Chapter 45: The Secret Path

Standing at the gate of the Mora Temple, which is still familiar, there is still an endless stream of worshippers, but their mood is completely different from when they first prepared to enter the temple.

Chen Rufeng's face looks very bad. As soon as he robbed Yin Ping in prison, he had already consumed a lot of real anger and had to get rid of the chasing jailer. Now he is still walking on the road and is about to fall.

Yin Ping just looked at him worriedly, holding him with one hand, and looking at the Mora Temple, which seemed to open its mouth and waiting for food to enter.

Han Ling frowned and said, "Go in." When he stepped on the steps first, he re-entered the place where he almost died.

There is no murderous spirit, only wisps of fireworks burning incense and devoutly chanting Buddha. In the small Zen rooms on both sides, there were no monks of Moro Temple, all of whom were worshipped by ordinary people.

Everything went on, which made Han Ling and Chen Rufeng suspect that it was an incredible dream that Tiansong wanted to block the two in the temple.

At the end, the giant Buddha looked down on the three people, still solemn, giving people a sense of inviolability, and their compassionate eyes seemed to sigh weakly at the world.

"Are you...cough...coming?" An old and withered voice came from behind the three people. When they turned around and saw it, Han Ling and Chen Rufeng immediately raised their guard. After all, the last time they met, it was when the two sides met in the war, and it was very difficult for them to kill the Moro Temple.

The color of Tiansong is obviously much older than the previous vicissitudes of life, and it is closer to the withered appearance of Master Tianlian.

However, his face did not have the last fierce murderous atmosphere, but a faint layer of regret, as if there was a thick dust in his heart, but he could not erase it.

Seeing Han Ling and Chen Rufeng's reaction, Tian Song shook his head and sighed sadly, turned around and said, "If you want to know everything, please come with me."

Chen Rufeng and Han Ling looked at each other. Han Ling's eyes flashed, looked at the figure gradually submerged in the darkness, and nodded.

The abbot's room echoed Tiansong's dangled cough. Chen Rufeng stared at Tiansong's horrible blood coughed out of his palm.

"It doesn't matter... The poor monk has enough time... cough... hand over everything to the two of you." Tian Song's face showed bitterness. Han Ling and Chen Rufeng said nothing, and Yin Ping just waited outside the door.

"On that day... the poor monk was guilty of two crimes, and I hope you can forgive them. The poor monk was really involuntarily..." Speaking of this, the usually patient monk actually had tears of regret in his eyes, which was very similar to Fan Yuyun's look that day. "In fact, the murderer who killed the Tang envoy was the abbot of our Moro Temple - Tianlian..."

"We already know this." Han Ling said lightly, and there was a slight pain on Chen Rufeng's face.

Tiansong was stunned when he heard the words, looked back and forth on their faces, and said in disbelief, "You...do you all know?"

"We already know who the murderer is." Han Ling said, Tiansong closed his eyes sadly, as if he were immersed in some unbearable fog.

"At that time, in order to find the secret method of the temple, Brother Tianlian had to negotiate with the high priest Kuka. Later, he had no choice but to comply with Kuka's request to kill the Tang envoy team, and finally returned to the secret method of the temple. Later, he was unable to extricate himself from his guilt, so he wanted to buy the other two robbed vases and return them back to the Tang Dynasty. He told me about this, and I naturally would not agree, because doing so would reveal that he was the murderer!" Tiansong covered his face and coughed heavily.

"Later, until you two appeared, he wanted to explain everything to you more. Unfortunately, he took the poison of chronic attacks and was secretly increased by me. He could only explain half of what happened to you, and then he died." Tiansong put down his bloody hands and painted blood on his face, which was very scary.

Han Ling and Chen Rufeng both looked at him in surprise. Tian Song seemed to take a breath and continued: "I did this... for the reputation of Moro Temple. I hope you two won't be surprised..."

"Master Tiansong, have a good rest. We still have something important to do." Chen Rufeng suddenly stood up. He felt that Tian Song's body had reached the limit. If he went on, he was afraid that he would fall down.

"I want to know how to open that door." Han Ling suddenly said that Chen Rufeng looked at him without understanding, but only saw the positive flash in his eyes.

Tian Song was shocked at first, and then came over. He coughed several times, trembled his body, turned around and tried to walk to a cabinet leaning against the wall, opened it, took out a yellow leather classic and handed it to Han Ling.

"Jiye Tianzhen... is about to start." Han Ling took over the classics and said, "The Tang army outside the city is about to enter the Qunu city."

Hearing this, Tian Song's expression seemed to have been broken. His blood quickly faded and fell back. He leaned against the bedside, as if he was shocked by Han Ling's words just now and could no longer think about it.

"Impossible... Impossible... How can they do this..." Tian Song seemed to fall into madness and muttered.

"You have been hiding the matter of Yinfan religion from us. Do you think this can really preserve the reputation of Moro Temple?" Han Ling took a step forward and seemed to force Tiansong into a desperate situation.

Tiansong raised his head and looked at Han Ling. There was a faint pleading in his eyes and said in an angry voice, "Our abbots have always kept this secret for the Yinfan religion... It is because of this Jiaye Tianzhen and the supreme Dharma! How can Buddha's extreme be killing! Ah..." Tiansong seemed to be crazy. He covered his head and rolled on the ground painfully. "Our Moro Temple must not have anything to do with the evil outside world! No! Never!"

Han Ling held the classic book in his hand and felt some heavy objects in it. When he opened it, a bronze key was quietly lying in a page full of Sanskrit.

"Let's go, we don't have time." Just as Han Ling and Chen Rufeng were about to turn around and leave, they were hugged by Tiansong.

"Please... don't let Jiaye Tianzhen launch, otherwise... Moro Temple... is deeply guilty..." Tian Song begged. Chen Rufeng bent down and wanted to help him up. Unexpectedly, his body in his hand sank. Tiansong opened his eyes and was still a mournful plea, and his anger was broken.

Chen Rufeng's heart suddenly seemed to be tied to a thousand catties of boulder, and a heavy feeling surged up, and there was a kind of difficult sadness. Looking at this stubborn look, he quietly put him on the ground.

Han Ling looked at Tiansong's breathless body, sighed quietly, and said to Chen Rufeng, "We have to start quickly to stop the launch of Jiaye Tianzhen, otherwise there will be a greater disaster."

Chen Rufeng wiped the corners of his eyes, and after brushing his sleeves across his eyes, he showed a firm light.

Pushing the door open, Yin Ping just came up to greet him, but looked at the body of Tiansong lying on the ground in surprise and looked at the two people.

Bo both of them said nothing, just a sigh.

"He is already terminally ill. I hope it's not too late for him to repent of what he has done." Han Ling said that he handed the yellow book to Yin Pinggang, and he was not familiar with Sanskrit, "Mr. Yin, I don't know what this book is about?"

Yin Ping just took the classic book, looked at the cover carefully and said, "It says, the secret of the devil's heart."

"What?!" The two exclaimed at the same time that this demon classic, which was made by the demon ancestor, fell into the hands of the Yinfan religion, but later asked Tianlian to agree to the evil request before redeem it.

"Take good care of it first. Let's go to the secret road now." As Han Ling said, he led the way and took the two of them out of the Buddhist hall and drilled into another deep and bottomless hole.

The entrance of the cave was the forbidden place of Mora Temple that Chen Rufeng accidentally entered on that day.

Through the thick and unopenable darkness, I stepped on the swing steps and finally came to the familiar stone door. The sound of running water lingered in my ears, and the moss on it exuded a simple atmosphere.

Chen Rufeng remembered that he could not open the door anyway that day, and he didn't know what kind of universe was hidden behind the door.

Han Ling put his hand on the slate door and stroked it carefully, as if tasting a fine silk.

There is a fluffy and slippery feeling from the fingertips, which makes people feel numb.

The huge stone door stood silently, looking at the three small people in front of him.

Han Ling's hand stopped, his eyes condensed, and he took out the bronze key he had just got from the magic formula. It turned out that his hand touched a slightly imperceptible hole. He used the bronze key to compare it slightly, and the size was just right. He quickly inserted it and took a few steps back.

There was no movement, and Han Ling frowned.

Suddenly, a loud rumbling sound shook the eardrums, like a fierce beast that had been lurking for thousands of years woke up. The giant stone door in front of it seemed to be involved by the divine power of the earth, slowly falling, revealing a spacious road.

Looking directly at the front of the road, there is still endless darkness. The road has changed from wide to narrow, like a ladder-shaped road. At the narrow road ahead, there is a stone rock wall, and two fork roads are separated.

When the three came to the fork, Han Ling frowned and thought, simply closed his eyes and listened.

Tick, tick.

The sound of water dripping on the stone is orderly intertwined in Hanling's right ear.

"This way!" Han Ling pointed to the fork on the right and said decisively. The figures of the three melted into the bottomless darkness of the fork.

A firelight suddenly lit up, and the three figures stretched out like ghosts on the ground, which shocked Chen Rufeng, who had been holding the rock wall to identify the direction of the road. He fixed his eyes and saw that it was Han Ling in front of him that ignited a fire.

I don't know how many twists and turns have been made. The gloomy sound of water droplets makes people restless, and there is still no end in sight.

When will the endless road be finished?

Relying on the light supported by the fire folds, he still couldn't let Chen Rufeng get rid of the irritability in the dark, but when he saw that Yin Pinggang still followed Han Ling quietly, he did not dare to complain.