The atmosphere in the hall was somewhat solemn.

Lin Xin read the confessions of the two witnesses before, no less than five times, in order to find clues.

Now, the abbot said that he had rested that night, and only the two of them knew about it.

And what about those who kept vigil in the main hall that day?

You must know that in all temples, Taoist temples and other places of worship, there is always an everlasting lamp in front of the statue, and there will be a full-time night watchman who is responsible for guarding it at night to ensure that the everlasting lamp is not extinguished.

As long as it is a temple or a Taoist temple, there will be such an arrangement, even if it is to cope with errands and work, it will also arrange individuals.

Unless, the people inside do not respect the offerings at all.

"Hehe..."A faint laugh came from behind him, and Takayama turned his head angrily.

It's a little monk.

At this moment, he was wearing a white robe, looking dignified, and his face was as crystal as jade, as if he was still radiating light.

It's just that he is holding a wooden fish that is as red as blood in his hand.

The wooden fish emitted strange fluctuations, and circles of crimson light swung outward, like a lake that had been splashed with a stone.

"Did you do it?" When they saw the wooden fish in his hand, everyone's expressions changed.

The terrifying aura of sin, anger, resentment, unwillingness, greed, confusion and murder like a sea of blood, emanated from the wooden fish in his hand.

"After a hundred years of planning, today is finally going to succeed, and it is an honor to be able to witness this moment. The corners of the little monk's mouth pulled back, and the angle he pulled out was full of villain's sense of déjà vu.

"Who the hell are you?" Shangguan's hand was already pressed on the hilt of the knife, but the strong pressure brought to him by the other party made him feel that the short knife in his hand was as heavy as Mount Tai.

"I ?... But a poor man. The little monk looked at the earth with compassion, recalling the scene a hundred years ago.

A strange fire fell from the sky and fell on his hometown, and the violent concussions mixed with the raging fire engulfed the entire village.

The little monk was hidden by his parents in a half-man-high cellar, and his parents used his body as a 'fire blanket' for him to survive.

Two days later, the 12-year-old child pushed it away, and the black bones were shattered into powder by external force.

That day, he lost everything, but also got the future.

After finding the stone brought by the 'strange fire' that fell from the sky, the child became a little monk, and since then he has lived in the mountains and wilderness, and happened to be adopted by an old monk.

The old monk was the host three generations ago, and he became a little monk, with strange abilities that ordinary people do not have, and there is an extra wooden fish in his hand.

Not only did the stone represent disaster and change for him, but it also carried a civilization from an extragalactic galaxy.

The Creature Manipulator, as it is called, resides in the subject's brain, altering its thinking and memory, and manipulating its thoughts and actions.

The little monk originally wanted to kill her, because it was its appearance that caused him to lose all his relatives and home.

But after discovering a way to control it in his mental 'memory', the little monk changed his attention.

Feeding a creature controller with its own 'Buddha power', but leaving it in a state close to 'hibernation' that cannot be activated.

The long-term infusion of Buddha power has gradually assimilated it by the little monk, which also means that the way in the memory of the mind is correct.

After a hundred years of breeding, the creature controller has developed an indescribable and mysterious connection with him.

But there's one final step in terms of real control, getting it into the growth phase.

Life, it needs enough energy contained in life, according to human beings, it needs thousands.

"You—" Gao Shan thought of some rumors in the medical tradition.

"Blood sacrifice, or in mythological stories, it seems to say so, right?" the little monk smiled indifferently, it was so unscrupulous.

Now he can always feel the growth of the creature controller and himself, and the powerful feeling makes the little monk who has long lived for no reason feel a sense of rebirth.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're using the ancient tree outside as its carrier, and the wooden fish in your hand is just an impostor, or a medium!"

Gao Shan's resolute remarks made the little monk's eyes close, and the cold light of the forest's heart flickered in his pupils, and he had already moved to Gao Shan in his heart.

That's right!

The wooden fish in his hand was carved from the old branches of the outer yard, and it was able to withstand the presence of a creature controller for a short time.

This would turn people's eyes to him and the wooden fish, rather than the old dead trees outside that were immobile and vulnerable to attack.

"Seems to be right. Getting a satisfactory answer from the little monk's expression, Gao Shan's spiritual needle in the cuff retracted again.

Just now, he felt that the old dead tree was a little strange, so he left a few souls by the way to prevent changes.

I didn't expect him to really meet him.

"It's useless, the blood sacrifice is complete, and in a few minutes it will become my slave, and whoever dares to resist me will be a dead end. ”

"Okay, I'm afraid it's up to you!" Gao Shan raised his hand and waved it outwards as he spoke.

In the body of the old tree with dead roots entrenched outside the courtyard, the bright green light penetrated through the trunk like a goddess scattering flowers, but did not leave the slightest damage.

Messy as weeds, a trace of fresh green shoots appeared on the bare branches.

Then the green shoots grew and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, blooming and blooming, entrenched in the tangled roots, and growing a few fruits rapidly.

The slender stems and leaves hang upside down with drop-shaped crystalline fruits, which give off an enticing aroma in the air as they sway.

As the fruit matures, its skin becomes transparent, and finally you can see the flesh covered with red filaments.

The slender red silk looks like delicate blood vessels and meridians, and the whole fruit is also expanding and contracting like breathing.

Dead trees bloom in spring, old trees bloom, what a wonder!

With this movement, the transparent fruit, which resembles a gourd, glows red with the thin stems of the trunk.

The thin stems, which were so red and black that shimmered with an eerie dim light, pulled out the creature controllers in the old tree's body.

In the main hall of the inner courtyard, the little monk who was excited about the success of his plan and was full of a sense of accomplishment, and was a little lost, suddenly found that the aura of the wooden fish had weakened.

Before he could figure out what was going on, a layer of surging and changing qi appeared on the surface of the wooden fish, and it flew and rushed towards the old tree in the outer courtyard.

"What's the matter?" the little monk looked at the duck flying away with a shocked face, his face suddenly turned hideous, and he turned to the high mountain road; "What did you do?"

"It's nothing, it's just curing the patient who was poisoned by you!" Gao Shan called the old tree a patient, which is both a metaphor and a fact.

In fact, this old tree is even more magical than Takayama guessed.

If it weren't for the long-term extraction of its energy by the biomaster, and the fact that there was an even more greedy owner who also kept ingesting the energy it collected from inside and outside the Jianshan Mountain, no one would be able to say what kind of existence the old tree would be now.