Anan had woken up, but his face was pale, his eyes were blankly open, staring straight at the roof, and he had grown up a little more after a night, and he looked like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although his body is longer, his limbs are thin and scary, like dry wood. Seeing her come in, Anan barely smiled, Ahri secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and he could still laugh out to show that he really didn't hear those miserable voices.

"Wake up, do you want to get something to eat?"

Anan shook his head, and after a little tea, he still turned his head to stare at the roof.

Ahri didn't know how to comfort him, after all, people were facing a major event of extermination, and there was no way to comfort him. Looking at his half-dead appearance, if he accidentally told the news that all his people were dead, I was afraid that he would choke his breath on the spot. Moreover, now that they are trapped in this Rokko Town, everyone is on the verge of life and death, and she is in no mood to comfort others.

According to Lu Gongzi, this temple is very special for the layout of the entire Liujia Town, and the master behind the scenes must have some truth in setting it up like this, and I believe there must be some clues here. As long as we can find out the Lord's messenger and deduce his purpose, we can find a way to deal with it.

In the apse, only the presiding room can hide things, especially this scripture room, under the dim light last night, she saw that there seemed to be a lot of things in the room, and now she has to investigate it carefully.

I really don't know if I don't see it, I was really shocked when I saw it, the area of this scripture room is not small, but there are too many things to put it, giving people a feeling of narrowness. Although it is called a sutra room, there are not many sutras in the room, only a small bookshelf stands by the wall, and there are several Buddhist scriptures arranged on it, all of which have been in tatters for a long time.

There's a big shelf by the door, and it's full of all sorts of things...... There are so many kinds of things that can only be described in one miscellaneous word. For example, there is a large basket on the top layer, in which all kinds of money are placed, there are strings of green coins, large and small silver nuggets, as well as ingots and a few small gold bars, I can't see that this old monk is quite rich.

There are some books on the lower floor, but they are not scriptures, but all kinds of miscellaneous books, some new and some old, and the content of the books is even more varied...... I didn't expect the old host to be so extensive.

The things placed on the lower layer are even more miscellaneous, which are all kinds of old clothes and ornaments, jade pendants with missing horns, broken saddles, and so on. Presumably, those who left Rokko Town in advance were thrown in the temple and picked up by the old host.

Ahri had no interest in the old host's private collection, so he turned to look at other things, and found that there were also a lot of miscellaneous items in the corners of the room, all of which were useless things. After looking around, I didn't see the large cabinet on the back wall facing the door.

She kept this cabinet until the end, because it was really suspicious. The cabinet was long but not very tall, half recessed into the wall. The cabinet is a blue-black, the surface is shiny, it is cold to the touch, it is made of stone, and the places on it that look like doors are actually just patterns, the whole surface of the cabinet is a smooth stone slab, Ahri looked carefully and found that its opening was on it.

She kept groping by the wall, and Anan, who was lying next to her, was also attracted, and he slept on a low couch next to the wall, and when he saw that Ahri had nowhere to start, he suggested that it was probably broken from above.

Ahri slammed her hand and clicked, and she slammed open the entire cabinet door, revealing the contents of the cabinet at a glance - five dried corpses lined up neatly......

The two people who stretched their necks and waited to see were frightened a lot, and they couldn't help but exclaim, and the three people outside rushed over when they heard it.

Seeing this, the old host hurriedly said, "Amitabha, don't be afraid, this is the bones of the first five hosts in the temple." ”

"I'm sorry, it's rude," Ahri has relieved himself, and he really despises himself, isn't it just a few dead people, what is there to be afraid of. In order to verify that he was not afraid, he took a few serious looks, and found that although these dried corpses were all a few years old, the degree of decay of each other was still different, and the two oldest bodies were no longer very human.

There is only a corpse and an incense burner in the cabinet, and it doesn't look abnormal, although this method of preserving the body is a little disgusting, but I heard that there is indeed such a thing as a golden body in the Buddha world.

Seeing the bodies of these monks, he was still very respectful, and he proclaimed the Buddha's name and helped the old host to worship with incense. Lu Gongzi didn't care about the corpse, but he was quite interested in the old host's private collection, so he took down the books on the shelf and looked through them.

After the old host finished the incense and carefully wiped the cabinet, he had to chant the sutra again to finish. Seeing that Lu Gongzi was looking through those miscellaneous books, he smiled and said, "These books are bought by poor monks from those donors on weekdays. ”

"Where, the host lives here alone, it must be very hard, so what's the harm in reading some books. Did you buy all these books here?"

The old host said with a smile, "I said I bought it, but the donors rarely asked for money from poor monks, they just gave me books, and some books were also left here by passing donors, so I also put them away." The things here are all left in the temple by the donor, so I collected them and waited for people to come back to find them, but they were all small things, and few people would come to find them. ”

Suddenly, the dark, who was flipping through the books, fell to his knees with a pop, trembling with a shabby book.

Ahri leaned over to see that he was holding a copy of the Book of Merit of the Wish, which was already very worn, and the name of the copyist was faintly written on the crumbling cover, Yuan Zhen.

"Is it your master?" Ahri suddenly realized, it seems that Master Yuanzhen had indeed been here before, and he also left a scripture copied by his own hand.

Master Yuan Zhen has been dead for many years, and at first glance, it is no wonder that the monk Wuguang can't hold it anymore and cries bitterly.

The old host was also embarrassed and recalled, "In this way, the person who left this book back then was your master." ”

Wuguang hurriedly asked, "Have you seen my master?"

The old host nodded, "I have indeed seen it, and I remember it very clearly, he came here sixty years ago and lived here for three days." In the early morning of the third day, the old host passed away, and he was gone, leaving only this scripture. ”

"Sixty years ago......" Wuguang gently touched the scriptures, and the tears that fell showed his nostalgia for his ancestors.

"You mean, he stayed here for three days?" Ahri exclaimed, "Why? Isn't there no overnight stay here?"

The old host shook his head slowly, "The poor monk doesn't know, maybe the reason why the old host kept him back then, just like the reason why he left a few of you today...... It was in front of that Master Yuanzhen that the old host explained that in sixty years, there will be three people of destiny here, so I must leave you behind. ”