Eaglewood Crumbs Chapter 38: Fuyun Temple

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There is a floating cloud outside the square, and then there is a temple named floating cloud.

The patriarch of their flower spirit clan once taught his people that they are monsters. There are three things in this world that must be avoided: magical artifacts, temples, and lock monster towers.

Yan Dan has already seen the second one now, but the lock demon tower has already collapsed in ancient times. She took the children for five or six days, from fishing fish to picking mulberries and even telling stories with them. However, Liu Weiyang did not make much progress.

The murderer can do things seamlessly without loopholes. He is a talent.

Once, Shui Nong told Yan Dan that since Nan Zhao was injured, he often had nightmares at night. Her father asked the doctor to prescribe medicine but it was of no use. Yan Dan told her that taking medicine is not as good as lighting agarwood to help sleep in the room. Baimuxiang tree is the best material for making this kind of agarwood. It's a pity that Bai Muxiang is only found in the Fuyun Temple on the top of Baizhang Mountain in the northwest of the village, and Shuixian dragged her to the temple.

During dinner, Yan Dan said about going to Fuyun Temple with Shui Ning tomorrow. Liu Weiyang held the chopsticks and chewed slowly without saying a word, neither saying good nor bad. Yan Dan was not sure whether he heard it or not, anyway, he finally took his failure to respond as a default.

Yu Mo pushed the short sword in his sleeve to her, smiling slightly: "This sword is blessed by me with a spell, so you can bring it by your side. Just pay attention to everything."

Yan Dan touched the hilt of the sword, then picked it up and looked at it. She was not using this sword for the first time, and she felt very comfortable. But she was just looking for a piece of white wood incense, with such a good sword, wouldn't it be a big violent thing to cut wood in the end?

Tang Zhou put down his chopsticks and asked in a slow voice, "If you go to Baizhang Mountain, you should come back one day?"

"Listen to Shuixian said that he would stay in Fuyun Temple for one night and come back early the next morning."

"If you encounter any danger that you cannot cope with, we should know after this time. You just have to find a way to support it longer."

Yan Dan became angry: "Tang Zhou, what do you mean? You just want to chop a piece of wood, and you curse me!"

Tang Zhou said indifferently: "I just think you have a very good knowledge of right and wrong."

"You, you..." Yan Dan took in and exhaled, without any rebuttal.

"A complete fact." Yu Mo picked up a towel and wiped the corner of his mouth, commenting faintly.

Yan Dan was depressed all night by this sentence. Before dawn the next day, Shuixian forced the sleepy Nan Zhao and knocked on the door of her room. When she saw the long sword in the hands of Shui Ning and Nan Zhao, she was completely speechless. The two of them carried such heavy weapons to ascend Baizhang Mountain. If the road is steeper, how can they go? Regardless of this, they are armed with weapons, and they really want to meet the beast murderers. It's useless except to pretend.

The facts did not come as she expected, and they didn't walk halfway up the mountain. They were so tired and panting, they finally walked up with the sword as a stick.

"Shui Ning'er, why did you come here suddenly? Could it be that you made your father angry and fled to me?" The speaker was an elderly man, dressed in a gray robe, and his clothes were rolled up casually Knotted, revealing a pair of big feet in hemp shoes underneath.

Yan Dan is not sure if this is considered a monk. She has also met many monks in the mortal world. Because of their vegetarianism and hard practice, they are generally thin, with a solemn look on their faces. As for the one in front of him, the top of his head is light, and the six ring scars on the top are also impressive, but his body is a little blessed, the whole person looks shiny, although not solemn, but looks very kind.

Shui Xing pounced on the old man and said a few words coquettishly. The old man always touched her head cheerfully. Finally, she remembered that there were others behind her, turned her head to Nan Zhao and Yan Dan and said, "This is my Uncle Fayun. When I was young, I was a good friend with my dad. It's a pity that I am a monk now."

Yan Dan leans forward to give a salute: "Master is well?"

Fayun nodded and folded his hands together: "The girl must have been **** this journey."

Nan Zhao also bowed his hands as a courtesy: "We are bothering you."

"What...what's your name?"

Yan Dan raised his finger and tapped on his chin, feeling a little strange. Between Master Fayun and her question and answer, he only glanced at her hastily, and now the look at Nan Zhao is too long. stop?

Although Nan Zhao was a little surprised, he lowered his head and said, "My name is Nan Zhao."

Fayun looked up at the sky and murmured: "Nan Zhao, Nan Zhao... are so big in a blink..." He suddenly recovered, pinched Nan Zhao's shoulder, and asked slightly: "Nan Zhao, how old are you this year?"

Nan Zhao's face suddenly turned pale, as if choking, his voice getting lower and lower: "It's almost sixteen..."

Yan Dan gave a thud in his heart. This is not right.

She couldn't help but glanced at Master Fayun again, and saw that there was a big mole between his eyebrows. His strength to hold Nan Zhao should not be small. The weak teenager's body was almost shaking. .

I saw Fayun slowly let go, and sighed: "It's been so long..." This sigh was quite depressing, and in the end he just shook his body and turned and walked into the temple.

Shui Xing saw him leaving Gu Zi, and hurriedly called: "Uncle, we are here to ask for a piece of white wood!"

Fayun trembles his sleeves, but keeps walking: "If you want, just go and fetch it yourself. Don't damage the trees behind it."

Yan Dan caught the gap between Shuixian's words and asked Nan Zhao in a low voice: "Have you seen this master before?"

Nan Zhao shook his head, his face pale: "I have never seen it before... However, I saw the mole on the center of his eyebrows, and I felt very familiar, as if I had seen..."

Yan Dan asked again: "Then how did you feel when you saw his mole?"

Nan Zhao thought for a while, gritted his teeth and said: "... afraid."

Yan Dan reached out and rubbed the white woody scent in his hand, and slowly soaked it in the clear water, so that a basin of clear water actually began to exude a faint scent of Chinese cabbage.

While Yan Dan was doing these things, he turned that piece of agarwood several times over and over again, thinking about his own thoughts. Nan Zhao said that he hadn't seen the person who killed him that day. Nan Zhao now said that when he saw the mole between Fayun's eyebrows, he felt as if he had seen it somewhere, and he felt scared.

Fayun, this mole, was born quite well regardless of its size or position. As long as you recognize such a mole on the center of your eyebrows, you won't be mistaken.

If the perpetrators of the previous two murders would be Master Fayun, then why did the two people shout "curse" before they died? This connection is totally unreasonable.

The fragrance in the room is getting stronger, Yan Dan takes the white wood fragrance out of the basin, and wants to find a place to dry. Pushing the door out, but seeing that the night was dark and there were a few extremely sparse stars on the horizon, there was no moon, so she just put agarwood on the window sill.

She looked at the white agarwood with a sense of satisfaction. There are thousands of people in this world, and every soil and water breeds different things. Yan Dan didn't have much interest, and making agarwood was one of them. After I had nothing to do, I tried the same taste. Later I found that the smell of lotus was the most soothing. And she just happened to be such a deep-rooted flower. In fact, to make a piece of agarwood, the process is much more complicated than the previous ones, but since Nan Zhao is in a hurry to use it, she can save it.

Yan Dan set the agarwood, looked around, and slid from the outer courtyard of the Fuyun Temple specially allocated to the female family to the inner courtyard of the monastery. She had long left an eye on it, and walked this road back and forth three times during the day, even if it was dark at night, it would not be a mistake. She sneaked out of the meditation room, and saw the panes closed tightly, and the shadow of the candlelight swaying on the window paper.

Yan Dan took a step closer nervously, then a step closer, and finally stood still against the wall. She wanted to go to the front of the window and poke a hole in the window paper with her finger to look inside, but in this way, it was equivalent to reflecting her own shadow on it. If it’s because of this that the monks in the temple have caught a real life, wouldn’t all the face and sorrow be lost?

She held her breath and paid attention to the movement in the meditation room. She only listened to a few gentle footsteps from one end of the meditation room to the other. She thought that the people inside were very upset, and she paced to disperse those uneasiness.

I don't know how long it has passed, only to hear the creak of the panes, Fayun's bald head poked out, looked around, and closed the window again. An untimely thought suddenly occurred in Yan Dan's mind. Fayun's expression when poking out his head was both nervous and expectant, like a poor scholar waiting for a meeting with a rich lady in a drama.

Speaking of Yan Dan's interests and preferences, making agarwood is one thing, and writing drama is also one.

According to the play style, the next one should be a meeting on the stage to tell the heart. Yan Dan couldn't help thinking, Fayun showed that expression when he saw Nan Zhao before, and then sighed why Nan Zhao is actually the son of Fayun? But Fayun doesn't have to be Luo Yue, then Nan Zhao has become an illegitimate child?

Just as Yan Dan thought about getting further and further away, he heard the sound of knocking Muyu and Fayun's chanting in the meditation room. It sounded a bit dignified and solemn.

Yan Dan was so distraught by the chanting sound that he was shrinking, and was about to move back slowly, only to hear Fayun's low voice from the room: "You really came."

Yan Dan immediately pressed against the wall when he heard the sound, and leaned toward the window by the way.

"I know you will remember it, after all, at that time..." Fayun suddenly fell silent, and the other person in the meditation room didn't say a word.

Yan Dan leaned hard, not allowing his shadow to appear on the window paper, but also to see what happened inside, only to see a blessed figure walking eagerly in the meditation room, his shadow reflected on the window paper , Flickering and flickering.

Suddenly heard a thin, soft voice sounded: "Karma, once you have planted a cause, you have to eat it. Your good days have been too long, too long..."

Yan Dan got goose bumps in the night breeze for no reason.

The man spoke with his throat from beginning to end, which was tender and soft, which made her a little unbearable.

Fayun screamed quickly, like a sound from his throat. After a while, he trembled: "You, you..." He paused, only to repeat Say a word: "How can this be, how can this be?" No one answered him, but he kept asking, his voice completely changed.

Yan Dan is almost breaking in. But a kind of demon's instinct made her stay where she was, not even dare to come out. She is a demon halfway through, and she rarely has the upper hand like other demons to judge things by intuition. Her intuition happens to be pitiful, but only this time, it is so strong.

The man ignored his horrified questioning at all, instead he smiled slightly: "Didn't you ever be so affectionate to me? Why are you scared like this now?"

Yan Dan couldn't help but stunned, what this sounded like... This is obviously a tragic story. Could it be true that she was really utterly fallacious?

But she couldn't help but how long she was in a trance, she just heard a sneer, a piece of blood spread directly on the window paper beside her, dots of red, connected into an evil arc.

At the same time, the door of the room was knocked open with a slam. Fayun's body staggered and fell to the ground, his face twisted, hissing and shouting, "Curse! This is a curse! Ha!" Hahahaha, come well, come well..."

Yan Dan leaned over to look hurriedly, and saw that the Zen room was empty, and the window facing the northwest was humming in the night breeze.

Master Fayun was lying in the icy coffin that night, and the fatal sword was drawn from his chest to his ribs, uneven in depth.

He is the third. And behind him, how many people will die?

Who is the murderer?

Why did Master Fayun call this a "curse" before he died? In fact, it's not just him, but the first two mentioned the curse without exception. What is the mystery in this?

Yan Dan handed the agarwood in his hand to Nan Zhao to hold, and he was very worried all the way down from Fuyun Temple. As of now, she still has no clue.

She couldn't even forget that when the person was talking about karma in a soft voice, she clearly felt an inexplicable fear from the bottom of her heart.

Where did the magical appearance of the magical tool Chumo lead them?

Yan Dan exhaled and narrowed his eyes as he watched the transparent and brilliant sunlight. At that time, Master Fayun immediately fell to the ground after speaking the last sentence, and the monks in other meditation rooms came here when they heard the movement. Yan Dan had to use witchcraft to turn a blind eye, hiding his body and carefully touching it back to his guest room.

If someone was caught upright at that time, it would be unclear.

She thought a little sullenly, Tang Zhou previously said that she was good at getting involved in right and wrong, isn't that right now? It's just that this is not what she deliberately wants to dip, but just wants to pester her.

Suddenly, Shuixian's voice became stagnant, and she tremblingly pointed forward: "Yan, Sister Yan...over there..."

Yan Dan looked up subconsciously, and saw that the road ahead was full of darkness.

Corpse.

The corpses crawling crowded on the road are coming to them.