Chapter 9 The Lonely Soul in the Iron Sword Gate

In the outer courtyard of Zhongqi Temple, Chen Yuanhua was even more surprised. He only felt that there were also No. 40 or 50 monks in the small temple quiet, looking left and right, and could not find Pang miscellaneous people.

Through the silent courtyard, he began to believe that this matter was unusual, but he despised it and couldn't help taking 12 points of caution.

Huihe covered his head and walked in front of him. Chen Yuanhua asked him tentatively several times, but saw that he only lowered his head to lead the way, but did not answer. He had no choice but to follow the white and fat monk through the side door of the Daxiong Hall and came to the apse.

The apse was slightly smaller than the Daxiong Hall in front of him, for Guanyin Bodhisattva, who saved the world. There were several rooms in each of the two columns, which were originally a place for the monks to rest. At this time, the door of the hall was connected to the room, and the door was also closed, looking dead.

Huihe led Chen Yuanhua and found the larger wing room. He helped Chen Yuanhua open the door, but did not go in. Chen Yuanhua was surprised and strode in. He saw an old monk with a clear face on the couch meditating cross his knees, but it was not Master Qingyan. When he saw Chen Yuanhua coming, his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but get up. He got out of bed and greeted, "Amitabha, I didn't expect that Lord Chen came, disrespectful and disrespectful."

"Master, you're welcome." Chen Yuanhua regarded himself as a romantic and elegant guest. At present, he returned the courtesy calmly. He looked carefully and felt that Master Qingyan's two vertical eyebrows were white, but his face looked red and fresh, but he seemed to be a little young. He said strangely in his heart and couldn't help asking, "The mage's face was full and rosy, and the seal hall was bright, but he was repairing. Have you gained a lot in the industry?"

"Haha..." Master Qingyan nodded and praised, "Master Chen's eyes are as wise as a torch. Recently, the old monk has indeed gained something in practice and learned something, so he sent people to the ghost door owner to visit together. Unexpectedly, he saw Lord Chen Shi."

"So that's it..." Chen Yuanhua said helplessly, "The doorkeeper is practicing a mind method, and he can't leave the iron sword gate, so he has to send me to come here with his second brother Peng Siqi..."

"Hmm?" Speaking of this, he thought that there was no trace of Peng Siqi, and he didn't know where he had gone. He couldn't help asking, "My brother led the temple to walk in front of him. Why did I go to the temple first? After a long time, I still couldn't see him?"

"This..." Master Qingyan pondered a little and said, "Master Peng Shi may have found the front mountain. There are many corners of Qianshan Mountain. If he walks in a hurry, misses one or two turns and goes straight up the steps, he may miss the temple."

Chen Yuanhua nodded and thought it was reasonable. He said to himself, "Then Peng Siqi is blindly fighting with me. In addition to running away his anger, he probably missed the turn in the middle of the mountain and ran to the front of the mountain. Let's not be ashamed to see him come back later."

At this time, I heard the mage Qingyan say again, "A few days ago, due to fate, the old monk occasionally got something. I wanted to ask the owner of the Iron Sword Gate to come and have a look. I thought that Lord Chen is also the leader of the Iron Sword Gate, and his Taoism is excellent. Since the owner of your door has something to do and can't come over, can I ask the donor to consult with me to see what the old monk has gained in the past few days. ?"

"Since Chen is lucky, of course he is not ungrate..." Chen Sihua was very happy and quickly bowed his hand. As soon as he celebrated Master Yan praised his Taoism, he came to think that since this old monk wanted to visit with the master, it must be unusual. Looking at the old monk a little younger, it must be in his skills. With a lot of progress, if you can communicate with him, you must be very rewarding.

He couldn't help but smile on his face. Thinking that the owner of the Iron Sword Gate couldn't come over by mistake, Peng Siqi didn't know where he was at this time, so he took advantage of this advantage of it. At present, Master Qingyan led the way and asked Chen Yuanhua to follow him to see the thing.

led by him, Chen Yuanhua turned out of the room and pushed open the door of the apse. He looked around, but he didn't see the monk Hui who led the way before. He was surprised why Huihe was silent. He just stood outside the door and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

However, above the apse, it was dedicated to the Guanyin Bodhisattva who saved the suffering in the South China Sea, but the table was empty, and the incense burner was full of soot. It seemed that it had not been cleaned for a long time. After Master Qingyan saluted the Bodhisattva, he led Chen Yuanhua around behind the Buddha statue.

The view behind the Buddha statue was biased towards me. Chen Yuanhua suddenly found that there was a coffin stopped here. He was shocked. He only felt that the matter was both strange and strange. Master Qingyan over there suddenly laughed a few times and advised, "Is Lord Chen afraid?"

"How could..." Chen Yuanhua didn't want to be looked down by him. He bravely said, "Chen has been walking around the world for more than ten years and fighting for many times. He has seen a lot of large and small bodies. How can he be scared by this small coffin?"

"That's good..." Master Qingyan nodded with a smile and pointed to the coffin, "Then please take a closer look."

"Do you want me to see that coffin? What's good about the dead?" Chen Yuanhua said in his heart. Walking a few steps, he saw a body about the same height as his height and thin lying in the coffin. The man was wearing a dark red brocade shirt, covered with peonies and dressed as a rich son.

When he looked at his face again, he saw a piece of white cloth on his head, but he couldn't tell the appearance. Chen Yuanhua was curious and couldn't help stretching out his hand to lift the white cloth to see what the person in the coffin looked like.

"Hey? It's impossible..." Master Qingyan quickly pulled away his hand and stopped him from saying, "This white cloth is mysterious, but it can't be easily lifted. The reason will be explained to the benefactor later."

"Oh?" Chen Yuanhua saw that there was only an ordinary corpse in the coffin. He was curious and frightened. He asked, "Dare to ask the mage, where this man came from and why he stopped behind the palace here. The old mage originally wanted to ask my master to see why this thing. How helpful can such a body be for practice?"

For days, what Chen Yuanhua saw was strange. Peng Siqi, who suddenly disappeared, this quiet temple, and the original solemn place was stopped with a corpse. The old monk was mysterious and brought himself to see him. All kinds of situations were very unreasonable, which made him feel strange, so he asked a series of questions. Many sentences.

"Ha ha, is it a corpse..." Master Qingyan didn't answer first, but pulled out an inch-long knife from his sleeve.

"This..." Chen Yuanhua was shocked and wanted to ask that there was no need to defend himself in this temple. Why did you still carry a knife with you if you didn't cultivate Buddhism?