Nightmare Attack

"Have you forgotten what happened last night? Junior Brother Xuan Cong suddenly went mad and injured several people, and even injured a few pilgrims. If you hurt these few more, how do you ask me to explain to Master and the old man?" Xuan Cong De's face was full of righteousness, with the majesty of a big brother, and the rest of the Taoists dared not speak when they saw this.

Xuande turned to Jiangcheng, first saluted, and then said in an unquestionable tone: "Three pilgrims, this is not the place for you to come, please leave quickly."

Ye Qiutang still wanted to hold on a little longer, but when it came, she took out the silver needle in her bosom and showed it to Xuande, "Prince Xuande, I am a doctor, I can treat the illness of this Taoist..."

"Xuan Yi, see off the guests for me!"

Without giving Ye Qiutang a chance to defend himself, Xuande issued the order to expel the guests with a serious face, and Taoist Xuanyi had no choice but to leave in dismay with the three of them.

Jiang Cheng was thoughtful along the way, then gave Fatty a look, Fatty understood, and suddenly started yelling in the next second, "What, what's going on? We came here to help see the doctor with good intentions, it's fine if we don't appreciate it , look at Xuande's old face, it is so long, if you don't know it, you think I owe him money? I said, is this the way of Qingfeng Temple's hospitality? It's really insightful."

Listening to the fat man's complaints, Xuan Yi, who was leading the way, was full of embarrassment, and kept apologizing, "This fat pilgrim, calm down, calm down, this matter is all my fault, don't look at the fierce brother Xuande, In fact, he is very good, we did something wrong, and when Master punished us for copying scriptures, it was Brother Xuande who spoke for us."

While walking and chatting, Jiangcheng occasionally interjected a few words during the exchange between Fatty and Xuan Yi, and Xuan Yi answered them fluently, everything was so natural.

"Daoist Xuan Yi, what is that place? It looks really nice." Ye Qiutang stopped and looked in one direction with some interest.

Xuan Yi glanced at it and replied: "Oh, that's the side courtyard of the temple. Sometimes the west wing is full, and the pilgrims who come late will be arranged into the rooms in the side courtyard."

Jiang Cheng immediately understood Ye Qiutang's plan. The so-called side courtyard was the place they had been to last night. The bodies of Song Tianming and others were still placed in the courtyard. Xuan Cong did it, so let's see how they explain these corpses.

"We are not familiar with the road in Guanli, can Taoist Master Xuan Yi take us for a walk?" Ye Qiutang looked at Xuan Yi expectantly.

"This..." Xuan Yi was a little embarrassed for a moment.

"Oh, forget it, Xuandedu's virtue, I am completely disappointed in this Qingfeng Temple, when I go down the mountain, I must talk to some big girls and young wives from the nearby villages about it, and keep a bag of it. The effort of smoking will let all the villagers in the nearby villages know how this Qingfeng temple treats pilgrims."

[In view of the general environment,

The fat man kept talking non-stop with his mouth open, and from time to time he said something strange, like red and black, and dark. He didn't learn anything during the time he knew the doctor, but he learned a lot about arranging and slandering.

"Eh? I said Taoist Master Xuanyi, don't take it to heart. I'm not talking about you. I'm right about things and not people." Fatty added.

Hearing these things, Xuan Yi, who was originally wronged, couldn't justify himself, so he could only wave his hands with a wry smile, "Forget it, since the three pilgrims are so elegant, then I will take you for a walk, the scenery of my Qingfeng Temple is amazing Absolutely."

"That's a good relationship." The fat man followed carelessly.

After walking less than half the distance, just as Jiang Cheng was thinking about what explanation Xuan Yi would give when he saw the corpse, a procession came out from the corner ahead, and Jiang Cheng and Ye Qiutang's expression immediately became subtle when he saw the procession.

Because this is a funeral procession, the leader is a few Taoist priests, and the leader is a middle-aged Taoist priest who keeps shaking the bell in his hand.

The middle-aged Taoist priest has a strong figure, big shoulders and a round waist, and he keeps chanting scriptures while walking. These are not the most important thing. The most important thing is that there is a scar left by a burn on the corner of the middle-aged Taoist priest's mouth.

Fatty Jiangcheng immediately recognized this Taoist priest before, and even this scene seemed familiar.

that came

On the second day here, they also met a funeral procession on the way to the West Wing where Ye Qiutang and the others were, but at that time this person was dressed as a bald monk, and he was also reciting the Buddhist Sutra of Rebirth.

"Give way, give way, everyone!"

One of the youngest Taoist priests in the funeral procession ran forward and waved to the people in Jiangcheng, signaling to get out of the way. The little Taoist priest was carrying a bamboo basket stuffed with things like joss sticks, paper money, and the like.

The rest of the team ignored the Jiangcheng people at all, and just carried the corpses over. There were four corpses in total, all of which were covered with white cloths.

Ye Qiutang restrained himself several times so that he didn't lift the white cloth when the corpses passed by, but judging from the blood stains on the white cloth and the raised shape below, it was undoubtedly the corpses of Song Tianming and the others.

Xuan Yi let out a sigh of relief when the team sending the corpse was far away, and shook his head with a heavy face: "It's too miserable, this world... Sigh!"

"This is... what's going on here?" The fat man was shocked, and he was somewhat caught off guard.

"Who are these four people? Why did they die here?" Jiang Cheng looked at Xuan Yi.

"You have misunderstood. They are not pilgrims who came to this temple, nor did they die in this temple." Xuan Yi explained, "We don't know who they are, but the thing is like this. Yesterday, some brothers of this temple took a small road. On the way back to the mountain~www.wuxiamtl.com~, I bumped into these four corpses by chance.”

"Ah! The scene was terrible. The head of the corpse was cut off, and the blood flowed all over the ground. Seeing that scene, it should be a night in a barren mountain, but it was met by bandits. The disciples of this temple couldn't bear to see it being eaten by wild beasts, so Bringing the corpse back, intending to do a ritual ceremony for it today, can be regarded as doing my best.”

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath. He had been observing Xuan Yi's micro-expression when he spoke, but he didn't find any flaws. Whether it was when he was asked a question or when he bumped into the funeral procession, he was very calm.

Until now, he understood that there is an inexplicable and strange connection between Qingfeng Temple and Chijie Temple. Everything that happened in Chijie Temple can be found in Qingfeng Temple, and they can also form a relationship between each other. A weird logical self-consistency.

Now that they already know that the Chijie Temple and the so-called abbot of Fuji are fake, what they want to confirm now is whether the Qingfeng Temple is true or not.

And to prove this point, they have to find as much as possible the illogical part of Qingfeng temple, in other words, they have to find a point as a breakthrough to break this weird logical self-consistency.

"The Sutra Pavilion..."