Ye Ling and Meng Qian looked at the door together, and an old monk in a robe was glaring at them angrily.

The old monk saw that Ye Ling was holding a scimitar in his hand, and he said sharply: "Quickly put down that knife!"

Ye Ling was stunned, and after coming back to his senses, he immediately put the scimitar in his hand back to its original place.

"I'm sorry, we're getting lost here, we saw a temple here, we thought there was no one here, so we wanted to rest here. Meng Qian hurriedly stepped forward to apologize.

"Is that really the case?" the old monk looked at Meng Qian suspiciously.

"Really. Meng Qian said, "I think it's getting late, master, can you let us stay here for a night?"

The old monk hesitated for a moment, as the so-called monks are compassionate, he is also a person of great compassion, so he naturally can't bear to drive these two people out.

"Leave as soon as it gets morning, this is not the place for you to stay. The old monk said.

"Thank you, thank you. Meng Qian hurriedly thanked him.

Ye Ling stared at this old monk who was nearly eighty years old, he suddenly frowned, if he guessed correctly before, this old monk should be the murderer who slaughtered the entire village.

But he couldn't understand why this old monk slaughtered the village, why did he kill people but didn't run away?

Ye Ling was a little uncontrollable, was this old monk really the murderer of the village?

"Boy, you'd better stay away from that knife. There are unclean things attached to it. The old monk said to Ye Ling solemnly.

"Oh. Ye Ling came back to his senses, "Thank you for the reminder, I will stay away from it." ”

It seemed that seeing that Ye Ling and the two had a good attitude, the old monk returned to his usual face and said, "There is still a guest room on the left hand side of the Buddhist hall, so the two little donors will live there first." ”

"Okay, thanks. Meng Qian said.

When he was about to step out of the door, he found that the old monk and Ye Ling were stunned and did not move. He looked back and saw that Ye Ling was still beside the Buddha statue, frowning as if he was thinking about something.

"Ye Ling, let's go. Meng Qian urged.

"Huh?"

Ye Ling came back to his senses, only to see Meng Qian keep giving him a look.

He was puzzled at first, but after seeing the old monk who was looking at him, he immediately understood Meng Qian's intentions and hurriedly ran over.

When the two entered the guest room, the old monk closed the door of the Buddhist hall and went back to the room to rest.

This room is a common 90th-century bedroom, with a kang that sleeps a few people, a round table and a few stools.

"What were you thinking just now?" After finding a stool to sit down, Meng Qian suddenly asked.

"You also know the situation in the deserted village next door, right? I suspect that this old monk is the murderer of the village. Ye Ling frowned, and he tried his best to keep his voice low.

"Oh, what do you think? Tell me about it. Meng Qian was interested.

Ye Ling repeated his speculation, and after finishing speaking, he asked again: "What do you think? Is this old monk a murderer?"

"Who knows?" Meng Qian shrugged.

He looked at Ye Ling and continued, "Your reasoning is indeed not unreasonable. But you must know that decades have passed, and it is difficult to determine who the murderer is. ”

"So, I advise you, don't think so much, these things have nothing to do with us. ”

"But ......"

"Hey, stop. When Ye Ling was about to say something, Meng Qian suddenly interjected, "How can there be so many? Don't worry, we won't stay long." ”

"What do you mean?" Ye Ling wondered.

"If I'm not mistaken, this old monk just came back to get something, and he should be gone later. ”

Meng Qianzheng was saying, and the door of the bedroom on the other side was suddenly pushed open with a "creak", followed by a steady pace.

"How do you know?" Ye Ling was slightly shocked.

Meng Qian smiled and said, "Don't hide it, I've been here for a few days. I found that the old monk rarely went out, and he went out regularly. ”

Ye Ling was a little puzzled, how could anyone stay in this kind of place for days with nothing to do, there was only one thing he could think of.

"So, you're also thinking about that knife?" he asked.

"I did have such an idea before, but because I couldn't take it away, I dismissed this idea. Meng Qian waved his hand.

Ye Ling was even more puzzled, why did Wang Xinyan and Meng Qian say that they couldn't take it away?

When he picked up the knife, he only felt an inexplicable faint chill, nothing else was abnormal. Is there anything else he hasn't noticed?

Noticing Ye Ling's doubts, Meng Qian asked in surprise, "You don't know about that knife?"

"What's the matter?" Ye Ling asked.

Meng Qian was about to say something, but he heard footsteps outside the door getting closer and closer to them.

"Pretend to sleep. ”

As he spoke, Meng Qian had quickly climbed onto the kang and pretended that he had slept.

Ye Ling was stunned for a moment, and after hearing the footsteps, he also climbed onto the kang and lay down next to Meng Qian and pretended to be asleep.

The old monk gently pushed open the door and looked at the situation in the room through the crack in the door, and saw that Ye Ling and the two were asleep, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He was vigilant and watched outside the door for a few minutes before leaving.

"Are you gone?" Listening to the footsteps getting farther and farther away, Ye Ling sat up from the kang.

"Lie down for a while, this old monk is very vigilant, maybe he will turn back again. Meng Qian lay on the kang and whispered.

"In the middle of the night, where did this old monk go?" Ye Ling asked.

"Go burn paper money. Meng Qian said.

"Has anyone died in the temple?"

Meng Qian shook his head, he looked at Ye Ling and said, "I don't know. All I know is that the money is not only burned for the people in the temple, but also for the people in the village. ”

"How do you know?" asked Ye Ling.

"I had followed him to a cemetery-like place, where each cemetery was very rudimentary, and the tombstones were made of wooden planks. However, the number of headstones is quite large, at least 30. This old monk burned paper money one by one, and not a single tombstone was missing. ”

"Think about it, could there be 30 monks in such a small temple? So, there are not only monks' graves in the cemetery, but also the villagers' graves. ”

After listening to Meng Qian's words, Ye Ling was even more puzzled, and he asked, "Does he go to burn paper money every day?"

Meng Qian shrugged his shoulders and said, "Whether it's going every day, I don't know." But at least he went there for the few days I was there. ”

"That's not right, isn't it only burned when the first seven and the tomb are sweeped?

"Who knows?" Meng Qian waved his hand.

While the two were talking, the old monk returned to the temple. Hearing the sound of footsteps, Ye Ling hurriedly lay down and pretended to sleep.

"You guessed it right. Ye Ling said softly.

Meng Qian smiled and didn't speak.

"Crunch"

The door of the guest room was pushed open again, and the old monk still looked inside through the crack in the door, and he was completely relieved to see that the two were still lying on the kang.

He suddenly looked at the big lock on the door, his eyes thoughtful.

Ye Ling was lying on the kang, and only after hearing the sound of the door closing did he dare to open his eyes. When he was about to sit up from the kang, the old monk suddenly returned to the door of the guest room, and he hurriedly lay down and pretended to sleep.

Strangely, the old monk did not push the door open, but stood at the door and tinkered with something.

After hearing the sound of metal colliding, Ye Ling hurriedly sat up from the kang. If he was not mistaken, the old monk had locked them inside.