The crescent moon hung on the treetops, quietly hiding behind a few night clouds.
The magnificent temple was completely quiet. In the Zen room, there was the sound of rustling clothes. The fat old monk Linghui turned over and over on the wooden bed, turned around a few times, and finally decided to get up, put on his monk's clothes, and waved to hang the clothes on the wooden bed.
The cassock on the shelf in the corner was draped over his shoulders, then he opened the door and walked out.
The moonlight in the monastery is dark and bright, and the shadows of the trees are dancing on the apricot-yellow courtyard wall.
'No wonder that person sounds so familiar...'
The abbot walking in the corridor muttered and walked faster. When he arrived at the backyard, the iron-locked arched wooden door was locked. He blew a breath, removed the door lock, and pushed the door open.
The backyard is an abandoned courtyard with weeds and grass. It has been abandoned for I don’t know how many years. In front of it is a house with window lattice and door leaf covered with dust and cobwebs. The inside is messy, but there are many footprints on the ground.
The old monk came in and moved to another room. With a flick of his sleeve, the monk moved the half-collapsed bookshelf aside, revealing a dark secret passage.
"It's broken, it's broken."
As soon as he entered, the old monk shouted in a rather anxious tone. The secret passage was not long, and there were stone steps sloping downwards for seven or eight feet. Burning torches were inserted into the walls to illuminate the inside.
Under the two corners, there are several large iron cages. Shine the black cloth, and through the exposed gaps, you can see the outline of the woman's embroidered shoes, and faint sounds of crying can be heard from inside.
Hearing footsteps coming down the stone steps, there were many women's voices rushing to the iron bars, wailing and begging to be let back.
The old monk who came over ignored him and walked straight through the middle aisle of the iron cage. There was a stone chamber excavated there, and a figure with flat-combed short hair came out of it wearing a leather jacket. There was also a small drum and a small altar tied around his waist.
"What happened?"
The other party spoke in Yuejie language, and the old monk who came over also spoke in Yuejie language. "Today, a person came to the temple, a cultivator in the golden elixir realm."
"I've been here quite a few times before, what's so strange about it?"
"No, that person's name is Chen Yuan, does it sound familiar to you?"
When the word "Chen Yuan" came out, the foreigner over there was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed. He sat down at a table and chair and poured a glass of water into his stomach.
"Then what is he doing here?"
"He came to ask for the Nine Lives Pearl to save a snake demon in his sleeve." The wise old monk Yuejie spoke fluently and told the barbarian accurately, "But I sent him away, and I was afraid that he would come again at any time.
, lest the matter be exposed, you should immediately take these women out of the temple and return to the grassland. Tell the high priest what happened here."
The old monk in front of me is actually from Yuejie. Decades ago, he lost his way to the Han Dynasty and was adopted by a Han couple as his own. Later, the old couple unfortunately fell off a cliff and died in the mountains, leaving them with no one to rely on.
He became a monk in Lingyun Temple. Because of his intelligence and familiarity with Buddhist scriptures and his understanding, he entered Zen Buddhism. After decades, he became the abbot of the temple.
In fact, he knew his life experience a long time ago. When the Yuejie people went south to burn, kill and plunder, he closed the mountain gate tightly, unwilling to fight with the Chengyunmen against the Yuejie iron hoof. Then he helped the defeated tribesmen who fled north to retreat through a shortcut.
grassland.
After going back and forth, he was also spotted by the Yuejie High Priest, who hoped that he could use his identity as Lingyun Temple as a cover to help the Yuejie tribe plunder some Han women and restore the population of the Yuejie people.
At the same time, several priests who died in the southern expedition were also placed in Lingyun Temple to receive incense offerings, to understand the secrets of the incense method in the Central Plains, and to find more effective spells to deal with people in the Central Plains monasticism.
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"If Chen Yuan comes again, I will hold him back, and here, you immediately take these women and return to the grassland. Wait for my news before coming back."
The old monk Linghui discussed with the Hu priest for a while, and after finalizing the decision, the priest was also worried that Chen Yuan would discover the secret of Lingyun Temple, so he immediately called more than ten fake monks from the temple and tied up more than thirty women.
, sealed his mouth and stuffed him into the prepared carriage, and moved out of the mountain from behind the temple.
‘Squeak~’
The back door of the temple opened quietly, and a monk looked outside with a knife. He used the Yuejie people's unique magic to release a flying insect. After the insect spun around and landed in his palm, he waved towards the inside.
After a moment, the groan of the axle friction was heard, and the carriages illuminated with black cloth slowly drove out of the backyard and meandered all the way down the hillside.
Oh~oh~
Night birds were chirping in the mountains and forests, and from time to time there was the sound of flapping wings. The monk driving the car felt a palpitation in his heart for some reason. He looked at the moonlit forest, with the rustling wind blowing the branches and leaves, which made his hair a little creepy.
It was particularly quiet tonight. The moonlight illuminated the shadows of seven carriages spreading across the mountain road. At this time, the wind blew, and along with it came the babbling and singing voices.
The sound on the quiet dirt road in the mountains is quite strange.
"Han opera?"
"Don't listen, keep walking along the mountain road and ignore anything you see!"
The barbarian priest in the middle of the convoy shouted in a low voice. He knew the man named Chen Yuan. He learned from Hu Duyan, the only deer-headed priest who came back alive, that this man was an evil cultivator from the Central Plains and was best at some ghastly spells.
"It seems that he has been targeted by the other party."
He took out the small altar at his waist, which contained powder made from the burned bones of beasts. At this time, he took out a small cup, mixed it with the blood from the cut palms, and smeared it on his face, neck, and chest, drawing strange shapes.
's veins.
As the last trace of smeared blood powder fell, a gust of wind suddenly whipped up around him, and the sound of clanking iron chains could be heard.
There was a layer of mist on the mountain road ahead, and a figure was seen standing in the mist, dragging two dark iron chains with both hands, and the huge ghost claws were twisting on the ground as if they were alive.
"Stop!"
At the same time as the fake monk yelled, the figure in the fog seemed to be alarmed. The iron chain on the ground suddenly raised its ghost claws and rushed towards the front carriage. It directly hooked the shoulder and neck of the fake monk who was driving, tightening it.
As soon as the iron chain was pulled, the phantom of the man's soul was pulled out directly in everyone's sight, struggling in mid-air and screaming silently, and then was dragged into the fog and disappeared instantly.
The few carriages behind suddenly became panicked. One by one, the fake monks got out of the car with knives, and they bravely wanted to confront the figure in the mist on the opposite side, but in the next second, more chains were dragged with the sound of gold and iron.
Flying out from Wu Na's figure, the sharp ghost claws dug into their flesh and blood, and their souls left their bodies in an instant.
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He blew away the remaining powder in his hand and transformed into a monster with a goat's head and human body. It hit the opponent on the rough road. The figure in the fog was dragging several iron chains and was writing something in his hand. Immediately, a wooden sculpture fell down.
He fell to the ground, and in the smoke, there was an excited roar of a horse.
The figure on the white horse and white robe broke through the white mist in an instant, waving a silver gun in his hand. When the gun penetrated the sheep's head, the cloak flew up. The other hand took out the sword from his waist, and it was unsheathed with a clang, and the sword body reflected
The moonlight cast a cold glow.
'puff!'
The moment the sword was sheathed, the pierced sheep's head separated from the body and hung on the head of the gun. The headless body, still carrying the momentum, stumbled a few steps and missed the white horse. It fell to the ground with a bang and quickly turned into a puddle.
A foul-smelling viscous liquid.
The fleeing carriage turned around and rushed towards the temple in a frantic manner. The barbarian priest covered his chest, holding back the blood that he wanted to spit out, and asked the monk guarding the door to open the door wider.
When the sound of horse hooves sounded behind him, he looked back and trembled in shock.
Sure enough, it was exactly what Hu Duyan said. That evil cultivator was fundamentally different from those in the cultivator. He would kill people as soon as he made a move without saying a word of nonsense.
The white war horse passed through the cold moonlight and flew towards me with a gun in hand.
At this time, the bell suddenly rang in the temple, as if a Buddha's light enveloped Lingyun Temple. The man running on the white horse stood up, and the knight in silver armor and white robe above stared coldly at him.
The four carriages returning to the temple were wandering in circles on the mountain road, refusing to leave.
In the mountain road, the sounds became quiet.
The woman in the car moved her body hard, opened the car curtain a little with her head, looked outside, and saw a thin white mist billowing up, covering a figure coming this way.
Thinking they were encountering a terrifying spirit in the mountains, they were so frightened that they moaned, as if begging the other party to let the poor people like them go.
"Who among you is Wang Ding?"
A faint voice sounded in the mist outside the car. The three carriages parked on the mountain road were scattered on the ground, revealing a dozen women tied up inside. The ropes tied to their bodies were also loosened and fell away at the same time.
By the feet.
More than a dozen women looked at the figure in the mist in horror, and huddled together in fear. When the second voice sounded: "Who is Wang Ding?", a good-looking woman appeared in a carriage behind.
He raised his hand and whispered: "I am my concubine."
"Your husband Wang Shun is waiting for you at the foot of the mountain. Go back and reunite with him."
Hearing these words from Wuli, the woman immediately started crying, got off the carriage, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the figure in Wuli. Only then did the other women in the car realize that the strange figure in Wuli had come to save them.
Yes, they put away their fear and got out of the car and knelt down to kowtow.
"Hurry down the mountain. If you see an ox cart parked on the side road, don't panic. Go to the road diagonally opposite the ox horn and go outside."
Chen Yuan lightly warned, wrapped up in the white mist that enveloped his body, and in the blink of an eye he drifted past the sight of the girls to the temple. Feeling the power of Buddha outside the temple, he raised his sleeves and took back the wooden sculptures lingering there.
Under the dim moonlight, a person looked at a temple.
“It’s okay not to leave a place where filth and people gather evil.”
Chen Yuan looked at the closed temple door, the moonlight shone on his face and whispered softly, his sleeves gradually lifted up, and a gloomy wind suddenly arose around him, whistling towards the temple shrouded in Buddha's power.
In the temple, the monks raised their heads. The moonlight above their heads was gradually covered by a cloud, and the sky and earth became extremely dark. The abbot Linghui had also practiced Buddhism for decades, so he was not afraid. He summoned the monks from all the courtyards and gathered in the temple.
Everywhere, wooden fish were knocked and scriptures were recited.
He came to the main hall and made a vertical seal to pay homage to the Buddha.