Chapter 1939 The ancient temple in the deep mountains is convenient for killing people
The strong monk cursed and left, leaving little novice monk Yulai with an embarrassed look on his face.
Both Xiao Xiuer and Feng Tianling felt that Monk Zhuang was a bit too rude and was not worthy of being a monk.
Xia Leng is okay, but he has a unique feeling of activating NPCs. After all, he is from the earth. He has been influenced by various novels and film and television dramas before. There are many plots that can happen in ancient temples in the mountains, especially Lan Ruo in Liaozhai.
The temple was the most famous, and he had a hunch that something would definitely happen today.
"Sin, the three donors were frightened."
The young novice monk Yulai explained while confessing: "The person just now is my third master, Dingyi. He is also a supervisor in the temple, managing the implementation of the rules and the dignity of the monks."
Xiao Xiuer couldn't help complaining: "He himself is full of swear words and vulgar words and deeds. How can he have the nerve to care about other people's rules and regulations?"
The little novice monk stopped talking for a moment. This was really not something he could discuss.
"Who is in charge of the food and accommodation in your temple, the abbot?"
Xia Leng suddenly had a question and asked casually.
The young novice monk Yulai quickly and respectfully replied: "There is a canon in the temple, which is the young monk's second uncle Dingshan. He is responsible for taking care of the kitchen and dining hall. The abbot is a great monk and is not involved in such secular things."
Xia Leng had already expected it. Just now, Kong Qingsong said that he was going to discuss today's board and lodging with the abbot, which was obviously a lie. As for what he actually did, he was probably the only one who said, "Little monk, what's going on in your temple?"
How many are there?"
Xiao Xiuer looked around and said, "The temple doesn't seem that big. It's not as big as Baiyun Temple, the smallest temple in Lanjing."
"Amitabha, our Feilai Temple is just an ordinary small temple, and there are only more than thirty people including novices. How can we compare with the temple in Lanjing?"
Little novice monk Yulai clasped his hands together and answered cautiously.
Xiao Xiuer saw that this young novice was always timid when speaking, and soon felt that it was boring.
After Xia Leng and the three of them worshiped incense at the Main Hall, they followed the novice monk Yu Lai to the Sutra Hall, passing by a small lake covered with white jade lotus flowers.
Unknowingly, some sentences appeared in Xia Leng's mind, which could not be suppressed: "On the twists and turns of the lotus leaves, what you can see are the leaves of the fields.
The leaves are high out of the water, like the skirts of a graceful dancer.
Among the layers of leaves, there are scattered white flowers, which are charming..." "Stop, stop, stop!"
Xia Leng had a headache, but she didn't expect that she would actually feel the power of "reading and reciting the full text" in Xianyun Continent.
"Sir, what's wrong with you?"
Xiao Xiuer looked at Xia Leng with concern, "Your face looks so bad, as if you didn't finish your homework and were caught by your mistress on the spot."
Xia Leng glared at Xiao Xiuer: "You are thinking too much, and you should also look at the road carefully, be careful of falling..." Before she could finish her words, Xiao Xiuer's feet stumbled, her body turned sideways, and then she leaned toward the small lake.
past.
Xia Leng subconsciously stretched out his hand, and suddenly felt a strange power fluctuation, which made his whole body shiver, and his action was a step too late.
So, Xiao Xiuer fell into the lake.
"Ah, help, I can't swim."
Xiao Xiuer struggled in the pool, "Sir, save me quickly."
Feng Tianling was anxious, but she couldn't swim either, so she had to look at Xia Leng for help.
What surprised her was that Xia Leng stood with his hands solemnly, as if he had no intention of begging Xiao Xiuer.
"Stop screaming, you are not drowning."
Xia Leng gave a low drink to Xiao Xiuer who was desperately splashing into the water.
Only then did Xiao Xiuer realize that there was a lotus leaf under her body. He slowly lifted her away from the lake. She couldn't help being shocked by this scene: "This..." "The road is slippery on rainy days, here."
There are no guardrails, so be careful when walking.”
At this time, a young monk with fine features came out from the corner. He held a seal in his hand and controlled the lotus leaves to lift Xiao Xiuer back to the ground.
Xiao Xiuer stared blankly at the young monk, with a look of infatuation on her face: "So handsome."
"Xiu'er, why don't you thank this master yet."
Xia Leng was speechless, glared at Xiao Xiuer, and warned in a low voice.
Only then did Xiao Xiuer come to her senses and immediately said a blessing: "Ah, thank you so much to this master for saving my life."
"The poor monk is not a master, he is just an ordinary monk."
The young monk smiled and waved his hand: "It's just a small effort to save people, it's not worth a word of thanks."
Xia Leng saw that the clothes the young monk was wearing were different from those of the monks who flew to the temple, and asked curiously: "Is the master also a monk in the temple?"
"Ah, the poor monk just wanders here and hangs orders in the temple."
The young monk smiled and shook his head.
When the young novice came here, he introduced the monk: "This is Master Qinglian from Yunzhou who is proficient in the "Qinglian Miaofa Sutra"."
"You are a mage at such a young age. You are indeed very powerful."
Xiao Xiuer had an expression of admiration on her face.
Xia Leng pulled the nymphomaniac Xiao Xiuer away and saluted the young mage: "I have met Master Qinglian. I am Leng Xia, a native of Lanjing. I would like to thank you for saving my maid this time."
"Don't call me Master, just call me Qinglian."
Monk Qinglian obviously did not dare to bear the title of mage, so he immediately changed the subject and said: "Master Leng, are you here to participate in the rain appreciation party?"
"right."
Xia Leng nodded: "I passed through Beiyunjun, but was blocked by heavy rain, so I stayed here temporarily.
A friend was afraid that we would be bored, so he invited us to go up the mountain to enjoy the rain."
Monk Qinglian said with a smile: "The night rain at Feilai Temple is indeed beautiful, and there is an even more poignant legend to match it. It has a unique flavor and is worth appreciating."
"legend?"
Xia Leng said calmly: "Are you referring to the legend of the Rain Girl?"
"good."
Monk Qinglian's smile continued, "Actually, I am more interested in this legend, and I don't know if I will ever have the opportunity to see the true face of the legendary Rain Girl."
Xiao Xiuer said in confusion: "Isn't the Rain Girl a legendary monster?"
"It's exciting to meet legends, isn't it?"
Monk Qinglian's tone was somewhat meaningful, and then he said with a low smile: "I hope you can also see interesting things. Ancient temples in the mountains, white lotus green ponds, and continuous heavy rains. Nothing happening here is unexpected, but it is also
All surprising.
Mr. Leng, you have to take care of yourself."
After saying that, he left directly, leaving the others looking confused.
"Sir, what exactly does the monk want to say?"
Xiao Xiuer was confused for a long time, then turned to ask Xia Leng.
Xia sneered and said lightly: "He may be thinking that the ancient temple in the deep mountains, in the middle of the night, with the sound of rain, is convenient for killing people."
Xiao Xiuer said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, Master, what you said is too scary. You see, Xiao Linger is even scared by you."
"No, I just feel a little cold."
Feng Tianling shook her head and denied, "Don't you feel this way?"
Xiao Xiuer said disapprovingly: "This is a mountain and it's raining. It's normal for it to be cold."
Not long after, Kong Qingsong found Xia Leng and the others. When he discovered that one person was missing, he was stunned for a second or two, but it dissipated instantly.
"Board and board have been arranged. Mr. Leng, you can go to your wing to rest now. A monk will naturally call you during the evening meal.
The Rain Appreciation Party will start at the end of the afternoon, please don't be late, Mr. Leng."
Kong Qingsong asked his bookboy to pass two number plates to Xia Leng and the others, with the numbers of the wing engraved on them and the keys hanging below.
In this way, the temple is almost the same as the inn at the foot of the mountain.
Xia Leng thanked Kong Qingsong and handed the number plate to Xiao Xiuer for safekeeping.
"You are welcome."
Kong Qingsong was still so polite, "You are guests of Yuxianju, that is, you are friends of Kong."
"Master Kong has so many friends."
Xia Leng teased him in a nonchalant manner.
Mr. Kong smiled and replied: "Life is difficult and the world is dangerous. One more friend means another road, what do you think?"
"That's true."
Xia Leng nodded, "Then I'm glad that I have met Mr. Kong as a friend."
The two of them exchanged some pleasantries and then went their separate ways.
Xia Leng took Xiao Xiuer and Feng Tianling and continued to walk around Feilai Temple with the little novice monk Yulai.
Kong Qingsong turned back to his residence. As soon as he sat down, he said coldly: "There is one missing person among them. Where did he go?"
Suddenly an afterimage appeared in the room, and he whispered: "That man went to explore the surrounding terrain of Feilai Temple."
Hearing this, Kong Qingsong frowned and murmured to himself: "Did that person named Leng already notice something?"
"I don't think it's possible."
The afterimage shook his head, "Young master's plan is absolutely unquestionable. Even if they were aware of it, their fate was already sealed the moment they stepped into Feilai Temple."
"I don't want you to feel it, I want me to feel it!"
Kong Qingsong angrily cursed: "This is the key for me to step into the realm of immortality in one fell swoop. I can't make any mistakes.
Otherwise, you should stop doing it."
The afterimage was obedient and said quickly: "I will be more vigilant to ensure that there will be no mistakes."
"Also, where did Mr. Baiyu go to, that idiot?"
Kong Qingsong asked again.
The afterimage replied: "We will arrive at the county at midnight tonight."
"very good."
Kong Qingsong nodded, "Before this time, you arrange for Mr. Baiyu to have a duel with that cold-faced little evil king. When they are both injured, it will be the best time for me to appear."
"yes."
The afterimage nodded in agreement.
When the afterimage dispersed, Kong Qingsong suddenly took out a fragment of an ancient book from his arms, which read "The Jue of Extreme Rain Immortality", with the seal of Piaomiao Xianmen on the footer.
"Changsheng, Changsheng, I, Kong Qingsong, will finally enter the realm of immortality before the other three."
Kong Qingsong groped for this ancient book with a greedy expression, muttering to himself: "As long as you can live forever, it is worth sacrificing something.
If you die for my plan to live forever, I believe you will feel that it is an honor to die."
Night came quickly, and Xia Leng and the others had already visited most of Feilai Temple. When they happened to be a little hungry, a monk came over and told them to have their evening meal.
As soon as he entered the dining hall, Xia Leng felt something was wrong, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air.