Chapter 11 Looking for Ghosts in the Temple

I just came back from outside and I'm still jet lag. I'm completely out of shape. I may have to go to Singapore in a few days. It's painful. Today, I rushed to send 3,000 words and hurriedly.

He groped and walked quietly behind the Buddha statue and stopped the location of the open red sandalwood-colored coffin. What he saw in his eyes, the coffin was still there. Because several holes were made in the window lattice here, he was being illuminated by the clear moon.

Chen Yuanhua was a little nervous. He slowly moved his body and gradually approached the coffin. He looked carefully, but he was shocked. He saw that the young man in the hall was not in the previous dark red clothes, but a full body, and the stricken man was covered by a white cloth. , lying in the coffin.

He was frightened, but he couldn't help looking more. He couldn't help but be shocked. Seeing that the dress was clearly Peng Siqi, who had previously gone up the mountain with him and had disappeared in front of him.

Chen Yuanhua only felt that the moonlight was pale, and the scene reflected was strange and inexplicable. His heart was shocked, but he couldn't help lifting the white cloth and just wanted to know the truth.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly and lifted the white cloth extremely slowly with twelve care. This time, what he saw in Chen Yuanhua's eyes finally made him scream out in horror.

Under the white cloth, Peng Siqi stared, stunned, and looked surprised and frightened, but his eyes were deep, and his cheeks were suffothed, and his body was dry and thin, as if he had been sucked out of his whole body.

"What the hell is going on?" He thought of it and suddenly felt a disorder of breath, and a body suddenly came behind him.

"Who is it!" Chen Yuanhua screamed and felt that two hands were on his shoulders. Through the moonlight, he looked back and saw a vague face behind his head. With a strange smile on his face, he suddenly opened his mouth, revealing his mouth full of white and sharp teeth.

In the Iron Sword Gate, the owner's face was really pale. After quietly listening to the old voice of the boiled tripod, it seemed to be a dreamlike narrative. His disciples, Zhao Dongting and Zhao Zhongyue, were quietly accompanying him. After listening to this matter, he only felt frightened.

Zhao Dongting looked at the master and felt that his eyebrows were getting tighter and tighter. He couldn't help reminding him, "Master, why don't you ask this person more?"

"It's useless, it's time..." The owner of the Iron Sword Gate shook his head and muttered to himself.

In an hour, the red light covering the big tripod suddenly turned into a fierce atmosphere and enveloped the little Sami's already white body.

"Ah!" Xiao Shami screamed sadly, and the boiling water in the tripod bubbled out. The fierce spirit dragged Xiao Shami's head left outside into the boiling water, and there was no more movement.

"Dongting, gather people. I'm going to Zhongqi Temple for a while." The owner of the Iron Sword Gate turned his hands back and never looked at the boiling tripod again, and ordered loudly.

"This is really incredible..." Under the peach blossom tree, Li Weihua listened to Qin Xuehan tell such strange things, and his face couldn't help but turn pale.

"Bat I don't know that the owner of the Iron Sword Gate is a righteous person. How can he have such a fascinating spell?" Qimiao asked quietly. She couldn't help but be surprised in her heart. She thought that this spell was like a kind of demonic ghost, but she didn't know how the iron sword gate owner could use it.

"I don't know this..." Qin Xuehan shook his head.

"So what happens next?" Li Miaohua asked in a hurry.

"Next..." Qin Xuehan smiled and told the story that happened again. Several people under the peach tree listened quietly, and the night sky was deep and silent.

That day, the owner of the Iron Sword Gate really made a strange method, and the situation was inexplicable. Zhao Dongting and Zhao Zhongyue looked at it and trembling. After casting the spell, the Iron Sword Gate owner roughly understood the experience of the two brothers sent to Zhongqi Temple the day before yesterday, so he ordered a good hand in Qizong and took hundreds of disciples to Qianshan with murderously. Go.

Everyone hurried their way and couldn't travel for half a day. At noon, they came to the foot of the Qianshan Mountain. There were thousands of Buddha sects, and the Buddha's teachings were widely known to the world. At this moment, good men and women came in an endless stream. They were bumping into a group of people and horses at the Iron Sword Gate. They rushed over aggressively. The believers were worried and frightened. Dodge to avoid its peak.

So in the frightened eyes of the Xiangke believers in the mountains, a group of Tiejianmen directly rushed to the bell temple and came to the gate of the temple. They saw the high eaves and wide walls of this small temple, the wooden doors were locked, and there was no smoke near and far. Listening to it, there was no movement, which seemed very desolate and bleak.

In the eyes of the owner of the Iron Sword Gate, Zhao Dongting took the lead and kicked open the gate of the Bell Temple, stirring up a dust. When the smoke and dust dissipated, the Lord of the Iron Sword Gate looked coldly at the top and bottom of the Bell Temple. He saw that the courtyard in the small temple was cold, the trees were wrapped with cobwebs, the fallen leaves piled up on the ground, and the middle temple was covered with thick earth gray. It is obvious that no one has cleaned it for a long time.

The owner of the Iron Sword Gate thought about it. As soon as he waved his hand, the people understood it. They divided into several teams and entered the gate of the Bell Temple. Room after room were investigated, but Feng Xingzhen lowered his eyes and stood in the courtyard in public, as if to recuperate himself and prepare for the possible future war.

At this moment, the sky was high and the sun was shining, and the weather was dry and hot. The disciples were busy and only felt sweaty. However, they kicked through the doors of the rooms and turned over the front and back three temples. Even the worshiped Buddha moved their seats, but they did not see anyone. The disciples of the Iron Sword Gate only felt that the bell temple was quiet and strange. Zhao Dongting's forehead was covered with sweat, but there was a trace of coldness in his heart.

The owner of the Iron Sword Gate still stood in the front yard of the Bell Temple with bare hands. It was sunny and windless. He was dressed in strong clothes, stepped on a pair of felt boots on his feet, and closed his eyes slightly, but with the disciples were busy, he was still restless.

Suddenly, Zhao Zhongyue shouted, "There is something strange in this well!"

The owner of the Iron Sword Gate really heard this. His eyes flashed, and his body suddenly started. The wind was blowing under his feet. Following the sound of Zhao Zhongyue's shouting, he flashed to a remote place in the apse of Zhongqi Temple in four or five steps. He saw the weeds here, the branches were boundless, reflecting the scattered sun, and a dry well was hidden in the golden gray shadow. .

At this time, Zhao Zhongyue was sweating on her forehead and leaning anxiously to look into the dry well. He really saw his panicked face and asked, "How strange is this place? But what happened?"

"In front of me, Li Zhi and I found this dry well and found that the barren grass was spreading on all sides, and there was no light in the well. Li Zhi took off the hemp rope on his body, tied it at the mouth of the well, asked me to take care of it, and go down to check it by himself..." Zhao Zhongyue said eagerly, "This well seems to be quite deep. There was no sound in the end after he went down. I was about to ask, suddenly However, I heard a shout from the well, and the hemp rope tied at the mouth of the well tightened. I hurried to pull the hemp rope, but I felt that there seemed to be a lot of money at the bottom of the well. I couldn't drag it. Between pulling, I even broke the hemp rope..."

Fengxing was really puzzled. As a result, the hemp rope handed over by Zhao Zhongyue showed that this was the hemp rope used by outsiders to tie and unload the goods on the carriage. The two fingers were thick and exposed to the sun after being soaked in water. I'm afraid it would be very difficult for ordinary people to pull it off. He turned over Zhao Zhongyue In his hand, he saw two huge blood stains on the middle of his palm because he was pulled hard.

"This child is worried about the comfort of others, but he doesn't say a word about the injury on his hand. He is worthy of being my good disciple..." The owner of the Iron Sword Gate secretly praised in his heart, and his face was still calm. He also held the mouth of the well with one hand and leaned down to look down.

I saw that the well was dark, covered with a layer of black gas, without a trace of light, and it was like two worlds in the day. The iron sword gate owner thought about it and pulled the broken hemp rope that remained a little long. He held the hemp rope in one hand, gently rubbed his thumb and forefinger, and only heard a sound of the hemp rope. There was a flame, and the owner of the iron sword gate was there. Take the opportunity to take this half of the hemp rope into the well.

On the hemp rope, the flame rolled, and a flame steamed and burned. With the help of the fire, the owner of the Iron Sword Gate really stared at it. He saw a trace of light flashing in the well, which was originally dark ink. However, the deeper the firelight was thrown into the bottomless well, the more insignificant it became. At this moment, Zhao Zhongyue opened his eyes wide. The eyes also looked desperately at the well with the burning hemp rope, but felt that the candlelight was like the bean light, as if it had been swallowed by the deep darkness. Even if his eyes were wide open, what he saw was no different from the original dark well.

His soft and sore eyes looked at Naishi Feng Xingzhen, but he stared at the well and frowned as if he had found something. Suddenly, the iron sword gate owner took a cold breath and couldn't help saying to himself, "This is..."

"What is it?" Zhao Zhongyue's second monk couldn't touch his head, but the owner of the iron sword gate suddenly bowed down and listened to the underground movement.

The sun is bright, and the weather is so hot that even the crickets are too lazy to make noise. There is no wind and silence. I don't know what the iron sword door owner is listening to. Zhao Zhongyue looked at the teacher in a daze, looking confused look, but seeing that the trend is really serious, he dares not ask more, so he just stayed by.

After a while, the owner of the Iron Sword Gate straightened up and breathed a sigh of truth, and then ordered:

"Zhongyue, there is another universe in this well. The underground should be distributed along the vein. Now you take more than a dozen disciples to go around the back of thousands of mountains and wash dishes along the place where the stream is ringing. You should find..."

"Good!" Zhao Zhongyue took the order, and he was puzzled. What did the master see in the well just now? There was a moment of surprise on his face. At this moment, it was naturally appropriate to ask more questions. He hurried away with doubts.

Shortly after Zhao Zhongyue left, another disciple suddenly shouted in the backyard room: "I found it!"

At first hearing this, seven or eight disciples next to him came over. Fengxing, the owner of the Iron Sword Gate, also hurried to this wing room, pushed the door and looked at it. A group of disciples were stunned, and the young one was pointing at the ** thing in the room and trembling.