"Who the hell are you? What do you want to do? I asked with a cold face.

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient, you'll know soon......"

The fat monk said, grabbing me out of the coffin with one hand. I wanted to struggle, but my hands and feet were sore, and it didn't work at all, and I didn't know what kind of magic this fat monk had cast on me.

When I got out of the coffin, I found out that it was an underground stone chamber, which was very large, estimated to be half a football field.

The weirdest thing is that in this stone room, there are actually sarcophagi!

Densely packed and extraordinarily neatly arranged.

On each sarcophagus, there is also a small stone Buddha statue, which looks nondescript.

After opening a stone door, the fat monk led me into a slightly smaller stone room, with oil lamps lit in the corners, and in the middle there was a table of sumptuous meals, meat and vegetarian dishes, and a jar of wine.

"Female benefactor...... Please have a meal. ”

The fat monk placed me on the stone table and smiled peacefully.

"Is this the Last Supper?" I squinted.

After placing the oil lamp on the stone table, the fat monk saluted: "Amitabha, the donor has misunderstood, the poor monk has been sitting for hundreds of years, just trying to find someone to chat." ”

Hundreds of years?

I was dumbfounded, a little incredulous.

Looking at the appearance of the fat monk, he is about forty years old, how can he have the slightest meaning of decay?

Is it possible that this demon monk can still be rejuvenated?

Seeing that I didn't believe it, the fat monk smiled: "The poor monk was born in the twenty-fourth year of Jiaqing, grew up in the temple since he was a child, and was dedicated to seeking Buddha, just for the purification of sentient beings...... However, he was born in the era of war, although he was a Buddha, he was powerless to return to heaven until he ......"

"Wait! What did you just say? Twenty-four years of Jiaqing? ”

I looked at him in shock.

The fat monk nodded: "Amitabha...... The monks do not speak, and the poor monk was indeed born in the Jiaqing period, and was born the year before the death of the Jiaqing Emperor. ”

When I heard this, I was shocked.

Jiaqing was the emperor of the Qing Dynasty!

It's been almost 200 years since now, if the fat monk was really born in the twenty-fourth year of Jiaqing, wouldn't that mean that the fat monk lived for almost 200 years?

Thinking of this, I was a little stunned.

It is impossible for ordinary people to live for more than two hundred years, and if it is not for the Heavenly Master level of the righteous path, it is a demonic thing.

Looking at his noodle-like earlobes, I suddenly had a ridiculous idea.

Could it be that this is the evidence that he lived for nearly two hundred years?

When he was stunned, the fat monk pointed to the dishes on the table and said: "The female benefactor, please eat, this is specially prepared for you by the poor monk, all the ingredients have been carefully selected, many things are indispensable supplements, after eating, you will be strong and healthy, reborn." ”

I sniffed, the food was really fragrant, it was refreshing to smell, it was nothing extraordinary, but the more it did, the more uneasy I became.

This fat monk is both good and evil, I can't figure out his thoughts at all, one second he is still smiling at you, and the next second he will make you fall into a dead end.

Somehow caught me here just to invite me to dinner?

I don't believe it, I've never seen such an invitation.

"What the hell do you want to do?" I had a cold face and didn't move my chopsticks.

"There are too many impurities in the female donor, I just want to help the donor replenish the body and drive away some bad things." The fat monk said with a smile.

I sneered: "You would have such a good heart? ”

"Since the benefactor is so curious, the poor monk will tell you a story, and after listening to it, you will know how precious these foods are."