The sky is full of stars, and the bright moon hangs high.

In the wilderness on a winter night, a horse keeps its head down and quietly enjoys its dinner. A man was sitting on a small mound not far away, undressing and observing his injuries.

Penetrating wounds!

It's a good thing the bullets didn't stay inside, otherwise it would have been a big problem!

This short-handed encounter, Geng Chaozhong directly felt the combat capability of the Kwantung Army, Geng Chaozhong can say responsibly, very strong!

I have the advantage of weapons and horses, but I just want to get a few more heads, and I almost confessed here!

In the future, this kind of fighting and killing thing can no longer be done!

It's safer to shoot black guns!

Geng Chaozhong snorted in his mouth, and the rising white mist rose along his mouth, close to January, the weather was minus 30 degrees, and he must not stay in the wild for too long, otherwise, he would definitely be frozen into a stick!

Standing up with difficulty, Geng Chaozhong walked to his beloved horse, affectionately stroked the mane of his neck, and the horse tilted its head, as if enjoying the master's caresses. Geng Chaozhong sighed, patted the horse's back, and then turned over and climbed up.

This wild run, I don't know where I ran to, in short, all the way to the north, ran to the wilderness north of Changchun, has I run to the edge of the bubble

I remember when I was studying the map, there seemed to be a temple nearby.

Geng Chaozhong rode a horse, walked leisurely, walked all the way along the frozen river, walked for more than two hours, and finally saw a dilapidated temple in front of him.

That's right, this is it.

Changchun Wanshou Temple.

It was founded in the second year of Jiaqing in the Qing Dynasty (1797 AD). Emperor Qianlong once inscribed a plaque with four big characters of "Hui I have no borders", which was hung on the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Geng Chaozhong looked up at the temple, turned over and dismounted, and led the horse to the temple gate.

The temple door was closed, Geng Chaozhong hesitated for a moment, but still stepped forward and knocked lightly a few times.

The monks in the temple are very sensitive, not long after, there is a little monk wearing clothes to open the door, see a young man leading a horse, wearing a padded jacket standing at the door, the left shoulder is red, it seems to be injured, I don't know what the three watches in the middle of the night, what is the way.

"Master, it's convenient to stay overnight."

The little monk's face suddenly turned red, and he hurriedly folded his hands, bowed his head and said:

"I'm not a master, I'm just a little monk, you wait, I'll call my master over."

The little monk turned around and went in, and Geng Chaozhong held his shoulders and waited patiently.

After a while, an old monk with a wrinkled face walked out wearing a thick quilt. He raised his cloudy eyelids, looked at Geng Chaozhong carefully, and saw that Geng Chaozhong's left shoulder was still oozing blood, and his face couldn't help but show a little unbearable, and he was about to speak, but suddenly his face changed again, and he said impatiently:

"A small temple in the wilderness, no outsiders, thirty miles further north, there is a small village along the bubble, the donor please take care of yourself!"

Before the words fell, the old monk closed the temple door and turned Geng Chaozhong away like this!

Geng Chaozhong was stunned for a moment, and just wanted to continue knocking on the door, but the door suddenly opened again, and this time it turned out to be a middle-aged monk in his thirties, who was not tall, his eyebrows and eyes were lowered, he glanced at Geng Chaozhong, and immediately said with a smile on his face:

"Donor, please come in, the host of this temple has been very hot recently, he is unwell, and his anger is bigger, you come with me."

Geng Chaozhong's eyes flashed, a grateful smile appeared on his face, and he said:

"Thank you master for taking care of me, the contemptible person came to Changchun from Songliao to deliver the letter, the road is inconvenient, I ran into a beard and robbed, missed the accommodation, disturbed the night, and left early tomorrow morning."

"It's okay, it's okay, the donor comes with me."

This middle-aged monk was very enthusiastic, and he didn't get angry when he was disturbed to rest at night, and he looked more like a monk than the old monk just now.

Geng Chaozhong led the horse and followed the middle-aged monk into the temple gate, the old monk of the abbot was still standing aside, and when he saw the middle-aged monk leading people in, he sighed helplessly and walked back to his door slowly.

The middle-aged monk ignored it, waited for Geng Chaozhong to tie the horse, and then led Geng Chaozhong to the wings on both sides of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, apparently to arrange accommodation for him.

"Master Law Number," Geng Chaozhong asked.

"The law number is karma, depending on the donor's injury, I don't know if I need alcohol cloth"

This is called the middle-aged monk of karma and glanced at Geng Chaozhong's wound with concern.

"Oh, there are still these things in the monk's temple," Geng Chaozhong was a little curious.

"Cough, the army is in chaos, the monk has not yet achieved positive results, and injuries are inevitable."

The answer with a smile on his face seems to be very funny and talkative.

"I see, but looking at the master's Taoism, it is one step away from achieving the right result of cultivation." Geng Chaozhong was happy.

"Thank you for your good words."

As he spoke, karma had already led Geng Chaozhong to a side room, pointed to the firewood piled up next to him, and said:

"It's too cold in other places, so the stove room is warmer, if the donor feels cold, he can make his own fire to keep warm, and the little monk goes back to sleep first."

"Okay, master at will."

After Geng Chaozhong thanked him briefly, he settled down,

However, instead of sleeping, he lay on the windowsill in his kimono and quietly looked out.

The wound had long been healed and no longer bleeding, the black light was blinding, the road was difficult to identify, and even if the Japanese followed the bloodstains all the way, it would be difficult for the Japanese to find themselves tonight. What worried him was not these, but the strange behavior of the old monk and the middle-aged monk just now.

The old monk is the host but can't be the master, this Wanshou Temple is obviously the middle-aged monk in charge.

However, when the old monk saw him for the first time, he was obviously sympathetic, but why didn't he let him stay overnight, but it was the middle-aged monk who opened the door

After waiting quietly for a while, the huge hall of the Great Majesty was still unusually quiet, except for a lonely cold moon hanging high on the top of the tree and a few horses that occasionally made a few noises, there was almost no movement.

Geng Chaozhong yawned, but still didn't dare to sleep, today's temple, he always felt that something was wrong, when he went out, he was careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, and it didn't matter if he waited a little longer.

Finally, after another half an hour, a door next to the Daxiong Treasure Hall suddenly cracked a small crack, and a slippery head poked out of the door, it was the little monk who opened the door for Geng Chaozhong just now, the little monk stood on tiptoe, tiptoed all the way to Geng Chaozhong's window, knocked lightly on the window lattice a few times, and shouted softly:

"Donor, donor"

Geng Chaozhong remained silent, pretending to be sleepy, and muttered, "What's the matter?"

The little monk put his mouth to the window and whispered:

"Donor, you'd better hurry up, you won't be able to leave if it's late."

Geng Chaozhong is a spirit, there are really ghosts in this temple!

"Okay, I see, thank you little mage for the reminder." Geng Chaozhong replied softly.

When the little monk heard Geng Chaozhong's promise, he stopped talking and walked back quietly.

Geng Chaozhong sat up.

Obviously, there must be something wrong with that middle-aged monk!

It's not that I haven't investigated the surroundings of Changchun, although this Wanshou Temple is dilapidated, but it is not particularly far from the city of Changchun, and there is still some incense at ordinary times, and it is by no means the kind of black temple that blocks the road and robs.

Besides, not far to the north, there is a famous big town in the northern suburbs of Changchun, along the bubble, the defenders of Changchun will never tolerate the existence of a black shop or black temple here!

So, what is the ghost in this temple that provokes the old abbot to be so helpless, and he doesn't dare to remind himself in person, but instead sends a little monk over

What is the identity of that middle-aged monk?

Thinking of this, Geng Chaozhong couldn't sit still any longer, he leaned on the window, carefully observing the middle-aged monk's residence just now.

The same papier-mâché panes, the same low eaves, are no different from the rest of the rooms. It's just that his residence is in the east row of wings, and the middle-aged monk's residence is in the west row, with a large hall in between.

Geng Chaozhong thought for a moment again, and decided to go out to see for himself, he got up, pushed open the door, pretended to be relieved, and walked slowly to the corner of the wall—this was a middle-aged monk's room out of sight.

Immediately afterwards, Geng Chaozhong jumped up, supported it with one hand, and quickly stood on the wall, and then ran all the way along the wall, and jumped again violently, jumping onto the Daxiong Treasure Hall!

The cold moon hung high, and the cold wind on the roof was biting, but once Geng Chaozhong moved, he didn't feel any cold, he walked all the way west along the roof of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and it didn't take long for him to come to the west wing where the middle-aged monk was!

Standing on the roof, Geng Chaozhong could see it clearly, on the back of the middle-aged monk's wing, there was a towering bamboo pole, but this bamboo pole, inside the temple, could not be seen in any way!

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