one they walked on last night, it is in the same direction, so their final location is not too different.

Sure enough, passing through the grove, a magnificent building appeared in front of them, and in a small area paved with bluestone slabs in front of the building, dozens of monks sat cross-legged.

These monks sat on the ground and formed a circle, and in the middle of the circle was the emaciated monk Huicong.

At this moment, Monk Huicong looked quite miserable, his whole body was **** like a rice dumpling, and his mouth was covered with a piece of golden cloth, on which there seemed to be faint scriptures.

The monks closed their eyes slightly, and the sound of chanting sutras was out of sync. The sound of the sutras reached the ears of the fat man in Jiangcheng, leaving only a "buzzing" sound.

Soon, Fatty Jiangcheng was discovered, and monk Huide came over with a few people, his face very ugly.

"Benefactor, this is the most important scripture storage pavilion in our temple, and it is also the retreat place for the abbot and several eminent monks. Why do you come here uninvited?"

"Master Huide, what are you doing?" Jiang Cheng didn't answer, but turned to look at Monk Huicong.

"Junior brother Huicong has too much demons in his heart, we will chant sutras for him to drive away evil spirits."

"Hehe, according to my opinion, the benefactor has evil thoughts about my precept temple. Could it be that he dreamed that there are also monks stealing wine and meat here?"

Compared with Huide's restraint, Huiming was obviously more aggressive. He took several monks behind him and slowly pressed towards Fatty Jiangcheng, and it seemed that he planned to strike if he disagreed.

Now the rest of the monks stopped chanting, but turned their heads to watch the excitement.

"Huiming, don't be rude!"

An old voice came from a distance, it was not loud, but it was very intimidating. After hearing the voice, Huiming stopped immediately, and the monks who were watching the excitement also looked away and continued to chant sutras.

A moment later, an old monk wearing a gray coarse cloth monk uniform came over. He was in his early 70s at least, with one hand standing in front of his body and the other hand in front of his abdomen, constantly twirling a string of rosary.

But these are not the most important. The fat man in Jiangcheng focused his eyes on the old monk's face, because the old monk was blind.

The eye sockets were sunken, and the withered eyelids were tightly attached to the bones. Jiang Cheng immediately recalled what the abbot said. The old monk in front of him may not be blind. His eyes must have been gouged out.

Seeing the old monk approaching, Hui De Huiming saluted one after another, "I have seen Master Uncle."

The old monk stared at Jiang Cheng and Fatty with empty eye holes. For a moment, Jiang Cheng and Fatty felt as if they were being watched.

"Two benefactors, please follow me."

The old monk walks briskly, without the feeling of old age at all, and exudes a strong aura~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Following this person, the fat man dare not breathe.

All the way to the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Jiangcheng was sure that this was the building he came to last night when he saw the door, but it was dilapidated at that time, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.

Similar to Gongde Hall, day and night, here are like two worlds, different time and space.

The old monk turned around and continued to stare at them with those sunken eye holes. After a long time, he spoke slowly, but this time the tone of the old monk's voice changed, as if he couldn't suppress his excitement, and his voice was trembling, " The person the abbot brother was waiting for has finally arrived, Amitabha, so good!"

This sudden action confused Fatty Jiangcheng, Jiangcheng thought twice, and asked, "Master, what do you mean?"

"Huicong is haunted by demons. Although the monks in this temple have tried their best, they still have little effect. They may cause a catastrophe. The senior abbot and other senior brothers joined forces to retreat, and finally found an opportunity from a volume of secret scriptures. To overcome this catastrophe, I need to wait for a predestined person from the Precept Temple."

Some people died, but not completely dead...