Chapter 632: Broken Sword with Dry Bones (I)

In the afternoon, Chen Fang walked to Master Huijing's meditation room, and through the open paper window, Chen Fang saw that Master Huijing was sitting in meditation at this time, so he stayed outside the door and did not disturb.

As soon as he stood for a moment, he heard Master Huijing get up.

"Now that the colt is here, let it in!"

Chen Fang's identity, Master Huijing naturally knew that Wu Meiniang's identity was not hidden from the abbot of Yunmeng Temple.

"It's too clear to disturb the teacher!"

"Did you come to me for last night?"

"Mrs. Shi guessed?"

"It's not hard to guess, come with me!"

Chen Fang followed Mrs. Huijing, but he didn't expect to find Mrs. Huijing so smoothly today. I knew that it was so smooth, so I came directly to Master Huijing, where did I make so many detours.

Sure enough, it's still fast.

At this time, out of the meditation room, Chen Fang followed Master Huijing and saw her walking towards the front hall of the temple.

It was originally a place where pilgrims burned incense and worshiped the Buddha, but Yunmeng Temple had no pilgrims at this time, and it gradually lost its popularity. It used to be an overcrowded place, but now the Yemeni court is cold.

Hui Jing walked directly to the front hall, and came to the front hall in front of the Buddha statue enshrined in the front hall, a Buddha ceremony, Chen Fang naturally followed.

Then Chen Fang saw Master Hui Jing bypass the Buddha statue and go behind the Buddha statue.

When Master Huijing came out, there was already one more thing in his hand, which was a rosewood box, rectangular, more than a foot long.

Master Hui Jing took the long box and placed it on the offering table in the front hall.

The hand stroked the red sandalwood box, and then said the Buddha horn.

Chen Fang saw that Master Huijing's palm was pressed in the middle of the long box, and there was a faint light under the palm, and Chen Fang saw that there seemed to be something unraveling on the long box.

Could this be the Buddha seal, Chen Fang just guessed, looking at Huijing at this time, it was really hidden.

What do others think of on weekdays, just an ordinary female abbot of Yunmeng Temple, but in fact, Buddhism is profound, and it has reached the point where people feel incredible.

The Buddha seal was removed, and Chen Fang saw Hui Jing caressing the long box again, this time the speed of stroking was extremely slow, and the mouth was screaming, as if spitting out the truth.

What is in this box, Master Hui Jing is so cautious, is it really something ominous.

If not, why press under the Buddha statue and let the Buddha statue be calm, open it at this time, it is also to remove the layers of seals. Chen Fang was curious, and quietly watched Master Huijing's movements.

After a while, Hui Jing closed her hand, and with a soft sound in her mouth, the red sandalwood long box opened by itself.

At the moment when the red sandalwood long box opened, Chen Fang seemed to feel endless blood light bursting out from this not particularly conspicuous box.

Hui Jing waved her sleeves and brushed them gently in the air, as if she was brushing away something.

It was just an instant, and all the goosebumps on Chen Fang's body were aroused.

The blood light was excited, just now it was just an instant, if it wasn't for Master Hui Jing brushing it away, Chen Fang felt that he would be forced by that blood light.

At this time, looking at the open wooden box, there was only one broken sword in the wooden box, which was the sword body that had lost its hilt. The body of this sword is simple, the material is not clear, and the style is ordinary.

"Master, when the box was opened just now, why is there such a heavy bloody aura?"

Hui Jing had already closed the red sandalwood box again at this time, and it was another tedious step just now, and then returned the box to the Buddha statue.

At this time, Mrs. Huijing did not answer Chen Fang's words, but took him out of the front hall.

Passing through Yunmeng Temple, the two went to the back mountain, the mountain stone where Xiaobai slept last night in the back mountain, Huijing asked Chen Fang to take a closer look.

Chen Fang walked around the mountain rock, but he didn't see any difference, but Chen Fang also noticed that this mountain stone seemed to have some different traces, but it was very old, and he couldn't tell what it was.

"Mrs. Shi, the younger generation is clumsy, I really can't see much."

"How much does the colt see?"

"This mountain stone should have been stained with something, but the traces are very faint."

Hui Jing didn't speak, and walked towards the cliff at this time, Chen Fang also followed, standing on the edge of the cliff, looking far away at this time, you could see the rolling Yangtze River.

"Donny horse, how many battles have you said there have been in the Yangtze River, and how many young soldiers have been swept away by the rolling waves?"

"Countless!"

Chen Fang thought about it for a while, and could only say this.

In the history before the Tang Dynasty in China, there were many battles on this river, whether it was the battle of Qin and Chu, the battle of Wei, Shu and Wu of the Three Kingdoms, or the continuous wars between the Northern and Southern Dynasties later, until Emperor Wen of Sui set foot on the south of the Yangtze River and destroyed Nanchen.

In such a long history, how many wars have occurred in the Yangtze River and how many people have died, I am afraid that no one dares to count them, and no one knows the number of people.

Hui Jing listened to Chen Fang's words, nodded, and at this time left the edge of the cliff and came to the side of the mountain rock.

"When the first abbot of Yunmeng Temple first came to this Yunmeng Mountain, there was a dry bone sitting on this mountain stone, and the armor of the whole body had decayed, and the broken sword was inserted in the chest of the dry bone."

"At that time, my ancestor was aware of the bloody aura of the broken sword, and the dry bones sat on this mountain stone for I don't know how long, plus the special location of this Yunmeng Mountain, the qi of the mountains and plants and trees gathered here, attracting many spirits, many of which are the spirits of the soldiers swept away by the waves in the Yangtze River."

"My ancestor took this broken sword and buried this dry bone, but there are too many spirits gathered here, and they can't be dispersed, so my ancestor decided to build a temple here in Yunmeng Mountain to deter the spirits here with Buddha incense. Let them not go down the mountain to harm people, this is the origin of Yunmeng Temple. ”

"Shitai's ancestor is really compassionate! But the spirit here hasn't been suppressed after all these years? ”

"There are too many corpses and spirits in the Yangtze River, and Yunmeng Temple is only hard to suppress, if you want to completely suppress it, where is it so simple."

"Master, that thing startled Xiaobai last night, is it that the spirit here has the tendency to faintly break through and suppress."

"Amitabha, donkey, I didn't expect you to notice it."

"I'm just guessing!"

"Yunmeng Temple is indeed becoming more and more unable to suppress the spirits gathered in this mountain forest, and I don't know who died here or who killed it back then, and this place has become a place where yin spirits gather."

"Is there any way for Master Tai to completely suppress these Yin Spirits?"

Hui Jing shook her head.

"Then if Yunmeng Temple can't suppress these Yin Spirits in the end, and the Yin Spirits go down the mountain, what will happen?"

"I don't know!"

Hui Jing smiled bitterly and shook her head, but Chen Fang frowned deeply.

At this time, I looked at this mountain rock, but I didn't expect this to be the case here.

"Mrs. Shi, the juniors want to come here at night and have a look!"

"It's better not to come to the horses, it's nothing here during the day, but it's different at night."

"I saw that the master was able to deter these yin spirits for the time being, and with the master here, it should be fine."

"Well, the poor nun will accompany the horse at night, and make sure that the horse leaves from here safely."