"If the donor doesn't dislike it, how about reading the scriptures with me?"

You must know that many of the scriptures in some temples are not open to the public, especially the Shaolin 72 stunts that were prevalent in the past, not to mention learning this kind of kung fu. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info ordinary people just want to see it, it's impossible.

Unexpectedly, this precept Zen master actually took the ghost king directly to read the scriptures. The ghost king smiled and said, "I don't know what the master has for taking me to an outsider to read the scriptures?" My study of Buddhist scriptures is relatively superficial, and I am afraid I can't say anything.

The precept Zen master smiled and said, "It's okay, I see the Buddha fate in the donor's body, I believe you can help me, and I can also help you."

After speaking, the precept Zen master walked in front and led us towards the temple area built in the belly of the mountain.

I glanced at the policewoman. They each saw the solemnity in each other's eyes, and nodded at the same time, indicating that they would be vigilant at all times, and they would take action immediately if something was wrong.

When we arrived at the Pavilion, we had to light candles in the houses built on the side of the mountain, for there was hardly a glimmer of light here, and the few rays of light that shone through the cracks in the trees overhead would not work at all.

Walking in this scripture pavilion, I only feel that the house is very cold, and I feel like I have entered an ancient tomb. The precept Zen master walked in front and said with a smile: The scriptures collected here have been sorted out by many predecessors. It can be said that it is the essence of Yunzhong Temple, and today I hope that the donor can participate in Zen and enlightenment with me.

Inviting others to study the sutras together is indeed respectful and a good thing. But I'm worried about the Ghost King now, after I ate that bowl of noodles. drank his own blood, but the ghost king didn't drink it, but after thinking about it, who is the ghost king? It's much better than me, so I don't have to worry about it, he can solve it himself.

While the three of us were reading the scriptures, the candles in the house suddenly swayed left and right, as if blown by the breeze, and the shadows of the four of us on the wall began to sway left and right, constantly shaking. It's like a demon dancing wildly.

And at this moment, I suddenly saw a black figure, faster than the tanuki, rushed straight to the scripture pavilion, reached out and took a very thin scripture book on the shelf, and disappeared again in the blink of an eye, as if this person would teleport, the speed was simply fast and speechless.

The master of the precepts was taken aback and shouted: "A bold thief, he dares to steal scriptures in broad daylight!"

The Master of Discipline chased him out, leaving the Ghost King and the three of us here, and just as he was at a loss, the candlelight in the room began to flicker again, and a slight creaking sound came from somewhere.

The ghost king shouted: Not good! Let's get out!

The voice has not yet fallen. I heard the door slam and slam it shut, and then the wind blew through the room, and the candles went out in an instant, and the room fell into darkness.

It seems that we are still too simple, and we have been put on a stand by the kind-faced precept Zen master! In the dark, I quickly opened the night eye that Feng Po washed for me, but after opening the night eye, I was horrified to find that I still couldn't see the things in the scripture pavilion clearly.

The ghost king was also shocked and said: There is a lot of weirdness in this room, I can't see anything!

I said, "Grab each other's hands!" Do not let go.

I grabbed the policewoman with my left hand and the ghost king with my right hand, and said to them: You also grab each other, and the three of us are back to back!

As I grabbed the hands of both of them, and my heart was beating faster, I suddenly felt that something was wrong, I remember that the policewoman didn't like to wear any ornaments, and never wore necklaces, bracelets, rings, she didn't like them.

But the hand I caught, although the skin is fine and tender, but it feels cool and silky, and the most important thing is that this hand seems to be carrying a metal bracelet, which should also be inlaid with that kind of red and green gems or agate, a bit like the style of jewelry unique to ethnic minorities.

"Hong'er, when did you bring a bracelet?" I whispered a question in the dark.

The policewoman stood next to me and said, "Some time ago, when I went to visit the jade store, I saw a bracelet, which was very beautiful, so I bought it."

I sighed, and didn't say anything more, and the voice of the ghost king came from beside me, and he said, "Abu, don't hold me so tightly, do you need to be so nervous?"

I was embarrassed and didn't know why, after all, it was two big men, and it was really bad to hold it too tightly, so I let go of my hand a little.

And just as I let go of my hand, a flash of lightning suddenly crossed my brain, something was wrong!

What did the policewoman say just now? Visiting a jade shop some time ago?

Jade Shop!

So why bring a metal bracelet? Upper female east row.

Thinking of this, I shouted loudly: Hong'er, what material is the bracelet you bought in the jade store?

The policewoman replied: Of course it's jade, Hetian jade.

"Abu, I'll let you let go of your hand a little, why are you holding on tighter and tighter." The voice of the Ghost King also came from beside me.

My eyes widened in the darkness, and I yelled at this moment: Hurry up and let go of your hand! Let go, we don't know whose hand we're grabbing!

With such a shout, everyone instantly let go of all their hands, and I said how do I feel that the hands on both sides are so cold, and I dare to love that at the moment when the candle went out, a few more people came in this room.

Maybe those people came in beforehand, or maybe they weren't people at all, but corpses hidden in the room. I was in a hurry just now, but at this moment, I quickly took out the small flashlight in my arms, turned on the flashlight, and shone it around, I couldn't help but tremble, and the cold sweat all over my body came down.

The ghost king stood in the southeast corner of me, Lin Hong'er stood in the southeast corner of me, the three of us were at least five meters apart, let alone holding hands, even if we were lying on the ground, we couldn't touch each other's bodies, and in the process of turning on the flashlight, we didn't run around.

If that's the case, how could the three of us all hold each other's hands?

Three people, in a triangle, each of them held the other hand in the dark, that is to say, there were at least three more people in this scripture pavilion just now!

If we think about it more carefully, according to the spatial distance, maybe there are as many as six extra people in the room just now, but if there are six people moving around the room, how can we not find it?

I won't talk about it, what about the ghost king? He's a master of the middle, six people moving around us, he can't notice?

An even bolder thought came to me, and I thought to myself: Wasn't there just a few strangers, but just six more hands?

My breathing was a little short, and at this moment I held a small flashlight and said to the ghost king: Let's get out quickly, this room is not clean!

As I spoke, the ghost king, the policewoman, and I rushed towards the door, and when we reached the door, the door was suddenly pulled open from the outside, and it was the precept master who caught my eye.

I stretched out one hand behind my back, and was about to pull out the dagger and stab it, but before the action was completed, the precept Zen master smiled at me and said, "Donor, what's the matter?"

Seriously, I was almost about to pull out the dagger at this moment, but I didn't expect this guy to still have an unchanging look on his face.

After hiding the dagger, the three of us rushed out from the side of the precept master, and I smiled and said, "Master, the candles are out in the room."

The Zen master smiled and said, "Is the candle really going out?"

As we spoke, the three of us looked towards the candle, which was indeed extinguished, and the room was dark. The precept master continued: "When the candle in your heart is extinguished, the candle will naturally be extinguished." If the candle in your heart is always lit, then the candle will always be lit.

This kind of thing similar to Zen machine, in the words that are more popular now, can probably be understood as chicken soup for the soul, but I don't like it, some chicken soup seems to be very right, but it is poisonous behind it.

I said, "Master, then you can let this candle light up."

The precept Zen master entered the house, and the ghost king, who was standing at the door, suddenly handed me a knife from his sleeve, a very small, very simple knife, and then made a motion to wipe his neck at the Zen master, and the ghost king also showed the knife in his palm.

It seems that the ghost king has made up his mind, this Zen master is by no means a good type, just get rid of it directly, immediately, the ghost king and I walked slowly towards the back of the Zen master......