The pitch-black vortex appeared in the pupils of his eyes, Fang Fan's eyes suddenly darkened, and when they lit up again, they had already appeared in a fiery red hall, and he was standing in a closed circling corridor, if he was blindfolded, even if he walked to his feet, no one would be able to get out of this cycle,

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

As soon as Fang Fan got out of the illusion, a little novice wearing a red monk's robe shouted the Buddha's name, and the other party who clasped his hands together gave a salute and said, "The donor is coming, the little monk is not welcome, please come with me." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

With that, the little novice turned and went.

Fang Fan frowned, he didn't know whether to move or not for a while, the circling walkway was built next to the wall, the wall should have been opened out of two doors, but this hall with closed vermilion walls on all sides did not even have the main entrance, what was even more strange was that there was no Buddha statue in the hall, a temple should not lack the Buddha statue sitting in the main hall anyway, let alone a strange circling walkway.

Seeing that Fang Fan had never moved, Xu Shi turned around again and saluted again, "Donor, please come with me."

Fang Fan raised his eyebrows and stepped out of the spiral walkway, the vermilion floor tiles, the vermilion walls, as if they were stained with blood, this place was not like a temple at all, but like a hell with a fierce fire in the heart.

Xiao Shami has been chanting Buddhist scriptures and moving forward, he no longer turned around, as if he knew that Fang Fan was following him, gradually moving away, the main hall was clearly not big, but the two of them walked for a long time, just when Fang Fan wanted to take two steps forward to catch up with Xiao Shami to ask for an understanding, the two suddenly walked to the wall, and a door appeared in front of Xiao Shami without warning.

Xiao Shami turned his head and smiled: "The donor's body is tired?"

Fang Fan was shocked when he heard this, he suddenly felt weakness in his limbs, and unconsciously, his hands and feet became weak.

Xiao Shami recited the Buddha's name, and the other party gave another salute, and said lightly: "The donor will eat with the abbot first, and then rest."

After that, Xiao Shami's hand waved in front of Fang Fan's eyes, and Fang Fan's eyes were suddenly covered by clouds and mist, and when the clouds dissipated, he actually appeared in a dining hall where tables and chairs were neatly arranged.

The monks silently held the empty bowl to eat, this hall is also very strange, it is also a red brick wall, it is also closed on all sides, of course, there is also no worship of Maitreya Bodhisattva here, in the center of the hall, the abbot wearing a red robe is showing compassion to the other party beckoning: "Come...... Come...... Come ......"

Fang Fan's eyes narrowed, and a wisp of flame was separated from the osteopathy, starting from the dantian, running around the large and small meridians around his body, and his body could exert his strength.

Stepping to the abbot's table, the face that had been unreal clearly appeared in Fang Fan's pupils, the pupils shrank suddenly, and Fang Fan lost his voice and said, "It's you?"

The abbot turned out to be the little novice who led the way before!

"Mida Buddha......" the abbot laughed and said, "How do you know that he is me and I am him."

Fang Fan sat down, his eyes fixed on the abbot's face, and he didn't say a word.

The abbot smiled and said, "It's time for the donor to eat, the old man's face can't fill his stomach."

Fang Fan lowered his head, and there was a pair of dishes and chopsticks in front of him at some point, but the bowl was empty.

Fang Fan raised his head again, stared into the abbot's compassionate eyes, and said, "Where is the meal?"

The abbot pointed his finger and pointed to the bottom of the bowl and said, "No, it's in the bowl."

Fang Fan lowered his head, only to find that a braised elbow appeared in the bowl at some point, and in the empty bowl on the abbot's left hand, a braised fish appeared, and a pot of wine appeared on the right hand.

The abbot recited the mantra of offerings, and then, with fish in his left hand and wine in his right, he stuffed the sea of nonsense in spite of the precepts.

Strange temple, strange monk, Fang Fan glared at the abbot and said, "Where is this?" Who are you? ”

The abbot didn't say a word, but while stuffing meat and wine into his mouth, a line of tears hung on his face.

Fang Fan's grip on the hilt of the sword unconsciously loosened, he looked around, only to find that each monk's hands were full of meaty chicken, duck and fish, and they were the same as the abbot, chewing the meat in their hands with tears in their eyes.

After a long time, the abbot put down the empty wine jug, chewed the fish bones in his mouth, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, but it turned into an indifferent color for a moment, and the abbot said lightly: "Where is this, what is the identity of the old man, the donor can't help but see it clearly and clearly, why do you ask this?"

Fang Fan stared at the abbot's face and said, "I just can't understand it, so I want to ask you."

The abbot replied, "Why doesn't the donor have to eat?"

Fang Fan said: "I have no appetite."

"Mida Buddha......" The abbot laughed roughly, and said, "Why did the donor make such nonsense?"

Fang Fan's eyes narrowed into a slit and said, "What do you mean?"

The abbot still laughed and said, "The donor's stomach is ringing."

Before the words fell, Fang Fan's stomach actually grumbled with the abbot's fingers, and an unbearable hunger surged from his stomach to his throat, Fang Fan couldn't help but stretched out his hand to the braised elbow in the bowl, but then, Fang Fan bit the tip of his tongue violently, and his eyes returned to clarity.

The abbot said coldly: "But the fasting meal is not to taste?"

When the words fell, the braised elbow in Fang Fan's bowl had disappeared, and the steaming minced meat soup appeared in the bowl.

Fang Fan pursed his lips and looked at the abbot coldly.

The abbot's face also turned cold, his finger pointed again, the minced meat soup disappeared, and the fragrant braised pork appeared in the bowl, the braised pork was excellent, the meat skin was fried and soft, the thick oil red sauce, simple dishes, only the top chefs can make the mouth-watering braised pork that smells its fragrance.

The abbot glared at Fang Fan and said, "This dish is suitable for the donor's taste?"

Fang Fan didn't say a word, his fingers began to tap on the table regularly, those who were familiar with Fang Fan must know that he was forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.

The dishes changed again, Fang Fan was still expressionless, and the table was knocked even louder.

The abbot's face was gloomy, his fingers were connected, the dishes changed again and again, and one after another dizzying dishes flashed in front of Fang Fan's eyes, and the table began to ring.

Finally, the constantly changing dishes in the bowl came to an abrupt end, and the abbot's eyes stared at Fang Fan like poisonous snakes, and sneered: "The donor is playing tricks on the old man?"

A monk should not have such a look, let alone such a wild statement, but a monk who does not worship the Buddha and eats wine and meat is no longer considered a monk.

As the abbot's voice became cold, the monks who were eating gathered around.

Fang Fan withdrew his fingers, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the osteoetis in the dantian also became restless, and he became a little happy.

Suddenly, a bloody color welled up from the eyes of the monks, and both eyes became red, and then, dense and oozing blood lines crawled out of their eyes, from their faces to their necks, and then to their chests and limbs, and the nails of their hands also grew wildly. (To be continued.) )