Chu Huaichuan had a dream, he dreamed that the old monk who swept the floor was alive again, he was standing in front of the handsome case and staring at himself, his compassionate face was smiling, making people look at it, I don't know why, not only did he not feel peaceful, on the contrary, he felt a little weird.

With a shudder, Chu Huaichuan woke up. Only then did I remember that the old monk was placed at the back of the main hall, and he was busy for most of the day, but he forgot about him.

Thinking that now that the demon has also been beheaded by himself, and the military affairs are almost arranged, it is time to arrange the aftermath of the old monk. Although Chu Huaichuan is a soldier, he still feels a little guilty about the old monk.

Got up and bypassed the shrine, Chu Huaichuan lit three pillars of incense, and respectfully inserted it on the incense burner in front of the old monk, although the head was sewn on the back, but the old monk's expression was very peaceful, as if he was just taking a nap here.

Chu Huaichuan inserted the incense and looked up at the old monk's face, he had an illusion, the old monk seemed to laugh and shook his head, what happened to him today? It seems that he is indeed a little tired. After taking two steps back and standing up, Chu Huaichuan bowed and saluted, although he had been a sword soldier for a long time, Chu Huaichuan was not a person who was easy to kill, he still wanted to express his apologies in this way, although it was impossible for the old monk to feel this apology.

He bowed deeply three times, and as soon as he straightened up, he heard the sound of something rolling on the ground, and when he looked down, Chu Huaichuan subconsciously took a step back, it was the head of the old monk, who was stopping at his feet, looking at himself, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Isn't it already sewn up? How do these guys do things? After scolding a few times in his heart, Chu Huaichuan carefully picked up the old monk's head and put it back.

Carefully straightened, and was about to open his mouth to call someone to re-sew it, when he suddenly felt a black line flash in the corner of his eye, as if he had rushed into his mouth. After smacking a few times heavily, and then raising his eyes, the old monk was still sitting there with a compassionate face, and the stitches on his neck were still intact, could it be his own illusion again? Chu Huaichuan muttered while walking back to the handsome case and closed his eyes to rest.

There was not much time, Wang Zhisheng came back with a plate of pastries and a pot of hot soup, and ate with Chu Huaichuan. After eating, the guards also arrived with the abbot, although the monk did not say, but Chu Huaichuan could still feel the coldness of the monk's attitude, knowing that it was for the sake of the old monk, he hurriedly ordered the guards to bring the body of the old monk, just to Tallinn to hand over the monk on duty there for burial.

When the abbot saw the old monk, he folded his hands and kept chanting the Buddha's name, but he was much more polite when he talked to Chu Huaichuan on the way.

Tallinn is the abode of the body after the death of the monks, the twin pagoda temples have been built for many years, there is no lack of high monks in the Tallinn in the back garden to rest in peace, although there is the abbot to lead, it still took a lot of tongues, the monks who guard the garden are reluctant to let go.

The moon is very round and bright tonight, but it is very dim in Tallinn, as if even the moon does not want to disturb the rest of the monks.

Chu Huaichuan felt a pain in his head jumping from one foot to the garden, and couldn't help but reach out to rub it.

"Are you unwell?" Wang Zhisheng followed Chu Huaichuan closely, always paying attention to Chu Huaichuan's reaction, and when he saw that his expression was different, he hurriedly asked with concern.

"My lord, this way—" As soon as he entered the garden, he was faced with an octagonal stone tower, standing in the middle of the road impartially, and the abbot was worried that Chu Huaichuan would not be able to see it in the dark, so he didn't crash into it again, and hurriedly reminded him on the side.

Being interrupted by this, Chu Huaichuan felt that his head didn't seem to hurt so much, waved his hand lightly at Wang Zhisheng, and turned a small road to the left behind the abbot.

Wang Zhisheng saw that Chu Huaichuan's walking pace was quite steady, and he relaxed slightly, and followed with two guards with knives.

Bypassing the octagonal stone tower, the forest became even darker, Chu Huaichuan couldn't help but stop, closed his eyes and slowed down, and when he opened his eyes again, the surrounding scenery was much clearer, but what about the abbot?

Looking around, it was still in Tallinn, but the towers in all directions looked exactly the same, not only the abbot was gone, but even Wang Zhisheng and the two guards behind him could not see the figures, it seemed that he was the only one left in the vast world.

Whew, put the Mo knife in front of him, Chu Huaichuan was unwell, and the heavy armor was left in the hall, but the Mo knife did not leave the left and right, this was the only weapon on Chu Huaichuan's body.

Walking cautiously in the Tallinn, I don't know when it suddenly became bright, a full moon appeared in the sky, and a beam of white miserable moonlight shone on the stone tower, reflecting one figure after another.

There are beautiful women who fly to the sky with Ayara, Buddhist Bodhisattvas with halos blooming on the back of their heads, hellish demons with hideous faces, and Vajra demons with horizontal eyebrows. Bora

Chu Huaichuan was on the side, looking up at the moonlight, some of these figures were clearly recognizable, and some of them had become blurred over time. But Chu Huaichuan had an illusion, as if they were all staring at him, and his gaze was almost exactly the same as that of the old monk in the hall, as if he was looking at a prey that was about to arrive.

At this time, Chu Huaichuan didn't know where something had changed, although he didn't know who the enemy was, but Bacheng couldn't get out of it with the demon, silently mobilized his aura, and experienced a battle, although the loss was quite large, fortunately, the operation was quite smooth, which made Chu Huaichuan's heart somewhat stable.

"Is it to pretend to be a ghost to bring Chu here?" Chu Huaichuan's voice was low, he knew that the enemy must be here for his identity, and at the moment, he couldn't distinguish things, even if he wanted to escape, he had nowhere to go, so it was better to calm down and see what the enemy wanted to do.

It was quiet, there was no sound, only a low whimper from the wind passing through Tallinn.

The white miserable moonlight flickered, shining on a stone tower, and an old monk appeared in the moonlight, with white hair and gray clothes, full of compassion, and was clasping his hands together, looking at Chu Huaichuan with a smile.

"The donor has killed too much over the years, and the demonic nature is deep, but he doesn't know it, the old man wants to ask the donor to spend some time here, washing his heart with Buddhism, I don't know what to do with the donor's idea?" When the old monk said these words, the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, as if he knew that Chu Huaichuan would definitely agree.

"How many days will you stay?" Chu Huaichuan looked around, such a gloomy Tallinn suddenly became quiet and peaceful in Chu Huaichuan's eyes at this time, and it seemed that it was not bad to live here for a while.

"Stay, stay. Several flying beauties surrounded Chu Huaichuan, the thin veil on his body loomed, and wisps of warm breath went straight into his nostrils.

If it is placed in normal times, where would a woman dare to indulge like this in front of Chu Huaichuan? I am afraid that if I can't twist it twice, I will be dragged out and slaughtered, but now Chu Huaichuan doesn't feel disgusted, on the contrary, these soft words fell on Chu Huaichuan's ears and couldn't be said so well, his heart was almost drunk.

A wisp of black thread slowly wandered in Chu Huaichuan's mind, and little by little it leaned towards a ball of light in the middle. Seeing that the light was getting darker and darker, the black line could no longer bear it, and shot it like an arrow with a whoosh.

At the moment when the black line drilled into the light, a flash of blood suddenly flashed in the light, and a fierce aura swept through his mind like a storm.

Black Line didn't expect such a situation to happen at all, at this moment, he seemed to be suddenly on the battlefield, his eyes were full of flesh and blood, the shouts of killing were deafening, countless stumps and broken arms rained everywhere, and the tragic killing intent almost tore his head apart.

Bang—, the old monk in the moonlight suddenly exploded.

groan—, Mo Dao let out a clear long groan.

Chu Huaichuan suddenly opened his eyes, a middle-aged monk in a big red robe in front of him was the abbot of this temple, and Wang Zhisheng followed closely behind him, everything was normal.

"Where is the empty master's Dharma body?" Chu Huaichuan didn't believe that the repeated illusions tonight were just due to his own fatigue, he wanted to see if the old monk was weird.

"Did the general forget? When I entered the garden just now, Uncle Shi's Dharma Body had been invited by Senior Brother Zhicheng to sit on the altar, and the General suddenly remembered Uncle Shi, but what was the matter?" The middle-aged abbot heard Chu Huaichuan's question, and looked over with some doubts.

Looking back at Wang Zhisheng, seeing that he also nodded, Chu Huaichuan was a little suspicious, why didn't he remember this incident? Could it be that what he had just experienced was just a vain dream?

"Master," knowing that he was responsible for so many strange things that had happened tonight, Chu Huaichuan decided that he must find out, if it was really his own body that had a problem, he would hand over these brothers to Wang Zhisheng, so as not to have a trance again at a critical time, it was two hundred living lives, how could it be child's play? Thinking like this, Chu Huaichuan called the abbot, "Today is empty of the master's death, Chu is very heartbroken, thinking that it will be difficult to listen to the Dharma in front of the master in the future, his heart is full of sighs. Can you discuss with the master, Rong Chu and a few brothers can see the master's Dharma body again, so as to express a little sorrow. ”

The middle-aged monk didn't seem to expect Chu Huaichuan to make such a request, and stood there stunned for a long time.

"Hey, I said big monk, didn't you hear my family speak? Okay or no, you give a happy word, what are you doing there?" Wang Zhisheng saw that the middle-aged abbot was still standing, where was there still patience, and couldn't help but shout in the back.

"Oh-", the middle-aged abbot glanced at Wang Zhisheng, and then he woke up like a dream, and when he saw the Mo knife in the hands of several people, his face changed, and he nodded hurriedly, turned around, and walked towards another path.