Mr. Shen went with the flow and asked about the situation of the mountain and sea drawings. The old abbot frowned and his face was a little unhappy, because he had clearly warned everyone who knew that the mountain and sea drawings were lost. Without his consent, he would definitely not allow this matter to be told. However, now that this has been known by outsiders, it is not good to hide it or not. The old abbot sighed and told the story.

If this matter was said, it would take more than twenty years to go back. At that time, the old abbot had just become a monk and came to this temple to be a young monk who boiled water and chopped firewood. The abbot in the temple gave him a Dharma name called Huijue. At that time, the country had no great development, and there were no mobile phones, TVs and computers. The only thing these monks had to pass the time was morning and evening classes and meditation. Huijue was just a disciple who had just entered Buddhism, so naturally it was not his turn. Huijue had to get up early with his senior brother and master every day, listen to them chanting scriptures in the hall, and learn to meditate. Over time, Huijue learned a lot.

On that day, Huijue was meditating and chanting scriptures in the woodshed, and heard the outside storm. Huijue knew something was wrong, so she quickly ran to the door, opened a crack in the door and looked out. She saw a man in black breaking into the temple and killing people everywhere in the yard. All of his senior brothers died under his hands. Although Huijue was very angry, he did not go out. He knew that there was still a big difference between his pounds and the man in black, so he had to hide in the room and watch the situation outside.

The man in black outside had his eyes red. The samurai sword in his hand danced up and down, and the cold light flashed. None of the monks under him could last for more than two rounds. The man was happier and happier. The happier and happier the more he wanted to kill. Just when he had just chopped a monk to death, a stick flew straight towards him. The man was not afraid. The blade slashed the stick towards the stick. The stick was in half. Before the man in black could react, he saw a shadow on the ground. The man in black looked up. An old monk in seventy or eighty years old was above his head, stretching out a palm, facing his head. The man in black thought to himself that something was wrong. Just as he was about to run, he felt a terrifying pressure appearing between the world. Then the man in black couldn't support his legs, knelt down, and then lay on the ground without moving.

If you look up from a high place, you will find that the man in black is in a palm print. The palm print is naturally produced by the old monk above, that is, the abbot of the temple. Huijue watched it in the room and jumped up happily, but he did not go out. He always felt that the matter was not over.

The old abbot slowly fell from the air, walked to the man in black, and sang a Buddha's name: "Amitabha"

"What are the bad things for young people to do? They have to defile this pure land. Let the monk send you down and repent. I hope you won't make the second mistake." The old abbot said, and then bent down and reached out to hit the back of the man in black. But the hand was a few inches away from the back of the man in black, and it was grabbed by one hand. The old abbot was shocked.

"Hehe, old bald donkey, didn't expect that, grandpa, I've been living for more than 80 years. If you want to call me brother, how could you kill me, this guy who is a brother? Haha, it's you who deserves to go to hell!" The man in black said in the end, and his whole face became ferocious and terrifying. Huijue saw it clearly in the room. A black line slowly moved up from the old abbot's arm and walked straight to his heart. No matter how the old abbot got rid of it or how lucky he was, the man in black could not shake off the hand, and the black line could not disappear.

"Old monk, go down and say hello to the King of Hell. Just tell him, Wu Wantian asked me to say hello to him." After the man in black said, the black thread just reached the old abbot's heart. The old abbot widened his eyes and looked at Wu Wantian, spitting blood, and then fell to the ground. According to what Buddhism said, he took off his body and went to the Western Paradise.

After seeing the old abbot's death, the man in black laughed, stood up, patted the soil on his body, and entered the hall.

In less than ten minutes, the man in black walked out, holding a bag in his hand and cloth made of yellow silk. Judging from the appearance, it didn't look like a treasure relics or something, but it looked like a book, but this book was quite thin.

The man in black looked around and was about to leave when a voice came from the sky: "Put down the thing, I'll let you go."

The man in black trembled for a moment, and the owner who seemed to be afraid of the voice: "I have left you, why do you still follow me to care about me, why!"

"I don't want to care about you either, but the things in your hands force me to care about you. Also, if you beat the abbot in this temple to death, it's just that you can't get along with me. Don't you know that this abbot has something to do with me?" A thunder suddenly rumbled in the sky, and the man in black had no choice but to say, "Okay, okay, I'll leave, I'll give you the things."

"Yeah" the sound in the sky was not mixed with any emotion.

The man in black threw the bag aside, glanced at the sky a few times, and walked towards the door. Every time he took a step, his body faded, and before he could reach the door, he was gone.

When Huijue saw that the man in black disappeared, she hurriedly ran out and hugged the old abbot's body and cried bitterly.

Huijue was in tears and saw a man in white clothes and white hair appearing in front of him, wearing a white body like a lotus that had just emerged from the mud, as if he had not been covered by a trace of dust in the world.

"Okay, no matter how much you cry, you will die. I'll give you this thing." The man threw a yellow silk bag over, Huijue took it, wiped his tears, wanted to see what was inside, and put all his senior brother and master in.

"Don't open it, I think you are not young anymore. From now on, you will be the abbot here. The thing here is called Shanhaitu. Someone will come to you to pick it up in the future. Just give it to him at that time." After the man finished speaking, he turned around and disappeared.

Huijue put the things in close proximity and went out to call the police. All the dead bodies and injured were sent to the hospital, while the old abbot was stayed and prepared to choose a good day for cremation. Interrogation was naturally indispensable. Huijue told the story, of course, the man in white was naturally pinched away without saying anything. In fact, he also knew that relying on the police, the case could be found in the year of the monkey and the month of the horse, so he did not place much hope.

After returning, Huijue cremated the old abbot, and the cremated relics were naturally enshrined in the pagoda, and Huijue naturally became the abbot, and she has been safe and sound to the present.

Just a few days ago, a tour group arrived at the temple and wanted to burn incense and worship the Buddha. Because I heard that the Buddha here was very effective, Abbot Huijue naturally agreed to the request and asked them to pay the incense money first and then go in to worship the Buddha. After these people entered, Abbot Huijue ordered the two little novice monks to close the door of the hall and let them be kind and calm inside.

But who knew that something happened after the door was closed. Before he came out after half an hour, Huijue became anxious and asked someone to open the hall door. He saw these people lying on the ground in unison, but Huijue looked at it again and saw something wrong. There was a futon that was not on it. When the futon was put, it was placed according to the number of people, which means that one of them was lost.

When Abbot Huijue was in a hurry, a monk from outside ran in and whispered to him that the mountain and sea map had been stolen and the two guards were beaten seriously injured. This was awesome. Huijue quickly asked someone to call the police, and he went to a small hall with the mountain and sea map. When he walked into the hall, he saw that there was nothing on the shelf and the hall was in chaos. He knew that there had been a fierce fight at a glance.

Huijue knew that everything was too late now, so he had to sigh, say let it go, and go back to the Zen room.

"Oh, it's really going with the flow. It's my fault that I can't protect the mountain and sea map well. How can I explain to my master after I go down?" The old abbot shook his hands, his face full of helplessness.

"Old abbot, don't do this. Since we are here, we must bring back the mountain and sea chart. Perhaps the owner of the mountain and sea chart is us?" Mr. Shen comforted, afraid that Huijue would continue like this, which would be detrimental to the whole case.

"Oh, okay, I'll give you a good word. But this time, what is more important than the mountain and sea chart are those 34 people who don't know how to live or die, 34 lives, and the Buddha is merciful." Huijue put his hands together and bowed west three times.

"It should be time to calculate the time." Old Shen raised his hand to look at the watch, and gently tapped the dial with his fingers.

"Is that?" Old Master Long asked pointing to a car that was driving quickly in the distance. Old Master Shen looked at it, nodded, and smiled: "Damn this kid, every time he pinched it, can't he go back soon?" Old Master Shen crawled out of the monk group, stood in the middle of the road, and watched the car rushing towards him. Old Master Long looked at it and didn't go over: "I really don't think it's so chaotic."

Seeing that the car was approaching Mr. Shen, the car stopped with a squeak and stopped steadily at a place only three inches away from Mr. Shen. Mr. Shen blinked: "Boy, have you had enough fun, get off the car. I'm not asking you to come to racing, I want to go racing to go and have a special trip."

"I know, old man." A young man in his twenties got out of the car, but he was wearing a Tang suit, which seemed a little inconsistent with his age. What's more, he was carrying a yellow cloth bag embroidered with the gossip of heaven and earth. He looked even more old-fashioned. Old Shen looked at him, not knowing what to say. Those monks all laughed when they saw the young man.

The young man didn't take them seriously and ran to Mr. Shen happily: "Hehe, old man, what happened to you again? Are you thinking of me?"

"You know, it's definitely not your turn to have a good thing. This time, there's something tricky. If you want you to help, you'll be fine."

"Hehe, no problem, no problem, nothing is called a problem. At most, this is a bit evil. Hehe, let me go in and take a look." The young man said, turned around and entered the monk pile, and soon entered the yard.

"Oh, the smell in this yard is quite strange. Who is the cleaner? Come and clean it up. This is more delicious than that of the elephant hall."

"Or you'll be watching for a while and come out and chat first."

"No need, waste time." After saying this, there was no sound inside. Old Shen was afraid that something would happen, so he went into the temple to see the situation. He saw that the young man had already gone to put out a yellow cloth bag, took out a few silver needles from it, and gave one of them a needle. Old Shen squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while: "Thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate?"

"The old man knows a lot, but it's not Thirteen." As he spoke, another silver needle pierced into the man's body. As soon as the needle was down, he heard a wail. Then the man shook his body, sat up and began to spit out black water.

"Okay, I probably know what it is." The young man clapped his hands and stood up.

"Did you understand?" Mr. Shen didn't expect that it would be so simple to cure a person.

"Well, what do you think of in the temple? Most of them are Yin Gods. It was nothing, but if you meet those who were determined to test it, something would happen. In fact, what I thought of was the response in this temple at the beginning, but it was not the time, so this aspect was naturally ruled out. In addition, with one person missing, we naturally knew that the man used the power of Yin God to make these mortals fall into evil. That's all, the explanation was completed."

"I'll go, you kid understand a lot." Old Shen convinced him.
Chapter completed!