"Master, I see that this temple has been well repaired. There must be a lot of people who come to burn incense and worship Buddha on weekdays. It must be very spiritual." Fengwu and his wife followed the old monk and frowned at the scene in the temple.
frowned.
"Amitabha, what the donor said is indeed true. The temple here has been passed down for hundreds of years, and indeed many people come to make offerings and fulfill their wishes." The old monk held the beads in his hand, looking compassionate.
"Donor, here we are." The old monk led the person to the backyard and a room in the side courtyard.
"Thank you, Master." Feng Wu also nodded to him with his hands clasped together.
Entering the room, Feng Wu looked around, and the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach came up again. This time he stuffed a pill directly into his mouth, and then he felt better.
After finishing eating, he handed it to Qin Yichuan: "Eat quickly. Although you may not be able to smell it, the smell is really disgusting."
Feng Wu turned around and hugged Qin Yichuan for fear of having ears through the wall. It was obvious that he looked like a wife who is weak in her husband's arms.
A dark shadow flashed past a small window in the room.
After they were taken away, Feng Wu lazily leaned into Qin Yichuan's arms and said, "There is something wrong with the sesame oil and incense candles here. They are made from corpse oil."
Feng Wu calculated the daily dosage, and a chill rose in his heart.
"It seems that we need to investigate carefully. If we can eliminate the culprit and bring peace to the people, it will be a good thing for both of us." Feng Wu sighed.
I started to look around the room. It didn't matter. As long as everything related to the Buddha, even the burned paper was stained with corpse oil.
I gently touched the air with my hand, and found that the oil still contained the fragrance of bamboo.
Whether it's looking at it or smelling it, it's extremely weird, but most people can't smell it. They just think the incense candles here smell particularly good.
"My master will not allow those people to be touched for the time being. If these two people suddenly disappear up here, the people below will definitely notice it. Get rid of the two people at the bottom of the mountain first, and I will let others deal with the people they left in the town.
"The man with the sinister eyebrows from before dressed up in disguise and walked directly in front of the old monk, very impressive.
The old monk closed his eyes and moved the beads one by one: "I understand."
Feng Wu and Qin Yichuan stayed inside for a while, then walked out. They happened to see a young monk and stopped him immediately.
The monk immediately hid his hands behind his back and looked at the two people with a kind face: "Amitabha, the two donors are going to the front yard to make wishes."
Feng Wu nodded weakly: "That's exactly what I meant."
Pretending not to notice his little moves, I just felt that there was someone hiding sneakily in the room.
I originally thought that the person wanted to plot against them, but in the end he just monitored them and did not take action.
"Let me take the two donors there. The road in the backyard is a bit complicated. I'm afraid the two donors will get lost." The young monk hid the things in his hands and walked ahead. When he turned around, the kindness on his face disappeared immediately.
Feng Wu and Qin Yichuan are both highly skilled in martial arts. They can feel any movement on the other side's body, especially a change in breath, immediately.
He took the people to the front yard, where there were several monks chanting sutras with the old monk. The young monk also walked over and sat down.
A few people opened their eyes slightly, drifted back, and closed their eyes again.
Feng Wu really didn't want to touch those disgusting things, so she asked the monk to apply the incense for her.