Lu Fan paused for a moment and looked at her doubtfully: "What do you mean?"
"A monk's robe, bald head, ring scar, and Buddhist beads are not a monk, what else can they be?"
Zhao Wanzi shook his head: "Don't you smell the smell of meat and wine coming from him?"
"The smell of wine and meat is very strong on him. He should have drank Maotai and eaten dog and pig head meat. Moreover, the scar on his head was obviously very unevenly burned..."
"And this situation doesn't only happen to him. It can be said that the temple as a whole does not look like a temple."
She suddenly stopped and looked at Lu Fan: "Do you remember what I told you before, no matter whether it is ghosts or fairies, after they have cultivated to a certain level, they will no longer do trivial tasks by themselves. They will keep them in captivity.
Group people and lower-level people and help them do these things."
Lu Fan nodded when he heard this.
Zhao Wanzi had speculated before that the more than 100 people who died innocently in Nandu should be the living souls used by this new ghost king to control.
"What do you mean, this temple and these monks are all..." He suddenly realized.
"Yes."
Zhao Wanzi nodded at him: "Remember Lanruo Temple in A Chinese Ghost Story? Grandma raised two batches of the same kind. One batch is dedicated to accompany her and serve her, and the other batch."
"Are you recruiting those scholars from outside, luring them into the temple, and then killing them all and devouring their souls?"
Lu Fan was startled when he heard this, and suddenly turned his head to look at the glorious Kaiyuan Temple under the setting sun: "Could it be that this temple, including the monks in the temple, are all fake?"
"They built this place into a temple and transformed their village into a monk, including the well inside. In fact, it was all a deception. Their real purpose was to select supplements for that thing among the many pilgrims and take away their lives.
Soul, but the time to do all this is tonight, at the full moon moment of every month?"
By now, Lu Fan has completely woken up.
"Come on, hurry down the mountain now and come up again at the party to serve them all in one pot!"
As he spoke, he picked up the phone and called Zhao Yuelin: "Check whether the more than 100 people who died came to Kaiyuan Temple on the 16th day of each month on the lunar calendar!"
Just as the two people were going down the mountain.
Kaiyuan Temple.
As night fell, all the pilgrims in the temple were dispersed.
In the courtyard, there was a hall that made Zhao Wanzi feel fearful in his heart.
An old man wearing a red cassock slowly walked into the main hall door with the support of a group of young "monks".
The moment his body stood still, several grand wooden doors slammed shut! The wind and waves caused by the closing of the wooden doors shook thousands of lights in the hall, causing them to sway.
In the dark hall.
The old man straightened his cassock and then walked slowly towards the middle.
He stood under the huge Buddha statue, raised his head and looked at the head of the Buddha statue with a solemn and gloomy face in the dim light, and slowly knelt on the futon: "God, today the tributes of one hundred pure yin bodies have been selected.
, according to your instructions, half of the selection of female tributes this time, and the other half, are underage boys and girls, all have been prepared for you. "
"God is invited to come down, occupy the body of a believer, and enjoy this gluttonous feast tonight!"
As he spoke, the old man pressed his hands and head tightly to the ground, and at this moment, a scarlet light like a poisonous snake flashed in the eyes of the gloomy Buddha statue!