Sun Hu and his party finally returned empty-handed.

After Yiliuyan learned of the situation, she did not blame Sun Hu, but sighed: "This unjust soul in the Yangtze River can't wait with me, how can this be good?" ”

"It's better to open the altar cloth ......," Sun Hu said cautiously, "ask someone to help remove the grievances of the unjust souls in the Yangtze River against us." ”

Yi Liuyan nodded and said, "This is a good way, but who do you want to invite to cast the spell?" River owls? ”

Sun Hu shook his head and said, "The river owl doesn't have the ability to cast spells, but I know a few Taoist masters." ”

Yi Liuyan pondered for a while, and finally shook her head and said, "No, it is most suitable to invite a senior monk to chant the scriptures." ”

Zhang Xiaolei, who was speechless next to him, couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

Yiliuyan frowned and said, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"Just smile."

"We're in trouble, and you're still gloating?"

"I'm not gloating, I'm laughing at you."

"Laugh at me?"

Yiliuyan was a little puzzled, and Zhang Xiaolei asked, "Do you believe in Buddhism?" ”

"I believe in Buddhism."

"But the Buddha said that all beings are equal, why do you still divide people into three, six, nine and so on?"

Yiliuyan suddenly looked angry: "Don't talk this nonsense, we are busy trying to figure out a way, and you are still sneering on the side." ”

Zhang Xiaolei felt quite innocent.

As soon as he opened his mouth, it became a cynicism.

It's funny.

Yiliu Yan instructed Sun Hu: "Please invite a few senior monks to come over, as long as there are senior monks, I believe that the soul can be resolved." ”

"Okay."

After Sun Hu responded, he hurriedly left, presumably to find a monk.

Yiliu Yan said to everyone again: "You guys go back to rest first, and then set off when I invite the senior monk to overcome." ”

The people all nodded, so Yiliuyan found some hard laborers and asked them to go to the shore to build a high platform, so that the monks could sit on it and recite the scriptures.

This temporary high platform is not difficult for the people of Zhoucheng.

The most in Zhoucheng is wood.

They soon brought in timber and made it hot, and built a high platform on the shore.

Zhang Xiaolei sat not far away and watched the excitement, anyway, he didn't have to exert his strength, it was comfortable to watch the excitement.

Until dusk, people really built a high platform, which was about as high as Zhang Xiaolei, and if it was squeezed, it was estimated that it could seat five people.

Not long after the high platform was built, Sun Hu also came with four monks.

The monks were dressed in robes and looked very presentable.

Yiliuyan walked up to the monk and saluted, and said politely: "Youlao masters, help me to overcome my grievances, and let me wait for the fleet to go smoothly." ”

A monk said softly: "Amitabha, the poor monk will first spend a night chanting sutras here, and then get on the boat to chant sutras after dawn." ”

"Master hard work."

These monks didn't even say that they were not hard, and then walked up to the high platform.

Zhang Xiaolei looked at those monks with interest, he didn't know what these people were capable of, and he didn't understand why ghosts were afraid of Buddhist scriptures, but he thought it was a very interesting profession.

I didn't make much effort to earn money by chanting scriptures.

At this time, a villager standing beside Zhang Xiaolei muttered, "Isn't that the monk of the Horseshoe Temple?" They still have the face to come. ”

Zhang Xiaolei was curious: "Why don't they have the face to come?" ”

"You're a foreigner...... "The man said, "There used to be a monk in this Horseshoe Temple, whose Dharma name was Yuankong, and he was a first-class master. In this life, he did not touch any money, he spent the world as a penance, and he was proficient in medicine, and he preached for free every day. ”

Zhang Xiaolei asked, "Then how does this Yuankong Master live?" ”

The man continued: "Master Yuankong lives a simple life, a scoop of water, a piece of bread, and a place to lie down, all he has. He was also good at making friends, whether that person was a prince or a nobleman or a poor person, he treated them equally. ”

"Oh?"

"He's the most respected in the neighborhood. Even if it is the Purple Cloud Temple, which is twenty miles away, there are often Dao Elders and Dao Tong who send rice and vegetables over, for fear of making Master Yuankong hungry. ”

"And what about this master?"

"Alas, a few years ago, there was a big fire, and Master Yuankong dived into the water more than ten times in order to save the villagers, and finally didn't get up again."

Zhang Xiaolei touched his chin, since there is such a master, then the Horseshoe Temple should be very respected by the villagers.

Why did these monks come and the villagers seemed a little disdainful?

He was curious: "What is the Horseshoe Temple now?" ”

A woman overheard the conversation between the two and interjected, "The monks of the Horseshoe Temple don't have any good things now. They are all disciples of Master Yuankong, but as a result, these monks blinded their minds with money, collected money everywhere, and even took out Master Yuankong's relics to sell, which is simply inferior to beasts. ”

Zhang Xiaolei was stunned: "Relic? Isn't that the ashes of Master Yuankong? As far as I know, aren't relics the treasure of the temple? ”

"So these beasts are not as good as ......," the woman sighed, "In the end, it was the Taoist masters of the Purple Cloud Temple who remembered the old feelings, and they funded together, went to the homes of the rich to intercede, bought the relics of the Yuankong Master with the rich people, and personally found a piece of feng shui treasure for him to bury it." ”

When Zhang Xiaolei heard this, he couldn't help but sigh.

The master of the round sky was respected all his life, but it is a pity that the disciples and grandchildren are not good, so that the horseshoe temple has fallen to this point. The apprentices took out his relics and sold them, but in the end, it was the nearby Taoist priests who helped give him a whole corpse.

In this way, the Horseshoe Temple has been consuming the name of the master of the Round Sky.

He looked up at the monks, who were sitting cross-legged and chanting quietly.

Whether or not you are reading it, to be honest, I can't hear it clearly.

Zhang Xiaolei suddenly felt quite bored, so he went back to the house to rest.

When the night passed, he slept comfortably and stretched when he got up.

After washing up and walking out of the door, the monks were still on the high platform, and each monk was sitting cross-legged, his robe tightly wrapped around his body.

Yiliuyan also came out at this time, and she shouted to the high place: "Masters, we are about to set off, and we will move forward with all the masters." ”

However, the monks didn't seem to hear Yiliuyan's words, and still sat there without saying a word.

"Haven't you finished reading it yet...... Zhang Xiaolei muttered, "let them read it for a while?" ”

Yiliuyan shook her head and said: "No, there is a mist in the morning, which is the most suitable for hiding." Sun Hu, go and ask the masters to come down. ”

Sun Hu said hello, hurriedly climbed up the high platform, and said to the monks: "Masters, we ......"

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly lost his voice.

Then he hurriedly squatted down, moved several monks, and ripped off their robes to take a look.

Suddenly, Sun Hu's face changed drastically.

He exclaimed, "Dead! They're all dead! ”

"What?" Yiliuyan exclaimed, "What do you say? ”

"These masters are dead! Their hearts and livers have been poached! ”