The two wings that Zeng Zihang sorted out are indeed adjacent, and they continue the ancient style, but a lot of modern equipment has been added, such as televisions, air conditioners, etc., but in this last day without electricity supply, these things can no longer work.

As evening fell, the temple fell into silence......

"I'd rather suffer a thousand karmas in the world than kowtow in front of the Buddha!"

Zhang Yifei nibbled on sweet potatoes, took biscuits, lay on the bed with Erlang's legs crossed, looked at a painting hanging on the wall with interest, recited the sentences inside, and then frowned and said to Ling Xiu, "Old Ling, why is this Shakyamuni so talented, and his words are too beautiful." ”

Ling Xiu shook his head and said, "You can see clearly, what is written on it is 'Buddha said', not 'Shakyamuni said'. ”

"Buddha and Shakyamuni, is there a difference?" Zhang Yifei gave him a blank look.

After asking for nothing, Ling Xiu argued with him a few words: "Buddha has existed since ancient times, it is a kind of wisdom, a kind of consciousness, a kind of emptiness, corresponding to wisdom, enlightenment, and emptiness, and it pays attention to a certain attitude towards life, and Sakyamuni just founded Buddhism and carried forward the Buddha, so Buddha is not equal to Sakyamuni." ”

"Fuck, I can't see it, Lao Ling, you still have such a deep understanding of the Buddha." Zhang Yifei was surprised.

"It's all my own understanding, not necessarily right."

Ling Xiu smiled, in fact, he didn't know much, just because he had suffered more setbacks than others since he was a child, so he naturally had some insights of his own.

"What are you going to do, get out, get out quickly, or I'm not going to be polite to you!"

At this moment, Tang Xiaomo's slightly nervous and angry shouts suddenly came from the wing room next door.

Ling Xiu and Zhang Yifei glanced at each other, then immediately took their weapons and pushed open the door and ran out.

As soon as he came to the corridor, he saw Zeng Zihang lying on the ground, and Chu Liyue's war scythe pressed against his neck with a cold killing intent, subduing him.

Tang Xiaomo stood at the door in a daze, and when he saw Ling Xiu and Zhang Yifei, he hurriedly ran over.

"What's going on, cousin? Did this thing bully you? ”

Zhang Yifei pointed to Zeng Zihang, who kept shaking his head and shouting 'Aba' and asked.

Tang Xiaomo shook her head, "He didn't bully me, but as soon as we walked into the room, he suddenly barged in and startled Sister Liyue and me. ”

"Is this still called not bullying? Is it called bullying until he eats you all? Spicy next door, I have long seen him like a lewd ~ thief, but I didn't expect it to be true, my brother will teach him how to write the word 'death' today. Zhang Yifei was furious, and walked towards Zeng Zihang on the ground.

Chu Liyue removed the battle scythe, Zeng Zihang was too weak, and it didn't take two people to deal with him at all, and even she could subdue him with one hand.

"Abba ~ Abba ~"

Looking at Zhang Yifei, who was hideous and slowly approaching, Zeng Zihang showed a frightened face, his body trembled violently, and he kept supporting the ground with his hands and retreating. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he bit his finger hard and wrote on the ground with the blood that flowed out.

"Want to beg for mercy? You're still fucking provincial, Lao Tzu has to waste your leg today! ”

Zhang Yifei made a "click" sound with his fingers, and as soon as the words fell, he rushed over murderously.

Zeng Zihang's face turned pale with fright, and cold sweat was like a waterfall.

"Stop~hand!"

With a shout containing strong internal strength, the monk who was fat like a ball of meat rushed over, reached out and grabbed Zeng Zihang's back collar, and lifted Zeng Zihang behind him as if he were a puppy.

"Dead bald donkey, where do you protect the calf?" Zhang Yifei scolded angrily.

The main Tibetan monk's eyelids jumped, obviously extremely annoyed by the title of 'dead bald donkey', and he asked in a very tough tone: "I don't know how Xiao Zeng offended a few donors?" Provoke Zhang Shizhu to lose such a big temper? ”

"Damn, what Lao Tzu said during the day has come true, this kid is a lust~ ruffian, he just broke into my cousin's room, and wanted to do something strong~ and rape, why did you say Lao Tzu lost his temper so much?" Zhang Yifei crossed his hands on his chest and said sarcastically.

"Oh? And this kind of thing? ”

The main Tibetan monk turned his head, his eyes glared coldly at Zeng Zihang, who was lowering his head and trembling like a poisonous snake, and immediately turned his head and said with a cold expression, "Master Zhang, please rest assured, since Xiao Zeng did such a thing, the poor monk will never spare him!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he grabbed Zeng Zihang's collar with a big hand, and easily picked Zeng Zihang up from the ground.

At this time, the expression on Zeng Zihang's face was more than twice as frightened as just now, and he screamed anxiously and struggled violently, but his weak body couldn't break free from the big hand of the main Tibetan monk at all, and could only let the main Tibetan monk carry it until he disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Ling Xiu and the four of them were all stunned, because in Zeng Zihang's eyes, they saw despair, that kind of despair, like a struggle from the soul, touching everyone's heart.

Why is this happening?

Could it be that Zeng Zihang thought that the main Tibetan monk would kill him?

Ling Xiu withdrew his gaze, and then landed on the unfinished blood word on the floor of the corridor.

The more he looked at it, the more he frowned, because Zeng Zihang obviously wanted to write a Chinese character with a bottom of the word, and if he added a few more paintings, it would be the word "escape" for escape.

Escape?!

As soon as I thought of this word, the few strokes written in blood felt extremely dazzling, as if a heavy haze was rising from above, enveloping the entire Huayan Temple.

******

In the middle of the night, Ling Xiu opened his eyes and got out of bed, looked at Zhang Yifei who was snoring, and then took the military thorn and quietly touched out of the room.

Everything seems confusing!

Zeng Zihang's desperate eyes, as well as the unfinished word "escape", he guessed that Zeng Zihang did not want to do anything wrong to Tang Xiaomo or Chu Liyue, but wanted to convey some information to them, and that message was most likely to tell the four of them to flee Huayan Temple quickly.

Why on earth did they flee from Huayan Temple? What's the secret behind it?

Ling Xiu was desperate to figure it out now.

The night was quiet, and the moonlight poured down, and the shadows of the leaves fell on the ground. When the wind blows, the leaves sway, making a "whirring" sound, and the shadows of the leaves on the ground also move.

I didn't feel it during the day, but at night, the entire Huayan Temple was filled with a thick horror and gloomy atmosphere.

The wind is cloudy, the moonlight is cold, and the shadows cast by those leaves on the ground are like countless little ghosts dancing their teeth and claws!

Ling Xiu came down from upstairs and couldn't help but get goosebumps on his body.

When he walked a dozen steps, he suddenly noticed that a shadow behind him was slowly approaching him, silently, not even a sound of footsteps.

Cold sweat poured out uncontrollably, as if suddenly, Ling Xiu saw a bloodless hand stretched out towards him, and the chill that emanated from above went straight to the bone marrow.