On the third day, watch the water and watch the water. What about the promised plan to seize the fragments of the Sky Stone? You can't continue to indulge in it!
On the fourth day, I studied Buddhist scriptures.
Of course, he did not read formal Buddhism, but some interesting Buddhist anecdotes... mainly because he was just a newcomer and had to let the other party down, so he could not do anything and could only read.
After a while, even the guard monk in charge of the Sutra Pavilion became familiar with him.
The monks in this temple are all very strange. The little novice monks look more normal, but adult monks often have haggard faces and look haggard, as if they have been severely squeezed by 996.
Meizhi also asked the monk guarding around the bush, but the other party just beat him up and got away with it. It seems that this matter is indeed a secret that cannot be told in Jinchan Temple.
It is obviously a small temple, why do you hide so many secrets?
Mingzhi sneered in his heart, and he didn't care at all, so he said goodbye to the monk guarding him.
A Jing, did you see a clue? Walking back to your room, Mingzhi quietly asked Kunlun Jingdao.
Well, Kunlun Jing replied, "This monk has no cultivation."
Without cultivation, it means physical body and mortal fetus.
Whether it is the monk guarding the Sutra Pavilion, the monks passing by, or the old monks who are abbot, there is no magic power on them, as if they are ordinary people.
But even if you use your cerebral, you know that if there were all the powerless monks in Jinchan Temple and they were isolated from the outside world, they would have been violently suppressed by the Hell Road.
Here... Aizhi narrowed his eyes slightly.
There must be great horror hidden in this temple, which made the sect leader of the Immortal rank dare not come forward, so he could only send someone to secretly lurk and slowly plan it.
In this way, you can't act rashly.
The old monk deliberately told me that he could not go to the back hall no matter where he went. It was so mysterious that he was clearly tempting me to go. If the back hall was really a forbidden place, how could he just tell people not to go, but he would not say
Why is the reason?
Even if you say that behind you are the place where the seniors in the temple are worshipped and the incense tablets are worshipped, I am too lazy to break in?
He returned to the room calmly and continued to study the Buddhist scriptures.
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After about a few more days, Mingzhi still maintained a stable daily routine, as if he had come here to study Buddhism.
Suddenly someone came to visit outside and said that the host was planning to see him.
Mingzhi followed the monk to the main hall, and saw that the old monk was still standing in the center of the empty main hall like last time, and asked him with a smile:
Master Mingzhi lived in my temple for several days, but what was wrong with the hospitality?
Amitabha Buddha wisely recites the Buddha's name and says seriously that as long as a monk is calm and everything is practice, how can he "come incompletely," he said?
The old monk was stunned for a moment, as if he had never thought that the foreign monk in front of him would actually say such Buddhist words, and then he said with a smile after a while.
That's good, that's good.
The two chatted and talked a few more times, and the absent-minded old monk sent away wisely.
Is this foreign monk... really here to study Buddhism?
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No matter what, since he did not show any covetousness in the apex hall, he would stay here as long as he wanted. There were many such places in the temple.
But if he really has bad intentions...huhhh.
The old monk turned around and left with his hands behind his back, and Mingzhi went back to the wing room and immediately said to Kunlun Jing:
The time is ripe, so I will go to the back hall tonight to explore!
What do you say? Kunlun Mirror asked in surprise, how do you see that the time is ripe?
Such extremely exclusive sects often have a certain period of investigation for new arrivals. They said wisely and confidently that the investigation has been completed.
Shu, I still didn't find any doubts, but I didn't dare to make the final judgment, so I called me to make a test.
My answer was so easy that he could not miss him, so he let me go... Isn't this the best time to explore the apse?
These are your subjective guesses, right? Kunlun Jing really wants to complain like this, but he has been reading Buddhist scriptures recently and has become tired of reading them, so he agreed.
Mingzhi made up his mind and asked Kunlun Mirror to impose illusions on himself to ensure that everything was foolproof.
Then, he left the wing room at night and sneaked towards the back hall.
In the direction of the main hall, the lights were brightly lit, and a large number of monks in the temple gathered here to start evening class ceremony——The sound of wooden fish hitting and grand singing of Sanskrit resounded throughout the temple, giving people a kind of extraordinary ethereality.
feel.
The time he chose was good... Mingzhi thought to himself.
When I arrived at the edge of the back hall, I saw a long wall separated from the area near the main hall.
The wall is about a meter high and is coated with powder on the surface. It is smooth and difficult to climb. It may be helpless for ordinary people, but it is effortless for monks.
After wisely scanning and confirming that there was no formation trap, it was a relaxed leap, and soon climbed over the wall and fell to the ground.
Well, there is a strange smell in the air.
It’s like sandalwood... It’s not surprising that sandalwood is used to calm the mind in Buddhism. But isn’t this smell too strong?
Is it a purposeful concealment of another odor of existence?
Mingzhi thought in his heart and simply looked for the source of the scent of sandalwood.
Soon, he came to the gate of a main hall.
This hall looks inconspicuous, with no plaques on it, it seems to be an abandoned old hall.
After confirming again that there were no traps, Mingzhi stepped into it indifferently.
The next moment, the calm expression on his face was a little unrestrained.
Because the hall was filled with a large number of sandalwood coffins. All the coffins were not sealed, and there were corpses displayed inside, all dressed in gray hat monk's clothes, with smooth and hairless heads, and they were undoubtedly monks.
Mingzhi wandered between the coffins and was shocked to find many familiar old faces:
Whether it is the monk who is guarding the gate and sweeping the floor or the monk who is guarding the Sutra Pavilion, the bodies are all in these coffins.
Only the old monk who presided over the presidency was missing. In addition, there were no corpses of all the little novice monks...
If you think about it carefully, it is not surprising that if all the little novice monks in the temple were killed and replaced, then No. 2 would naturally not be able to survive alone.
Mingzhi stared at the coffin with his eyes tightly, and he could confirm that these coffins were all magical tools, and their functions were to protect the body and preserve the body.
Why do all the adult monks be killed and hiding the body here, while all the children are left alone?