By the time the tantric masters returned to the headquarters, the sky was already bright, and at this time Wang Wang had already run away, leaving a big surprise for them in the tantric ancient temple. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There were a total of twenty-four returning monks in this group, and the leader was Zen Master Huizhi. Zen Master Huizhi began to study Buddhism with his master at the age of seven, and cultivated the mana of five reincarnations and five lifetimes, and he was nirvana once, with relics, and his magical powers were complete, and his mana was second only to the ninth living Buddha in the three sects of Shenzong.

This time, it was his disciple Mage Yuanzhai who was injured because of the Great Soul Returning Spell, so he led the team to investigate the cause in detail, on the one hand, because of the disciple, and on the other hand, he was worried that it was the Grim Reaper.

But I never expected that the god of death would dare to come to the door, thinking that usually the god of death avoids the god sect, and this time because of negligence, the god of death was taken advantage of.

When the group returned to the sect, no one came to greet them at the door. It was different from what Hui Zhi imagined, he thought that it was the god of death who was attacking in a big way, and the eight heavenly dragon arrays at the door should be running, and there should be a lot of demons fighting. But why is there only one place on the ground that has no green bricks, and another place where there is a large human-shaped pit? Even the blood stains are just one place. It has only been half a day since I received the notice, and all the troops should support it for half a day. He never expected that it was precisely because of Yuanjue's carelessness that Wang Wang was given an opportunity.

Hui Zhi said strangely, pressed his hand slightly behind him, motioned for everyone to turn off, and slowly walked towards the closed door.

Although Huizhi is very old, his appearance is no different from that of a middle-aged person, even his eyebrows are black, and they are black and thick. Although he is only about 1.6 meters tall, his body is extremely tall, and he stands on the ground like a flagpole, piercing the sky.

The closer he got to the door, the less he felt good, because the temple was so quiet that he couldn't even hear a word of human conversation. At this moment, a breeze blew in his face, wrapped in a smell of meat and blood. Huizhi secretly said that it was not good, and as soon as he pushed the door open, the people behind Yuanjue could no longer suppress it, and shouted loudly: "Death, you can't die well!"

More than twenty headless corpses in monk's robes were hung high on the beam at the doorway, and probably because of the long time, all the corpses began to stiffen.

The straw rope that hung the corpses went through the necks of each corpse and penetrated the knots tied in the chest, so that the necks of many corpses were stretched for a long time, like the neck of a giraffe, which was very strange.

The blood that spurted out of his chest overflowed his chest, and it came out of the broken part of his neck and dripped down the monk's robe and fell to the ground. Because of the time, the blood on the neck and the blood on the ground have congealed black.

This gate originally looked very open, about three or four meters, and was hung by more than 20 headless corpses, which was really not redundant, and a person couldn't get past it sideways.

The ground was covered with blood, and the places that didn't stick to it added up to the size of a palm, and I couldn't even put my feet down.

Huizhi and his entourage looked at the scene in front of them, there were frightened, sad, and disgusting, but more of them were angry, just like Huizhi.

One of the people in the crowd said sadly, "Zen Master Huizhi, what do you say?"

Hui Zhi didn't rush to speak, he forcibly suppressed the angry flush on his face, and walked in as if nothing had happened.

Everyone behind him looked at each other, only two or three people followed Huizhi and walked in, Huizhi saw it, and said with a trembling voice: "Flesh and skin, what you see is what you don't see." Now the important thing is to know what is going on, you come in with me, and I will summon the soul of Yuanjue to ask the reason before making a decision. You first collect the corpses of your junior brothers. With that, he walked in with a few monks who had followed.

As soon as he turned the screen, he saw twelve large vats stacked there, with lids on them, and there was a fire at the bottom of the vat, and there should be water in the vats, and the ones that were burned by the fire came out of the rims. Faintly from the tank, there was a smell of meat. Among the few people I saw, except for Yuan Jue's face as usual, the rest of the people, no matter how bold they were, vomited without a face.

Behind the screen was originally a forest, and a total of 33 carefree trees were planted. The Sanssouci tree is a sacred tree of Buddhism, because the Buddha's mother was born because she passed under the tree. The original intention of planting trees in the temple was not to forget the Buddha and to uphold the meaning of the Buddha's precepts. As a result, he was cut by Wang Wangquan last night, made into firewood, and burned at the bottom of the tank.

At this time, a seven or eight-year-old thin monk came from the door, named Wujing, who was Wukong's junior brother, because the injured Master Yuanzhai was his master, and he wanted to do his part for the master very much, so he followed Huizhi Zen Master to find the traces of Ren Feifei's soul. He has a lively personality, and when everyone was frightened when they saw the corpse forest at the door, he was covered by a kind senior brother. After everyone collected the body, they were sent in by the senior brother.

As soon as I turned the screen, I saw the Zen master standing in front of the old high water tank in the place where it was originally a wood, looking at the pile, in a daze, and the rest of the people were vomiting mess.

He had a lively personality, so he carefully pulled Huizhi's clothes and asked, "Great Zen Master, aren't these the water tanks we use to practice leg functions? Why are they here?"

Huizhi turned his head stiffly, looked at him solemnly, and said softly: "Wujing, don't ask too much, wait for your uncle and they to come in and let them put out the fire, bury the jar, don't let others see the contents of the jar, tell them that they are not allowed to see it either!"

Wujing nodded obediently.

Huizhi's mind is not on these tanks now, so even if he lives for more than a hundred years, he will ignore the child's curiosity.

After Huizhi led a few people to leave angrily, Wujing smelled the fragrance in the air and felt very surprised, and just wanted to open the cylinder head to take a look, when he was suddenly dragged by a senior brother who turned back, and the senior brother slapped Wujing on the head, knocking Wujing three meters away, the senior brother's face was flushed, and the dazzling sunlight was reflected on the smooth head: "Who let you open it? Who let you see it? Have you forgotten what the great Zen master told you?"

Wujing lay on the ground and cried: "I'm wrong, brother, I'm wrong!"

"You..." the senior brother looked at the crying Wujing, and was angry for a while.

Zen Master Huizhi led a few people to a secret room that was turned into a mess, and then took out a relic from his bosom and said to a few people: "You have come to protect the Dharma for me, because you want to snatch the soul of the god of death, so I need seven days, and when the soul of Yuanjue is summoned, all this will be understood!"

"Zen master rest assured!" several people replied.

At this time, a figure passed through the wall of the secret room and said, "Don't bother Zen Master, I haven't been taken away by death!"