Nightmare Attack

Jiang Cheng even heard the sound of the door being pushed a little, but the sound stopped in the next second.

A few shadows were clearly left on the door paper under the reflection of the candlelight. The fat man swallowed hard, and he felt a few gloomy eyes looking in at the damaged part of the door paper.

"Let's go, search elsewhere, they won't be far away." After a while, those figures dispersed.

Because of the lessons learned from being caught last time, Jiang Cheng didn't move until those figures walked away this time.

"It's all right." The abbot's voice sounded again, not loud, but full of a rare sense of thickness.

"Are you the abbot of Fuji?" Ye Qiutang was not stage frightened, but staying in the dark for a long time and facing unknown people made her feel very uncomfortable, and she subconsciously wanted to light the candle in her hand.

"Amitabha, it's the poor monk." The abbot's voice came faintly from not far ahead, "This benefactor, please don't light the candles, those people outside haven't gone far."

Ye Qiutang froze for a moment, "Can you see the movements of my hands?"

He had heard from Jiang Cheng that the abbot was blind and had both his eyes gouged out. For a while, Ye Qiutang didn't know who to trust.

"Hehe, this night is all illusory, but the poor monk can see more clearly when he is blind." The abbot slowly chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha."

"Master, Little Master Huiqing came to us tonight, but unfortunately we failed to save him. Those monks killed a man and then sacrificed him to the Bodhisattva as two-legged sheep." Jiang Cheng described it as simply as possible. I went through the experience of Gongdetang again.

"Ah—" the abbot sighed, "This poor monk's Dharma is insignificant, and I can't restrain my disciple."

As soon as the subject changed, the abbot's tone towards the three of Jiangcheng suddenly became solemn, "Blesser Jiang, the poor monk has told you everything I should have said before, but now that the evil thoughts have arisen, and the common people in the world are about to encounter a catastrophe, and the benefactor You just came to my precepts temple at this moment, this is the mercy of my Buddha, and the donor has a deep connection with the Buddha, all of this is a decree, and I hope that the benefactor will put the world's common people first, and help my precepts temple to overcome this catastrophe."

"According to the deduction of the poor monk, tonight is the deadline. If you fail, you will be doomed!"

The abbot's voice even had some pathos at the end.

"Master, I am willing to help, but how should I do it?" Whether to help, how to help, these will be discussed later, Jiang Cheng now wants to know what the old monk wants him to do.

"Amitabha, goodness, goodness, the benefactor's heart is for the common people, and the poor monk admires it." The abbot repeated these few words, and Jiang Cheng was upset. "As for the method, the poor monk told the benefactor last night. I don't know what the benefactor thinks?"

Thinking that the other party was still thinking about his own eyes, Jiang Cheng felt very uncomfortable, "Master, is there no other way?"

"Amitabha, it seems that the benefactor still can't believe me. The poor monk has already told the benefactor that this night is a night of illusory, and the people the benefactor sees on this night are also illusory people. Keeping these eyes will only make the benefactor fall into a state of illusion. Adding false thoughts, only by cutting off the root of this affliction can the donor have the opportunity to get rid of it completely.”

Fatty's hand moved towards Jiangcheng, grabbed Jiangcheng's hand and squeezed it twice. Jiangcheng knew what Fatty meant, and he suspected that the abbot was unreliable.

Ye Qiutang was the same, she also lacked trust in the abbot who was hiding in the dark.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Cheng seemed to have figured it out, "Okay, let me ask again, is it okay for me to do this alone, or do we need all of us?"

"Only one benefactor is enough." The abbot replied very simply.

"Why? Don't they need to escape the realm of illusion?" Jiang Cheng seemed to have found the abbot's loophole.

"Amitabha, the benefactor is different from them." After a pause, the abbot spoke again with a subtle tone, "Don't the benefactor himself not know what is special about him?"

Hearing that the fat man held Jiang Cheng's hand even tighter, the fat man knew that Jiang Cheng was zero, and that he was brought back from another world by the old president.

These words seemed to have touched Jiang Cheng, he no longer hesitated, "Abbot, what do I need to do? Just dig

Can you just drop your eyes? "

"Almsgiver, come forward."

The three people in Jiangcheng stepped forward at the same time, holding hands with each other, as if they were a whole.

"Go forward."

After several times, the abbot told Jiang Cheng to stop, but at this moment the abbot's voice was very close.

According to the abbot's request, Jiang Cheng let go of one hand. He chose to let go of Ye Qiutang, and then used that hand to feel in the darkness ahead. Soon, he touched a heavy stone table with a wooden box.

"Inside the box is the temple's treasure, the purple-gold bowl, and the donor can put his eyes in it."

"This object is very mysterious. It can break the universe, ignore the changes of the years, and pass on the things of different dynasties." The abbot's voice was quite emotional, "And Huicong was also knocked down by the elder brother with this object, so he was able to seal it."

Jiang Cheng suddenly remembered that the abbot mentioned it before, and the senior brother hugged Huicong's thigh crying bitterly, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, took out a bowl from his arms and knocked Huicong unconscious, unexpectedly it was the treasure in front of him.

But what Jiangcheng cares more about is the abbot's description of this object, which can break the universe, the four directions are called the universe, the past and the present are called the universe, and the word "the universe" is the ancient people's name and understanding of time and space.

And the latter sentence ignores the change of time and passes on things from different dynasties is even more powerful. Jiangcheng's understanding is that there may be things in this bowl that do not belong to this time and space, for example, he can find a mobile phone, a watch, and in other words In other words, he can also put things in it and send it to another world.

"another world!"

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment. He immediately thought of Li Baiyao, Shunyu, and Zhu Jie, Tang Qisheng.

Didn't these people just get scattered to different time and space?

Could it be... Could it be that this purple gold bowl is the intersection of three time and space~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The people in the other two worlds urgently need his help?

In the next second, Jiang Cheng slowly calmed himself down, but it didn't make sense. After all, he could understand that the other two teams needed other things, but they needed his eyes, which was too strange.

Jiang Cheng raised his head calmly and looked towards the direction of the voice in the darkness, "Master, is it that simple?"

"Prior to this, the benefactor needs to prostrate in the direction of the Buddha. A total of three prostrations are required, and a big salute must be performed. Each prostration must be reverent and chanted."

"Shouting what?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Becoming a Buddha!"

"Where is the statue of Buddha? How do I worship?"

"Amitabha, there is no need for the donor to worry about this. The Buddha statue is behind the poor monk. The donor can bow to the poor monk."