fictionpage The first thousand five hundred and ninety-six chapters before the temple
The first thousand five hundred and ninety-six chapters before the temple
Inside the Great Temple of Thundering Sounds, the lights are bright.
The hall that used to be pitch-dark at night now seems like daytime. The monks in Tsing Yi lit the candles one by one, and continued to light them when they were extinguished.
The big Buddha saw two lines of blood and tears, and the Tsing Yi monk didn't feel afraid when he saw it, he jumped up and wiped the blood and tears clean.
Then he dropped his hands together and bowed sincerely.
Behind the hall is a door with a threshold almost calf-high, and only two people can enter and exit.
The monk in Tsing Yi lit the candle silently, but there was the sound of someone walking behind him.
"Senior brother, Master told you to take a look." The fat monk was sweating coldly, his legs trembled as he looked at the monk in Tsing Yi in the candlelight.
"Understood, come here, every candle here tonight must be lit, and none of them are allowed to go out.
The monk in Tsing Yi handed the ignition book to the past. When the fat monk took it, his hands were shaking violently, and sweat flowed uncontrollably down his forehead.
The monk Tsing Yi did not speak, but left after bowing.
"boom"
There was a scalp-numbing closing sound from the back door, and the fat monk knelt down as soon as his legs softened.
His expression was frightened and hideous.
The monk in Tsing Yi quickly walked towards the wing room. The wing room in charge was connected to the library. Although it was not far, it was quite difficult to walk.
"Master.""
"Go in. 95
The room was pitch dark, and even the beautiful moonlight outside could not get in.
"How is the person who sent it?" The host seemed to have just woken up.
"I'm still struggling, I don't eat or drink." The monk in Tsing Yi clasped his hands together and bowed before entering the room, "Master, there is a force in him that keeps resisting.
"Oh?" The host stumbled to his feet, "Today is a rare and suitable time, no matter how hard he struggles, he can't escape. You go and take him to the main hall, remember, don't kill him or maim him, or he will die later. It's not good."
"Yes. 35
The fat monk was still lighting the lamp tremblingly, when the door suddenly opened a gap, a gust of wind blew in, and a large number of candles were extinguished.
"Don't don't don't~" The fat monk was so nervous that his legs were trembling, he hurriedly closed the door first, and then lit the extinguished candle little by little.
He was so frightened that his hand holding the Huo Zhezi kept shaking.
"Senior brother."
The fat monk immediately knelt down and rubbed a coat of wax oil.
"Junior brother, what are you afraid of?" The monk in Tsing Yi walked over quickly and helped him up, "I'm not a demon Rakshasa."
"No... No... I... I'm just afraid of the dark." The fat monk said nothing, and a piece of black rubber was burned in the palm of his hand. He also held back and said nothing.
The monk in Tsing Yi couldn't help laughing, "It's rare that you are so old and afraid of the dark. You should go back first, and then Master will come here to give a lecture to a distinguished guest."
"Okay, okay!" The fat monk walked quickly, and when he left the back door, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, as if there were inexplicably more people in the hall.
He shook his head, trying to get this horrible thing out of his head.
No, Tsing Yi Junior Brother and Master could be frightening, one is a revered monk, and the other is a direct disciple of the high monk.
The fat monk swallowed and hurried back to the wing.
In the main hall, the monk in Tsing Yi was still lighting candles, which seemed to be a very serious matter.
Lin Fan stood in the shadow behind the Buddha and looked at the back of the monk in Tsing Yi.
"squeak"
The door of the main hall was opened, and the host came over, followed by a person.
Mutian.
His expression was sluggish and his eyes wandered.
"are you ready?"
"Yes." Qingyi monk looked at Mutian, "Master, he...
"Try it first, if it doesn't work, put it directly under it and keep it for later use."
"Yes. 35
Only then did Lin Fan realize that the candles stretched from the front of the Buddha to the back, which looked messy, but it actually looked like a layout.
Lin Fan has seen this layout vaguely.
Mu Tian staggered, although he walked into the main hall, he could see that he was extremely reluctant, even to the point of grim expression.
The host and the monk Tsingyi sat on both sides of the Buddha, and after Mu Tian entered the hall, he seemed to be restrained by others, and his walking was not stable.
The chanting of the Buddhist scriptures begins. 287
The black energy above the Buddha fell one after another, surrounding Mutian, as if trying to get into his body.
The golden light began to appear on Mutian's body, Lin Fan controlled it a little, and the black energy could not get close.
The chanting became louder and louder, and large drops of sweat appeared on the monk's forehead.
Mutian's even became more and more sober as he chanted.
"stop!!"
Mu Tian roared, then suddenly broke free from the restraints on his body, lifted the kneeling stool in front of the Buddha, and began to smash it everywhere.
This time, both the host and the monk in Tsing Yi were stunned.
Lin Fan was still hiding in the dark, silent.
"Bold!"
The monk in Tsing Yi roared and rushed over, but Mu Tian was not a kind person, he killed so many animals, and his body was quite hostile.
In addition, since he was a child, he learned how to dance with a sword, so it would not be too difficult to deal with a monk.
It's just that without the knife, he can only wave the kneeling stool in his hand. In addition, he has just regained consciousness, and his mind is still confused, and he was attacked by the host behind him for a while.