Netherworld Investigator Chapter 266: Weird temple

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Wang Dali said in a fight, "Yoko, this place is really not right, let's go quickly!"

I said: "Go? Where do you go, the rain outside is like a river overflowing, wait a minute."

I walked over and inspected the wooden fish, which was covered with a spider web, and there was no trace of being knocked. As soon as I put it down, I heard a creaking sound of pushing the door. It was very slow and slow. There was obviously no door in the main hall. Why did it sound?

The scariest thing in horror movies is actually not ghosts, but the shocking sound effects. If you don’t believe me, you can watch "Midnight Furious Bell" with the song of the Phoenix Legend. It is definitely not scary.

With these two bizarre movements, even Sun Bingxin was frightened. He firmly grasped my clothes with both hands, and said with a cry: "Brother Song Yang, shall we stop moving? As soon as the rain stops. Go."

I nodded: "Okay!"

The heavy rain passed quickly, but it did not stop completely. It was still raining continuously outside, and the sky was dark. A few of us sat together and waited for three to four hours. Wang Dali stood up and said, "I can't take it anymore!"

I thought he couldn't stand the gloomy atmosphere here. Unexpectedly, the next sentence turned out to be: "My bladder is about to explode, Yoko, please accompany me to the backyard for convenience."

I said: "You just find an empty incense burner to solve it."

Zhu Xiaohao immediately glared at me: "Who dares! I am anxious with him."

Wang Dali had long been impatient with him, and cursed: "Look at you surprised, as if this temple was opened by you, the Buddha is not so careful. If you pee on someone's site, you will drop. Sin, I think you are purely mediocre."

Zhu Xiaohao stalked his neck and said: "Dare you try to be disrespectful to the Buddha!"

I persuaded: "Okay, let's go to the back for convenience, Sun Bingxin, would you like it for convenience?"

Sun Bingxin blushed and said: "I don't need it."

Wang Dali and I went to the backyard. There is a side hall behind. In the middle of the courtyard, there is a large stone incense burner, which is slanted on the ground and covered with weeds. On both sides are the wing rooms where the monk lives, but they are all empty.

Wang Dali and I found a corner. Just as Wang Dali took out the guy, he made a sudden thump, so scared that he almost didn't pee on me.

The voice rang once and then again, very regularly, Wang Dali asked with trembling lips: "What's the matter?"

I heard footsteps, like those of Sun Bingxin, and said: "Hurry up, put away the tools of crime."

Sure enough, Sun Bingxin came: "Brother Song Yang, have you heard? There seems to be a strange noise."

I nodded: "Let's take a look!"

We walked through the side hall and found an abandoned small courtyard behind, piled up in a sloppy way, and unfinished Buddha statues. Wang Dali suddenly screamed: "Ghost!"

After speaking, squeaked behind me and pointed a direction with trembling fingers.

I looked there and took a breath. But I saw a monk standing under an old locust tree. Half of his face was completely disfigured like burning wax. One section of his gums was still bare-exposed, and the other half of his face was still intact, just like Batman. Like the double-faced people in the room, it looks extravagant.

He is holding a sharp axe and is chopping wood. This is the sound we heard just now. A lot of wood has been accumulated under his feet!

I walked over and said politely: "Hello, master, we are here to take shelter from the rain. I'm sorry to disturb you. We will leave some incense money when we leave."

The monk stopped his axe, looked at me with a gloomy look, and continued to chop the wood without saying a word.

Wang Dali teased me: "Yoko, the rain is getting smaller, let's go quickly, this man looks a bit abnormal."

At this time, there was a heavy noise. Wang Dali jumped up in shock. The double-faced man slammed the axe on the stake and said in a gloomy voice: "Although my face is ruined, my ears are not deaf. Don't Chewing your tongue there, be careful that I will kill you with an axe! The rain stops, hurry up and roll."

I was shocked for a while. The monk had said this and claimed to be Laozi. Suddenly, I had the idea that this man is a wanted man who pretends to be a monk, right?

I tried to think about it. The current fugitives in the province do not seem to have this characteristic.

"Amitabha!" A melodious Buddha name came, and a short fat monk walked over and rebuked: "Kingkong, monks don’t go shopping, how can you talk to guests like this? Go back and copy the Diamond Sutra ten times. Think about it."

The double-faced man gave a cold snort and entered a room.

The short, fat monk looked at the kind eyebrows and kind eyes, with a master demeanor. He had two palms and ten Dao: "The poor monk is the abbot here. A few visits to the cold temple are also a fate. It is better to use it up. Let’s go after the vegetarian meal!"

We didn’t eat at noon, and we have been hungry for three hours now. Wang Dali said, “Sorry, let’s donate some sesame oil money!”

The abbot smiled and said: "Everything is fine, please sit in the wing for several people."

Zhu Xiaohao also followed me at some point, and came over to say a few words with the abbot, and then we followed the abbot to a room with the words "Xiangji Kitchen", where the monks ate.

There is also a monk in the room with a knife scar on his face, his face is fierce, and his eyes are staring at Sun Bingxin. I pulled off Sun Bingxin's clothes and whispered to her: "Be careful, this temple is a bit suspicious!"

The abbot instructed Scarface: "Jingneng, prepare some fast food for the four distinguished guests."

Scarface asked: "Do you want to pickled this year's radish or last year's pickled radish?"

The abbot replied: "I will pickled this year, prepare more rice, and then ask Jingci to cut some sauerkraut."

Wang Dali smiled and said: "The monk really pays attention to eating. It is divided into last year's, this year's, is there 1982?"

I can't laugh. My grandfather said that if you hear someone say such specious strange things when you go out, it's mostly quack talk! Take the fortune-teller in the past as an example. Before the fortune-telling, the assistant would ask the guests to fill out a form, and then take the guests in. The assistant would say a few words to the fortune-teller, but it sounded like they were asking if they want tea and what the weather was like outside. In fact, it's all black words. I told the fortune-teller about the guests' family information, but outsiders were completely kept in the dark.

I faintly realized that they are definitely not real monks, they are most likely wanted criminals in disguise!

After seated, Zhu Xiaohao talked with the abbot religiously and asked how many monks there were here.

The abbot said with a smile that there were many monks here in the early years. Later, there was no incense and gradually declined. Many monks went out and wandered, leaving a few of them to watch the temple. The daily expenses here depend on their going down the mountain to alms. The monks take pleasure in poverty, and it is enough to have rough tea and light rice.

Zhu Xiaohao praised: "Your spirit of peace and happiness is too worth learning. It is true that I have been ambition to the Buddha since I was a child. I must come and worship when I see the temple. I will clean the hall for you later."

The abbot folded his hands together: "How dare, how dare!"

Wang Dali sneered and whispered: "Pretend, then pretend!"

I have been watching my opinions and feelings by the side, and suddenly interjected: "Abbot, are you and those masters brothers?"

The abbot replied: "Of course not, I am their master."

I sneered and said: "I don't have much common sense, so just treat me as nonsense, since you are their master, why are you all pure-hearted people?"

The corners of the abbot’s mouth twitched visibly, some beads of sweat appeared on his bald head, and he chanted the Buddha's chant: "Actually speaking, I am their senior brother, but I got started earlier, and their ordination rituals are I did it."