The abbot understood her hint and clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, good and good." If this is the case with the officials, then the old man will go and explain it to the others, lest they come and disturb you.

"As for what you want to find, this White Pine Temple is our own place after all, if you are willing, the old man is willing to help find it with the monks."

When he said this, he was looking at the Emperor Qianling, and it was obvious that he had already seen from the attitudes of other people that the Emperor Qianling was the highest status among the four.

Of course, Qi Wushuang and Zhaoyu didn't dare to respond at will, and looked back one after another, while Emperor Qianling nodded, "Then please leave it to the abbot." ”

After the abbot left, Ye Jingjing asked with some concern, "What if the stuffing is revealed and the old abbot sees the clues?" ”

"Even if it's exposed, do you think he can understand what we're looking for?" Emperor Qianling asked rhetorically. "To be honest, I still don't know anything about your era, let alone others."

Thinking about it, this is indeed the truth, Ye Jingjing put her mind at ease.

The four of them searched around the temple, found nothing, and went to bed early at night.

Listening to the Buddhist scriptures in the evening class next door, Ye Jingjing actually felt unusually hypnotic, and soon fell asleep.

But perhaps because the bed was uncomfortable, in the middle of the night, she opened her eyes, but she couldn't sleep.

"Shine on the rain, shine on the rain?"

She turned around and shouted softly, seeing that Zhaoyu was sleeping soundly, she was too embarrassed to disturb her, so she could only stare at the ceiling in a daze.

Since she went out of the palace to find memory fragments, she has never shared a bed with Emperor Qianling, after all, the hurdle in her heart is always unpassable, so she lives in the same room with Zhaoyu.

It's just that Qi Wushuang keeps complaining every day, saying that it is clearly two couples who were forcibly separated.

It's really boring to lie down like this, but she can't sleep anyway, Ye Jingjing really can't stay, so she gets up and prepares to go out for a walk and see the night scene.

The temple at night is also clean, giving her a feeling of returning to the countryside, away from the worldly troubles, so that her body and mind can relax.

Ye Jingjing took a deep breath, and was also full of curiosity about the interior of the temple that she had not been to today, strolling around the temple.

Baisong Temple has a long history, coupled with the fact that it is a well-respected temple in the local area, many people come to pray for blessings every day, and the incense money donated is also very considerable, all of which make the building scale of Baisong Temple grand, and Ye Jingjing feels a little tired after half a circle.

She was about to find a place to sit and rest for a while, when she suddenly heard the sound of wooden fish.

There was silence in the temple, and it was late at night, and hearing this sound really scared Ye Jingjing into a thrill.

But she thought about it carefully, most of the people who could still knock on the wooden fish and chant the scriptures at this time were diligent disciples or eminent monks, and there was nothing strange about it, so she didn't take it to heart.

But just as she was about to leave, the sound of knocking on the wooden fish suddenly stopped, followed by a terrible scream, "Buddha manifests, Buddha manifests!" The Buddha has killed someone—"

This voice was so terrifying that Ye Jingjing was terrified when she heard it, and she wanted to leave, but her huge curiosity prompted her to walk in the direction of the sound.

The scream sounded again, and the content was the same as before, and the more Ye Jingjing listened to it, the more she felt that something was wrong: since the Buddha had manifested his spirit, why would he kill people? You know, the Buddha is a symbol of compassion, and even ants are reluctant to kill them.

What's more, the voice sounds crazy, not at all like a normal person.

It was the side hall that made the sound, and at this moment the side hall was closed, Ye Jingjing listened to the mad laughter coming from inside, swallowed her saliva, and boldly stretched out her hand, intending to push open the door.

"Who are you?!"

At this time, another voice sounded behind her, so frightened that Ye Jingjing almost hit the door, and the laughter inside stopped abruptly.

When she looked back, it turned out to be a monk with caution written on his face.

The monk frowned and looked at her, and suddenly realized, "Ah, it turned out to be today's Miss Ye!" I'm sorry, but the poor monk thinks you're a goblin. ”

Ye Jingjing couldn't cry or laugh, "Your master really can't speak, which girl would be happy to hear that she is making an analogy with a goblin?" What's more, you're here at the temple, and the goblins don't dare to come. ”

The monk scratched his head embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, it's the poor monk who is rude......"

Thinking that he had been in the temple for a long time, he really didn't know how to talk to the young woman, so Ye Jingjing didn't blame him.

Just when she wanted to ask, she saw the monk and said mysteriously, "Miss Ye, in fact, a long time ago, our White Pine Temple did make trouble with goblins, it seems that the abbot was still young at that time, and it was a long time ago. ”

Ye Jingjing was stunned, "In the land of Buddhism, there are still goblins who dare to come?" ”

"yes, I think it's weird, but ......"

At this time, the laughter sounded again, and the monk patted his head, "It must be that Uncle Shi is sick again, Miss Ye, stand back, I'll take a look." ”

Ye Jingjing watched the monk open the door, and hurriedly stretched out her head to see that there was an old monk dancing inside.

The old monk looked to be more than ninety years old, older than the abbot, and at the moment he was sitting on the mat, dancing with his hands, his eyes were demented, and his mouth was constantly muttering, "Haha, the Buddha manifests, the Buddha manifests......"

There is no doubt that the voice just now was made by him.

The young little monk walked over, pinched the old monk's wrist, took out a small bottle from his clothes and sniffed it for him, and then clicked a few more acupoints, and the old monk slowly quieted down and lay on the ground.

"What are you ......" Ye Jingjing walked in and wondered.

The little monk gave a deep salute, "Amitabha, the benefactor, the poor monk's name is Wuming, this is our uncle Zu Mingli, and it is also the abbot's uncle." He's always been like this, crazy, and scared the donor. ”

"Have you been taking care of him all this time?" Ye Jingjing asked.

Wuming nodded, "Yes, I grew up in a temple since I was a child, because I know some medical science, and I feel that my uncle is really pitiful, so I boil medicine for him every day and take care of him." ”

"What kind of stimulus did he have, I heard him say something like the Buddha's apparitions...... It is also said that the Buddha killed people, but how could the Buddha do such a thing? ”

Ye Jingjing said as she swept around the side hall and found that it was normal here, and there was nothing wrong with it.

However, the statue looks newer than the others, and it seems to have been renovated.

Wuming sighed, "We don't know, the abbot said that in the past, Uncle Shi was quite normal, but then suddenly one day he went crazy." However, I think it has something to do with the goblins. ”

He didn't care if Ye Jingjing listened to it or not, and lowered his voice and said, "It is said that on the day when Uncle Shi went crazy, his senior brother died. ”