After meeting the Huikong Zen Master, Mandu Latu didn't bring people here anymore.

I analyzed it behind my back, and felt that although Mandu Latu was a proud disciple of the previous abbot, it was in the past after all.

The abbot of Huineng has been running the Hanging Temple for so many years, not to mention making the Hanging Temple into an iron bucket, at least it has also minimized the influence of the previous abbot, and Mandu Latu's influence in the Hanging Temple is estimated to be not too great, and among the people who are willing to trust, there is no one else except for the old Zen master of the Dragon Bell.

And Huikong Zen Master belongs to the extremely old elders, he has been in the Hanging Temple for so many years, and there are more or less some characters under his hands. Influence is also enough, and it is much better for him to come forward and contact us.

So in the days that followed, we were able to relax.

But when it comes to me and the old ghost, I'm actually quite speechless, this time I came to the Hanging Temple, although we are for the yellow ghost, but for the Hanging Temple, there are only benefits, no harm, and in the end I have to squat here like a mouse, not daring to have too much movement.

It's quite unjust to think about it, but there is no way to do this, no matter how dilapidated the Hanging Temple is, people also have a normal system, and everything has to pay attention to procedures.

Besides, the people who are in charge nowadays are not so easy to speak.

In fact, if you think about it, this hanging temple also made the mistake of the rigidity of the state-owned enterprise system in the early years, if there is really something wrong. It is no wonder who is, but it is the inevitable trend of history.

Anyway, I don't feel distressed.

So we stayed in the Hanging Monastery for a day, during which Mandu Ratu was not in his room most of the time, except when he came back to sleep at night, but called a little novice to come and bring us food.

This little novice was his confidant, and he was the one who carried the basket of the blind old man before. He is a man whom Mandu Rathu trusts very much.

The little novice told us that the matter was already going on in secret, and that several elders had been mobilized to keep an eye on several possible places, and that if something happened, they would immediately ring the alarm bell, and that they would never let those people succeed.

As for us, as long as we hear the alarm bell at that time, we can arrive in time, and if the Hanging Temple has already stopped it, it is best not to show up.

After all, bringing outsiders into the Hanging Temple is a big or small matter, and if you really pursue it, it will still be a little troublesome.

Hearing his words, we felt that the arrangement of Master Huikong was quite thoughtful.

And I am more concerned about one point, that is, the traces of Huang Yanggui.

If this plan is followed, Huang Yanggui will definitely appear at that time, and if she does, our goal is to try to capture her before the Hanging Temple can take her down.

Only by truly grasping Huang Yanggui can I move on to the next thing.

We have to determine whether the yellow ghost has fallen into evil or its own will; There is another one, that is, no matter what, I have to ask for the whereabouts of my master.

After waiting for a long time, by the evening of the next day, the sky outside had become dark, and because of the winter, a cold wind blew in the valley, making people shiver and have a biting cold.

This kind of cold is a little difficult to resist, and even cultivators will shake their legs unnaturally.

Cold!

Of course, this is not bad for me and the old ghost, after all, I have a flame in my body, which provides me with a steady stream of warmth; As for the old ghost. The blood in the body is cold, and I don't mind so much about such cold.

And the blind old man was indifferent.

So we still have the windows open.

Just when we were feeling a little irritable, suddenly there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, and then someone reached out and twisted the door lock.

When I hear this movement outside the door, whether it's me. The old ghost, or the blind old man meditating in the corner, all gathered their minds at the same time, and looked towards the door in unison.

In the silence, there was a soft knock at the door.

The people outside the door were neither the novices nor the Mandu Latu, because what they knocked on was not the agreed signal of "three long and one short".

Oh no, something happened.

The moment we heard the knock on the door, we all understood the seriousness of this matter, but because we had planned this matter before, we did not hesitate, the blind old man floated towards the window like a piece of paper, and the moment he left the window, the old ghost and I also jumped out of the window and put our hands on the hanging eaves.

As soon as we left, there was a "click" sound at the door.

The door lock was forcibly broken.

The old ghost and I landed on the part of the room that jutted out of the cliff. One of them grabbed a wooden rafter and hung it in the air, but under his feet was the abyss, and in the dark night, there was a noisy sound of footsteps in the room.

Then someone rushed to the window and looked out.

This time. My heart hung in the air, praying that the man would not look down, because if he had paid a little attention, he could see someone hanging upside down under the hanging wooden rafters.

What I feared didn't happen after all, and the man glanced down, but didn't look closely.

There was a dark abyss below, and the man didn't expect anyone to hide here.

A deep voice came from above: "Didn't find it? ”

As soon as I heard this, I subconsciously looked at the old ghost, and the old ghost also had a stunned expression, and he obviously heard it, the person who spoke happened to be the Wufa monk we met on the road before.

Mingjing Pavilion is in charge. It is the security affairs of the Hanging Temple, that is to say, this monk Wu Fa is the head of the security section of the organization of the Hanging Temple.

Why is this guy here?

Someone responded to him: "If we didn't find it, either the news we got was fake, or the people were alert and fled before we came." ”

Monk Wu Fa said in a gloomy tone: "There is something unusual about those old guys today. Running around, it is obvious that there is a cat in it, since the informant said that someone has infiltrated the Hanging Temple, and is still following the path of his Mandu Latu, then there must be a problem; Mingjing Pavilion, as the security organization of the Hanging Temple, actually had such a thing, it was simply a slap in the face, if I didn't find them out, how could I save my face? ”

Others persuaded: "Maybe the rumors are false, don't you think this is not without finding people?" ”

Monk Wu Fa said fart, who would open the window on this cold day? Mandu Ratu will open? Pull it down. I tell you, even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to find the man, or you will not rest......

He said it categorically, and others didn't dare to disobey him, so he shouted to the side: "Did you hear it, what are you still doing in a daze, dig three feet into the ground!" ”

The person over there was stunned for a moment, and said hesitantly: "I understand the reason, but there are a lot of forbidden places in our Hanging Temple, and we have no authority to enter, how can we dig three feet into the ground?" ”

Belch......

The monk Wu Fa above took two steps. The entire wooden building was pressed by his huge weight, squeaked, and paused for a few seconds, then he spoke: "I'll go and report this matter to Senior Brother Fajiang immediately, and strive for his support." ”

As they spoke, a group of people prepared to leave. And at this time, someone suddenly broke in outside the door, and when he saw the people in this room, he couldn't help but be annoyed and said, "Wu Fa, what do you mean by this?" ”

Wu Fa was probably looking at the comer, paused for a second or two, and then said, "Oh, Mandu Latu? ”

Mandu Latu probably just got the news, full of anger, and said Wu Fa, why did you bring so many people to me?

Wu Fa sneered, and said Mandu Latu, don't cross me, tell you the truth, that kid under your command is already in my hands, I can't get you, and I can't cure him? In two days, you won't be much more crazy, and you probably won't even be able to cook when you look back, so you will have to go to the toilet. Hum......

He said so, and walked away, but there was still someone in the room.

Mandu Ratu was not sure what the gang had found, and asked the man who remained here, "What are you doing?" ”

A younger voice said, "The pavilion master asked me to watch here, and report as soon as there is a situation......

Mandu Ratu was furious. But the man was not afraid.

The old ghost and I hung on this hanging platform, knowing that we couldn't go back, and this place was not a dead end, if someone passed by below, it would be easy to see us, but this hanging temple was full of eyes and ears, and Mandu Latu's room couldn't stay for me, so where could we go?

Despite our doubts, the old ghost and I jumped into a corridor below the room, and as soon as we landed, a voice came from the corner: "Follow me,"

It was the blind old man who spoke. He is the embodiment of a bat, and he is at home with terrain like the Hanging Temple.

Without much hesitation, we followed the blind old man directly, and after such a twist and turn in the dark, we finally left the temple, jumped off the mountain wall, climbed down the rock, passed a smooth mountain wall, and finally came to a hole nest suspended high in the sky.

Passing by one of these caves, which were carved into the cliffs, I could see a rudimentary, thin-skinned coffin inside.

All the way to the hole in the corner, the blind old man told us to tear open the paper seal at the door. After entering the inside, he told us that this is the burial area of the Hanging Temple, and that many monks will come to this place at the last moment of their lives.

On this cliff, there are more than 300 holes, and in addition to the remains of many senior monks, there are also many ascetics, who also live here.

Some people haven't been outside for years.

And this place used to be the place where the Zen master would enlighten and teach him.