In front of the Ji Chicken Temple, he grabbed Fang Dou's hands in martial law and refused to let go for a long time.
"Brother Fang Dou, take care of yourself."
"There is still something in the temple, I'll go back first!"
After sobering up, he brought a group of monks back to Fuyuan Temple with martial law.
Before leaving, the monks helped clean up the mess and clean up the ground.
"The song ends and everyone is separated!"
Fang Dou looked around in peace, and it was hard to believe that it was already lively before.
"And, you big guy, what should I do?"
A turtle with a sized door panel was lying beside the copper cauldron, squinting his eyes weakly.
Fang Dou looked at the short tree in front of the temple. Most of the leaves were yellow, and it was almost winter.
No wonder this turtle is listless and may be about to hibernate!
"Find you a place!"
Fang Dou saw that this turtle was not a land turtle and should prefer to sleep in the wet mud nest.
Not far from the temple, there is a river that should be able to put down this big turtle.
"Take you to find a place to rest!"
Fang Dou spread his hands, held one side of the turtle shell, and lifted it into the air.
"Huh!"
Fang Dou showed a look of surprise. This big turtle was not too heavy, but too light.
The turtle as big as a square table fell lightly on his hands, as if the turtle shell was empty.
"How old are you?"
The turtle opened his eyes hard, squinted at Fang Dou, spewing out a large ball of heat, hitting him in the face.
"Let me see your annual rings!"
Fang Dou turned the turtle over, and the secret patterns on the tortoise shell were squeezed densely.
If you count it roughly, there are at least thousands of rounds.
"Are you so old?"
Very good-natured, the old turtle that is over a thousand years old is almost becoming a sperm.
The old turtle still looked ignorant, half-opening her mouth, constantly spraying heat on Fang Dou's face.
"Send you to the river, and you will be at ease with me in the future!"
Fang Dou held the old turtle and walked step by step to the riverside, putting it down, and the river water gradually disappeared through the turtle shell.
The originally dry turtle shell is moisturized by the river and becomes shiny.
The old turtle entered the water and became energetic. It slowly stretched out from the turtle shell and flapped, gradually sinking into the soft mud.
After a while, Fang Dou could only see the outline of the turtle through the flowing river.
"Just settle down!"
Fang Dou patted his hands and turned around and left.
At the bottom of the water, the old turtle looked like a bark on his face and opened his mouth, "The time is coming!"
...
At night, Fang Dou practiced several cycles and went back to his room to fall asleep.
The mahogany bed is stable and sleeping on it is much more solid than the door panel, and the silk quilt is softer to the touch. In a word, the quilt is so comfortable.
As soon as Fang Dou lay down, he fell into deep sleep and soon fell into a dream.
Tonight's dream is particularly clear and strange.
In the dream, Fang Dou woke up early and was reading a book in the side hall.
This time, Mr. Qian sent too many books, many of which were precious lonely books, which made Fang Dou love.
"Hulala!"
Fang Dou's ear moved and heard the violent sound of water, which turned out to be the direction of the river.
He still remembers that he was releasing old turtles by the river during the day. Could it be that there was something wrong?
Fang Dou hurriedly got up, looked out through the wooden window, and saw a vague black shadow slowly approaching the direction of the Jiming Temple.
As the shadow approached, Fang Dou recognized the outline of the old turtle, but took it carefully and took it and took the air conditioner.
This old turtle sank into the water during the day, and its body was empty.
But at this moment, there was a dark coffin on its back.
Where did the coffin come from?
Fang Dou could clearly see that this coffin, to be precise, was a burial utensil recorded in ancient rituals, and was covered with double layers of inner and outer layers.
The outer layer is the coffin, and the inner layer is the coffin.
The old turtle struggled, carrying the coffin, and moved towards the Chicken Temple step by step.
"This, this, this!"
What a crazy thing about this old turtle, bringing such an unlucky thing to the Jiming Temple!
Besides, there is a radius of ten miles nearby and Fang Dou knows it well, where does the coffin come from?
Finally, the old turtle stopped in front of the Chicken Crown Temple, retracted its limbs and lay on the ground.
Perhaps because he felt tired, the old turtle narrowed his eyes and never moved again.
Fang Douzheng breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly heard a creaking sound, and the coffin on the turtle shell opened.
The maroon wooden cover poked out a bone claw, held the edge and pushed it out.
When the cover plate was pushed to the end, a white skeleton stood up and walked out, moving the joints a few times, as if it was very uncomfortable.
The skeleton walked stiffly to the door, raised the bone claws, and knocked on the brand new door.
"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"
Fang Dou raised his hand and wanted to cast a spell to defeat the skeleton.
But something strange happened. His magic power was empty and he could not use any magic.
"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"
The skeleton was very patient and continued to knock on the door.
The knocking sound was extremely rhythmic, and it kept knocking at the door, and it was a perfect match that it would never stop until it opened.
Fang Dou knew that if he didn't show up today, the other party would definitely not give up.
"What are you afraid of?"
Fang Dou remembered that Jiming Temple was his home court, so what ghosts and monsters dared to be arrogant here?
He got up and walked out of the side hall, cleared his throat, "Who is outside?"
An old voice sounded, "My friend, I am about to travel far, I'm here to visit!"
No matter how you hear this sound, it doesn’t look like a skeleton!
"It's not convenient to open the door!"
A sigh came from outside the door, "My friend, don't be wary. I'm here to show my warning, and I have no ill intentions!"
Fang Dou was skeptical and opened the door and saw the skeleton standing in front of the door.
"My friend, have you forgotten the turtle released in the daytime?"
"you?"
Fang Dou first looked at the skeleton, then glanced at the turtle not far away. It was hard to imagine that the two were originally one.
The skeleton sighed, "I have been practicing for hundreds of years, but I have never achieved the right result. Today's deadline is approaching. I am grateful to my friend for giving me the kindness of living water. I will give you a warning!"
"Show warning?" Fang Dou asked back, "What danger is there in me?"
"I was born tortoise, and I have the instinct to seek good fortune and avoid bad luck. Now that my life span is about to end, my premonition is even stronger!"
"My friend, if you are in less than three days, your disaster will be in danger!"
"I hope you can do it yourself!"
Fang Dou heard this and was shocked and was about to ask for the details.
At this time, the old turtle carrying a black coffin sighed and passed away suddenly.
The skeleton also collapsed immediately and disappeared without a trace.
"Don't leave!"
Fang Dou shouted loudly and found himself sitting on the bed, surrounded by pure white gauze tents.
"So it's a dream!"
Fang Dou touched the sweat on his forehead and wanted to continue falling asleep, but he couldn't fall asleep.
It seems that if he doesn't understand this strange dream, he won't want to sleep tonight.
He stood up and put on his clothes, Fang Dou pushed the door out and saw that there were only huge copper tripods standing in front of the door, and there were no skeletons, turtles and black coffins in the dream.
Is everything a dream?
The river was gurgling, and Fang Dou walked to the shore, but there was no trace of the turtle.
"Be sure to find it and ask clearly!"
Fang Dou walked twenty miles along the direction of the water flow before he saw the outline of the turtle as big as a square table.
When he caught it, he saw that the old turtle had disappeared, leaving only the empty turtle shell, with nothing inside!
Is it a dream, or not a dream?
Chapter completed!