"Please wait for a moment here, I will go back."

When he arrived at the temple, Monk Xinkuan did not let the tiger dragon come in directly, but planned to inform the abbot of the temple first.

Hu Jiao also understood that no matter how greedy the monk was and greedy for money, he would not be so stupid that he could just let a monster enter his temple in just a few words.

He looked up at the temple. From the outside, he could be considered solemn and glorious. The roof of the temple was covered with glazed tiles and magnificent. The roof was carved with Buddhist arhats, which were lifelike.

There are two Buddhist vajras on both sides of the gate of the temple, glaring at the front, but the tiger dragon always feels that their gaze has been completely on him since he came here.

This vision is like a demon-subduing master who hates evil and looks at the demon's eyes, almost as realistic.

The Buddha light lingering on it also made the tiger dragon understand that this feeling may not be fake. If he had chosen to force himself at the beginning, he would not be surprised that these two Vajras would come alive.

Yunling Zen Temple is on a mountain. There are no other buildings around it except this magnificent temple, but there are still endless pilgrims coming and going.

It was already bright, and monks in the temple were sweeping the steps to welcome the pilgrims. Because Monk Xinkuan had already mentioned the identity of the tiger dragon in advance, these monks were both distant and alert to the tiger dragon.

The pilgrims who were coming and going were a little curious because of the tiger dragon's dress, but under the persuasion of the monks, these pilgrims kept a distance from the tiger dragon, and their eyes were either disgusting or indifferent.

Staying here makes the tiger dragon feel a little uncomfortable. There are also many humans in the ghost market, but there are humans who are aliens. Even a small number of existences that can be integrated into are mostly evil monks who are not tolerated by the human race.

And here, there is only one alien species, tiger dragon.

The tiger dragon did not act too much. Just now, he had contacted General Kui and let him know that the monster was getting closer and closer.

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Yunling Zen Temple, abbot's building.

The abbot's building of Yunling Zen Temple is not as magnificent as the other buildings, but it looks a little dim.

There are no monks chanting scriptures or pilgrims worshiping Buddha like in the other halls, but are deserted and lonely, with only a statue of the Buddha with a miserable face and a green lamp standing quietly here.

"Uncle Abbot, I have something to report to you."

The voice of Monk Xinkuan came from outside.

The green light inside suddenly became bright, illuminating a monk wearing a brown cassock next to him.

The monk was short and had a bit old between his eyebrows. He squinted his eyes, his slender white eyebrows hanged down to both sides, and his face was miserable, just like a Buddha statue in front of him.

"Enter."

A calm voice was spit out from his mouth. Apart from that, the monk did not do anything else, and he still stood in front of the Buddha statue quietly holding the rosary in his hand.

Monk Xinkuan walked in from outside, and the first thing that caught his eyes was the huge Buddha statue with a miserable face.

But he quickly lowered his head and did not look at it. This Buddha statue made him feel a little uncomfortable. Most of the Buddha statues in the temple were ferocious, with ferocious faces, or kind eyebrows and solemn appearance.

But only this Buddha statue has a sad face, and there seems to be a sorrow between his eyebrows that cannot be dissolved, even the abbot in front of him.

This made him unable to understand. In his opinion, with his careful management, the incense in the temple became more and more prosperous, and there were endless pilgrims coming and going.

Even if the monks in the temple are not as greasy as him, they still have no worries about food and clothing, and they have no worries about food and drink. What should I worry about?

Although he thought so in his heart, Monk Xinkuan still walked quickly to the old monk and whispered:

"Uncle Abbot, something is wrong. Junior Brother Puji... something happened to him."

"What happened to him?" the old monk asked calmly.

"He was killed by a monster, and someone sent his relics back." Monk Xinkuan said with a heavy expression.

When the old monk heard the words, his face became even more miserable, and his gesture of turning the rosary was a little faster.

Xinkuan waited for a while, and saw that the old monk was not speaking, he took out the rosary from his arms, "Uncle Abbot, this is the rosary left by Junior Brother Puji, please check it out."

The old monk took the rosary, kneaded it in his hand for a while, and said, "It's the breath of a monster, but there are other items from Mr. Puji?"

"There are a few other beads, which are the same as this bead. The person who comes is a monster. He hopes to hand it into your hands."

Monk Xinkuan replied.

The old monk didn't reply, but just looked at the rosary in his hand silently.

"My uncle abbot, junior brother Puji...has he really passed away?" Monk Xinkuan asked carefully.

The old monk nodded slightly and said:

"When he went out, I saw that he had ambition to die and had persuaded him, but he failed to obey me. This is his cause and effect disaster in this life. In this life, he will be rewarded for his retribution in the next life, and there is no need to be hurt by it."

"Disciple understands that the monster who came here hopes to hand over the rosary to you with his own hands, and also hopes to handle the funeral for Junior Brother Puji. I wonder what the abbot’s uncle means?"

Monk Xinkuan quickly spoke, saying that he seemed very careful about the old monk. After all, this person is the greatest in the temple and his cultivation is unfathomable.

"You can just accept it for me. You can also handle the funeral of Puji's nephew."

The old monk closed his eyes and continued to turn the rosary in his hand with a sad face.

"Amitabha, I understand."

When Monk Xinkuan saw that the old monk closed his eyes, he realized that he was going to let him leave. He closed his hands and shouted the Buddha's name and left.

After Xin Kuan got the permission of the old monk, he went out of the temple without delay for a moment.

At this moment, the tiger dragon standing at the entrance of the temple looked at a black cloud in the distance, but his heart became more and more anxious.

This time, I was trying to find some Buddhist treasures by taking advantage of the situation.

But if Monk Xinkuan doesn't come out again, he has to leave, otherwise the monster will chase him and he is blocked outside the temple gate. The monks will definitely not mind sitting in the mountains and watching the tiger fight.

Just then, Monk Xinkuan walked out of the door with a red face.

"Master Xinkuan, I wonder what's going on?" Seeing this, Hu Jiao stepped forward with a hint of joy and asked.

"Master I am a heart-loving master, don't worry. As long as the incense and oil is enough, no one will have any questions. At that time, you can always attend the ceremony of my junior brother Puji, so that you can repay this kindness and make your thoughts clear, and it will not hinder your practice."

Monk Xinkuan pulled the tiger dragon to the place where there were few people on the side and patted his big belly and said.

"Great kindness, I don't know where the merit box in the temple is, so I donated tens of thousands of taels of incense and oil to show my sincerity."
Chapter completed!