"Don't make a sound. ”

Ye Ling was about to speak, but Meng Qian suddenly got up and covered his mouth. He struggled, but Meng Qian's strength was too great, and he had no room to resist at all.

After the old monk left and the door was completely quiet, Meng Qian let go of his hand.

"What the hell do you want to do!"

Ye Ling said with some annoyance, "He locked the door, how can we get out?" Do you want us to be trapped here?"

Meng Qian leaned against the wall, and there was not the slightest panic on his face. He glanced at Ye Ling and said, "Don't get excited. Think for yourself, he's trying to lock us here, even if you tell him there's somebody, what's going to do with him, will he let us out?"

"So what?" Ye Ling calmed down a little, but there was still a trace of resentment in Meng Qian's eyes.

He looked around the room again, and the whole room was completely sealed, with no exit except for the door.

"Do you have a way to get out?" Ye Ling asked.

"There should be. ”

With that, Meng Qian got up and jumped off the kang and strode to the door.

Meng Qian pressed his hands on the door and pushed hard. The door was locked with an iron chain and lock, and because the chain was too long, Meng Qian pushed out a fist-sized crack in the door.

He looked through the crack in the door and saw that the chain was held in place with a nail, which meant that if the nail could be pulled out, the lock would naturally fall off.

If I'm right, if I kick hard, the chain will pull the nails out with a plank. The wooden door is also a few years old, and the nails are certainly not very strong. In other words, if I kick a few more times, this big lock will come off. ’

Thinking of this, Meng Qian immediately raised his foot and kicked the door.

His strength is far beyond ordinary people, and he can even reach more than 300 kilograms with all his strength.

Ye Ling looked at Meng Qian puzzled and asked, "You don't want to tear down this door, do you?"

Meng Qian didn't reply, he raised his foot and continued to kick the door.

Ye Ling wondered in his heart, although Meng Qian's strength was indeed very strong, it was impossible to kick this door down with brute force. Every time Meng Qian kicked out, the door only loosened slightly, and there was no sign that it would fall.

"Don't waste your efforts, it's impossible for you to kick this door down. Ye Ling persuaded.

Meng Qian still didn't reply, stretching and shrinking his right foot and kept kicking the door.

"Idiot. Ye Ling couldn't persuade Meng Qian, and after scolding in a low voice, he didn't persuade Meng Qian again.

Suddenly, after the soles of Meng Qian's feet fell on the door, the iron chain fell off instantly, and the door was also kicked open by Meng Qian's foot.

Ye Ling looked at this scene incredulously, Ye Ling looked at Meng Qian, Meng Qian was not surprised at all, as if all this was in his planning.

"Don't curse. Meng Qian turned around and said flatly, and then strode out of the threshold.

Ye Ling coughed a little embarrassed, and then jumped off the kang and ran to the compound.

"Did you plan it just now?" Ye Ling ran to Meng Qian's side and asked.

"Of course. ”

Meng Qian walked over and pushed open the door of the Buddhist hall, turned around and said, "Don't you want that knife? Now that the old monk is gone, go get it." ”

Ye Ling was stunned at first, he and Meng Qian were not related, and Meng Qian would actually help him to this part.

After coming back to his senses, he glanced at Meng Qian gratefully. He didn't think much about it, and ran into the Buddhist hall with a mobile phone light.

Running to the tribute table, Ye Ling used his mobile phone light to shine on the position where the scimitar had just been placed, but he didn't see the knife.

"Why is it gone?" Ye Ling wondered.

Hearing this, Meng Qian hurriedly walked over, he glanced at the tribute table, and then looked around, the surrounding area was empty and did not look like a place to hide things.

"That old monk was so cautious that he not only locked us in the room, but also hid the knife. ”

Meng Qian suddenly thought of something and continued, "I've seen him tinkering with something in his room all day these days, let's go to his room to look for it, maybe we can find that knife." ”

"It's not ......" Before Ye Ling finished speaking, Meng Qian walked out of the Buddhist hall by himself.

Ye Ling slowly followed.

The old monk's door was not locked, and Ye Ling and the others walked in easily. This is also what makes Ye Ling strange, since the old monk is so cautious, how could he hide the knife in an unlocked room?

Ye Ling stood in the middle of the house and looked around, the whole house was very simple, except for the necessities, there was almost nothing else.

Meng Qian looked at it very casually, he didn't plan to look at it, his thoughts were the same as Ye Ling's.

"The thing should have been taken away by the old monk. ”

Meng Qian looked at Ye Ling again and said, "I know where that old monk is now. Let's go, I'll take you to get it. ”

"Are you so sure I can get it?" didn't he do this just to prevent us from getting the knife, and he would willingly give it to us?" Ye Ling asked.

In fact, he was very curious about why the old monk could do this for a knife.

Could it be that the old monk also knows the peculiarity of this knife?

"Trust me, he's going to give us the knife. Meng Qian is full of confidence.

"Really?" Ye Linghu looked at Meng Qian suspiciously.

"Really. ”

Meng Qian nodded, he seemed to know what Ye Ling was going to ask, so he continued, "As for the reason, after seeing the old monk, he will tell you why." ”

"Let's go. Meng Qian said, he had already opened his legs and walked out.

Ye Ling followed behind Meng Qian, and when he passed by the cabinet at the door, Ye Ling inadvertently saw a thick stack of sandpaper and a brush stained with ink through the hidden cabinet door.

Curious, he opened the cabinet door and saw that it was actually paper money burned to the dead.

Ye Ling took out one casually, he turned on the mobile phone light, and when it shone on the paper money, the words "Fortune and Treasure" on it were faintly shiny.

When he saw the ink on the brush, he immediately understood where the paper money came from.

A hint of pity flashed in Ye Ling's eyes, he put the paper money back in its place, and after closing the cabinet door, he hurriedly followed Meng Qian's pace.

This temple is located at the foot of a hill with lush trees, and walking in the mountains, Yeling always feels particularly cold.

After walking for a few minutes, the two walked through the grove and came to a small clearing. There are wooden tombstones everywhere in the clearing, and it is more like a tomb without a coffin than a cemetery.

Paper money was burning in front of many tombstones, and some of them had already burned out, and when the evening breeze blew them, they immediately turned into ashes and disappeared in the wind.

Ye Ling looked along the tombstones, and the old monk was kneeling in front of one of the tombstones burning paper money.

"Master. ”

Ye Ling was still stunned, and Meng Qian had already stepped forward to say hello.

Hearing Meng Qian's voice, the old monk was stunned at first, and he looked back with some confusion that the young man who had just been locked in the room by him actually came behind him.

"You... How did you get out?" the old monk looked at Meng Qian in disbelief.

"I naturally have my own way. ”

Meng Qian paused, and then said, "Actually, you don't have any malicious intent, you just want to trap us temporarily, and wait until tomorrow morning, you will still let us go, right?"

He could see what I was trying to do. The old monk was slightly startled.

At the first glance of Meng Qian, he thought that Meng Qian was here to take revenge on him, and after hearing this, he was a little relieved.

Meng Qian seemed to remember something, his eyes were gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "I'm really fortunate to have suffered you for so many years." ”

"What?" the old monk wondered.

Meng Qian glanced at the scimitar beside the old monk and said, "Ever since you knew that this knife had a demonic art that bewitched the mind, you guarded it without hesitation, for fear that it would fall into the hands of others, thus causing an irreparable situation. ”

"I appreciate everything you've done, but... From this day forward, your freedom will no longer be constrained by this sword. ”

"What do you mean?" the old monk couldn't help but be vigilant, and moved his body to the side, blocking in front of the scimitar.

Seeing that the old monk misunderstood what he meant, Meng Qian hurriedly said: "Don't get me wrong, I just want to tell you that someone can not be bewitched by this knife." ”

"What!" the old monk was shocked.

He approached Meng Qian and asked with some excitement, "Who is he?"

Meng Qian looked at Ye Ling and said to the old monk, "He is the one you have been waiting for. ”

The old monk followed Meng Qian's gaze, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. He looked at Meng Qian again and asked, "Are you sure he can not be bewitched?"

"Of course. ”

Meng Qian nodded, he turned around and called, "Ye Ling, come here." ”

Ye Ling hurriedly walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Like in the Buddha hall just now, you pull out the blade again. Meng Qian said.

Ye Ling glanced at Meng Qian suspiciously, although he didn't know what Meng Qian's intentions were, but he knew that Meng Qian would not harm him, so he responded.

The old monk hesitated for a moment, then slowly picked up the scimitar and handed it to Ye Ling.

Ye Ling took the scimitar, and the touch was still very cold. He pulled out the blade very casually, but the old monk was surprised when he saw this scene.

"Don't you feel anything?" asked the old monk in surprise.

"Nope. Ye Ling shook his head.

He was a little puzzled, why did the old monk and Meng Qian ask the same question?

"This ......," the old monk was speechless in surprise.

The old monk took a deep breath, and after calming down, he asked, "Little benefactor, are you interested in hearing about the poor monk?"

Ye Ling glanced at Meng Qian suspiciously, only to see Meng Qian nodding slightly at him.

"Say it. Ye Ling said.

"You talk, I'll go blow the wind for a while. Meng Qian said, and then he stretched and walked to the side.

"Alas......"

Before speaking, the old monk sighed sadly, and then said:

"The origin of this knife starts from 30 years ago......"

"Thirty years ago, I saved a middle-aged man in his thirties. He was badly wounded, covered with wounds, especially the one on his back, which was three inches long, and not shallow. If an ordinary person had been so seriously injured, he would have died a long time ago. ”

"I took him back to the temple and treated his wounds. The next day, I woke up early in the morning and found that he was gone, so I ran to ask the brothers in the temple, and they didn't know where he was. ”

"When I went back to my room, I found a knife and a note on the kang. The note reads: This knife has a demagogic magic, and before the person who can be bewitched appears, remember not to pull out the blade. ”

"At that time, I didn't believe in these evil gods, so I pulled out the blade of my ...... under the inducement of curiosity."

Speaking of this, the old monk was saddened.

"When I saw the red inscription on the blade, I felt groggy in my head... After I passed out, I had a blood-soaked dream...... I dreamed that I had killed not only the head of the temple and the other brothers, but also the people in the village. ”

"It wasn't until I woke up that I realized it wasn't a dream, I really killed everyone!"

The old monk suddenly shed two lines of old tears, and continued with a crying voice:

"I regretted not listening to him, and I regretted even more that I saved him. ”

"If it weren't for him, none of this would have happened......"