"Tomorrow morning, I'll go to the tower to have a look, and after that, I'll go around the Purple Cloud Temple."

Ouyang Ping looked at his watch, the time was a quarter past eight, it was still early, and on the edge of the well in the middle of the courtyard, there were several nuns washing clothes.

It was too early to go to bed now, so Ouyang Ping decided to go to the Tibetan Scripture Hall to have a look.

So, the five people walked out of the meditation room, along the corridor on the east side of the West Zen Temple, and entered the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

There is no one in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the hall is gloomy, only the sitting statue of the Buddha is lit in front of three lights, and the flames are swaying and shaking under the breeze blowing the Buddha. The light is bright and dark.

The Jingwu Hall is dark, and there is not a single lamp lit in it, probably to save lamp oil! Bodhisattvas have never known to rest, there are too many sufferings in the world, they have no time to rest, but now, they have to rest, think about it, this Bodhisattva is really hard, even if it is resting, it is also round eyes, sitting upright, sitting Bodhisattva is not bad, compared to those Bodhisattvas who stand up to the sky and the earth all day and night, the author is a little complaining about those who created the Buddha, when they created the Buddha, why didn't they think that the Buddha also had to sleep and rest. Think about it, whether it is Hongchen or Buddhism, the Bodhisattva is the most miserable. All sentient beings are counting on the Buddha to save the suffering, and Pudu Cihang is really busy enough for the Bodhisattvas.

Fortunately, Chen Jie has a flashlight in his hand, everyone knows that even in broad daylight, when people pass through the hall, there will be a creepy feeling, and now the Jingwu Hall is like hell, in the dark, those large and small, or standing or sitting Bodhisattvas are like ghosts in the Yama Palace.

When everyone walked to Guanyin Bodhisattva, probably because of the wind in the hall, the cloak on Guanyin's body suddenly shook, and faintly, Ouyang Ping also heard a squirming sound.

Chen Jie swept a few times back and forth on Guanyin Bodhisattva's body with a flashlight, the cloak on Guanyin's body was still fluttering, in the beam of the flashlight, obvious dust could be seen, and the shaking of the cloak seemed to have nothing to do with the wind, because when the comrades walked to the back door, they did not feel the existence of a little wind, the key is that there is a standing Buddha statue on both sides of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and the two Buddha statues also have a very long cloak on their bodies, and the cloaks on the two Bodhisattvas are as immobile as sculptures.

Obviously, Guanyin's cloak must have been touched by something. If there were no rats and weasels in the main hall, then it must be a human who touched the cloak. The black light is blind, what do people do when they come to the Jingwu Temple?

Rushing to Guanyin with an arrow step to the east, he lifted his cloak and looked behind and on both sides of Guanyin, but there was nothing.

Chen Jie walked out of the back door of the Jingwu Hall and turned left, followed by the other four people.

Chen Jie turned around and pointed to the quiet courtyard: "That is the quiet courtyard of Abbot Huijue." ”

The silence of the quiet courtyard is abnormal, the night shrouded the Mingchen Temple is very quiet, and the quiet and secluded courtyard of the abbot of Huijue is especially silent - it is the kind of chilling, creepy silence, living alone in such a place, you really need courage and guts, the abbot of Huijue is a monk who has attained the Tao.

"Someone." Zuo Xiangdong walked up to Ouyang Ping and said in a low voice.

Dozens of meters away from everyone, there was indeed a figure—a swaying figure mixed in a chaotic shadow.