It's dawn now.

As soon as I opened the door, I met the young monk rushing to the backyard.

He was obviously stunned for a moment when he saw me coming out of the door, then frowned and ran to my side immediately: "Donor, why are you still here? Donor Li who came with you has already left this morning!"

I nodded: "I know, the situation is very complicated, and I can't explain it to you right now. Please tell me first, what exactly is in the backyard?"

Xiaohe glanced at me very suspiciously: "You..."

I said seriously: "I have to intervene in this matter. Little monk, please don't let me go again. Even if I can escape for a while, I will be killed by the devil here."

I kept staring at him closely while I was talking. When he heard the word "ghost", he frowned visibly.

So I asked again: "You know what that is, right?"

He hesitated for a while and nodded: "Okay, donor, come with me now. I will tell you the whole story."

As he spoke, he led me towards the backyard.

"I remember if you have been to our temple before?"

I nodded.

"That's no wonder. Maybe you didn't notice that when you came to this temple yesterday, our address was different from before."

This seems to be the case. In terms of direction, the Lu family is closer to the western suburbs of the city, and this time we found the location of the temple in the southeast of the city.

There was no way we could have run that far that night.

The young monk looked solemn: "Yes, this temple is the legendary ghost temple."

Speaking of ghost temples, I have a little impression.

When I was studying in the countryside, my father once told me a story.

One of his colleagues once delivered a coffin during the day, but failed to get home at midnight, so he was forced to stay in a temple.

That place is located in the northwest of the city.

There were many monks inside and they were very kind. They agreed to take him in for a night and did not ask him to donate money for incense. They only made one request to him.

Stay one night and have to leave at dawn the next day.

He didn't understand why at the time, but he still did it.

After dawn the next day, he walked out of the temple and looked back. There was a temple with many monks behind him, but it was obviously just a wasteland!

This is the ghost temple.

Daochang Chen wrote in his book that the ghost temple is connected with the ghost land, neither life nor death, but it is a place used by Buddha to test the world.

If someone takes advantage of the temple and wants to stay a little longer, he may disappear along with the temple during the day, and be forced to become a member of the temple, accept the teachings of the Buddha, and never be able to leave.

Your story left a deep impression on my young mind.

When I was young, I always thought that gods and Buddhas were compassionate and infinitely tolerant. I never imagined that they would sometimes use petty tricks to punish people.

"and you……"

The little monk nodded: "Yes, I was trapped here three years ago. At that time, I was separated from my parents and was taken in by the temple. During the day, I was afraid so I didn't go out. I was forced to stay here the next night.

It’s inside.”

"But I remember that although the ghost temple is said to be evil, it is also a place where gods and Buddhas are worshipped. How could it become like this?"

The little monk frowned. Although he looked a few years younger than me, he always had a very mature expression on his face.

"People in the ghost temple can be counted as dead people, but they must have some cultivation or enlightenment before they can leave and be reincarnated. However, not everyone can understand. For example, there are already many people here

A century of hosting.”

Back then, the host was a murderer who ran away after killing someone. He encountered a ghost temple on the road, so he entered the temple to avoid the pursuers and never left since then.

Over a hundred years, he changed from an ordinary monk responsible for ringing bells to a host, but he never knew what repentance was, so he never left.

Until one day, several people came outside the temple. They talked to the abbot and left one person behind.

That night, the host was killed by that man, and his skin was cut off and left on the ground.

The young monk had just arrived at that time, and the group of people didn't take him seriously, so they just let him watch from the side.

"After the host was skinned, he was fed another pill, and then he turned into a black shadow wrapped in resentment, which is what he is now. Later... he was able to come and go freely as he wished.

Already."

Just listening to these scenes makes me feel sick. I can't imagine how the teenage monk could endure it.

"And the man who cut off the skin is the current chef. He used the knife that day and still uses it for cooking."

Listening to his calm description, I felt a little sick in my stomach.

Suddenly, he stopped, clasped his hands to the place in front of him and said, "Preside over."

I looked up and saw that we had arrived at the pool we had seen before.

At this time, the black figure was soaking inside, roaring with its bloody mouth open.

There was blood all around, and he who had been showing off his power just now looked like a lingering beast.

You can see flesh, blood and bones in the parts of him that are not soaked in resentment. Some parts are more serious and are even falling off piece by piece.

He saw me following the little monk and said in a hoarse voice: "Little monk, why did you let the guest out? You...hiss...did you damage the skin I left in the bedroom?"

The little monk glanced at me, and I quickly checked the bag. There was no human skin anywhere, only the human pupa was left, emitting a jade-like red light.

I glanced at the menacing black figure and pulled the little monk behind me.

"I did it, I burned it, what?"

The black shadow immediately screamed and tried to get up, with every movement accompanied by a painful roar.

The moment we met, I felt that the evil energy in him was much weaker than before. Although he was waving his claws, he couldn't get ashore at all.

I saw this clearly, took out the January-white talisman paper from my arms, and while he was struggling to move around, I put it directly on his head.

He stopped moving.

I quickly said to the little monk on the side: "Go quickly and take down that night pearl!"

The young monk was stunned for a moment and obviously didn't react.

I said anxiously: "Now there is no turning back for him. He still has the bug on him. He is just a minion of others. Only by killing it can you be relieved!"

The little monk gritted his teeth and walked around the shadow to the wall.

Ye Mingzhu was drowned in resentment, and the little monk just put his hand in, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

Despite this, he continued to stretch his hand downwards and was about to touch the luminous pearl.

Suddenly, I felt a figure flash behind me.

I quickly dodge and look back.
Chapter completed!