How can I meet the supervisor of Juntian Temple?

This is a question that Chen Xiaoyu needs to think about at this stage.

He scanned the firewood room, where bundles of firewood were piled up in various corners of the room, covered with straw mats to keep out the dust. There are also ventilation windows that open on both sides of the door connected to the eaves.

Other than that, there was nothing else left in this firewood room.

No, there were rotten leaves and orange crumbs of unknown things.

In the pyre in the corner of the firewood house, some conspicuous remnants of rotten vegetable leaves are incompatible with the ash of the entire firewood house.

According to the plot of the reasoning, these things should be food scraps left by the last person who was imprisoned here.

Obviously, this firewood house has always been the place where the prisoners were held in Juntian Temple.

Nancheng belongs to the Buddhist branch of the royal capital, and the officials here are all monks, and they are all monks of Juntian Temple.

Analyzed in this way, this firewood room is actually the prison cell where prisoners are held in the southern city of the royal capital.

"No wonder this place is not as dilapidated as the small black house of Xuanming Palace, the floor is hard tiles, and it is used as a yamen dungeon."

Chen Xiaoyu stomped his feet, feeling the reality of the dungeon structure, and suddenly thought of the Tianxu Pool that had been dug through the Xuanming Palace before, shook his head, and bent down to pick up the two bundles of firewood in the pyre.

The word absconding is deeply ingrained in his mind, and even if there is a "teleportation" plug-in, he can't just run away at the moment. At present, there is only one way to clarify his innocence, and that is to meet the supervisor of Juntian Temple, and use the plug-in of "aura imaging" to present the cause of this incident from beginning to end.

Leaning against the wall and stepping on two bundles of firewood piled together, Chen Xiaoyu gradually stood firm, his whole head higher than the ventilation window of the firewood room. He glanced down with the help of his peripheral vision, only to find a young monk in a gray robe sitting cross-legged in front of the door of the firewood room, muttering words in his mouth.

"Master! Guru! ”

Chen Xiaoyu let go of his voice, trying to establish an effective connection with the monk who wanted to be outside. Perhaps after effective contact, he can use the monk who guarded him to meet the supervisor of Juntian Temple in advance.

"Just say it if you have something to say." The monk who was meditating at the door of the firewood room heard the voice, opened his eyes slightly, and responded: "However, if you say that you have been wronged, you can not say it." ”

Although the firewood guard has only been for two years, the monk has long been accustomed to replying to those who cry and shout injustice. He only thought that this time he was imprisoned as a nondescript rich boy, and he didn't have a good temper to respond at all.

Seeing that there was a gap between the monk's preface and afterwords, Chen Xiaoyu tightened his mind and said "read" lightly.

The plug-in for mind reading is really natural and just right at this time.

It turned out that he regarded me as a rich businessman, so he didn't want to pay attention to me.

Seeing through the thoughts of the monk outside the firewood room, Chen Xiaoyu tugged at the corners of his mouth and said, "Master, may I ask what your law name is?" ”

"Minai."

The monk still sat upright, slowly closing his eyes and saying his Dharma name at the same time.

"Master Mingai, I want to see Master Jian Temple." Chen Xiaoyu thought for a while and said.

The mind-reading technique here did not convey what the monk Ming Ai was thinking, and Chen Xiaoyu acquiesced that the state of mind of these Buddhist monks during meditation was empty.

But since this Ming Ai doesn't like to shout grievances, then he will do something different from those people who were locked up in the firewood room before. He didn't shout grievances, but bluntly stated that he wanted to see the supervisor of Juntian Temple.

But the monk Mingai, who was sitting outside the firewood room, seemed to be in a state of flux, sitting upright and not moving, and he couldn't hear a trace of his inner voice in his mind reading his mind.

To say that this Buddha's state of mind is really as still as water.

Chen Xiaoyu sighed, and naturally retreated half a step back.

But at this half-step, the stacked bundles of firewood suddenly fell apart, and he fell off them without paying attention.

The scattered firewood rolled to the ground, and Chen Xiaoyu fell to the ground and supported his waist, looking embarrassed.

If this is a book, then he Chen Xiaoyu must be the worst male protagonist at the moment.

Patting the ash on his buttocks, Chen Xiaoyu stood up, and suddenly he felt a chill behind him, and vaguely heard Ke Keke's strange laughter.

The sound seemed to come from the pyre in the firewood room, and it was like a girl laughing, but the laughter made people goosebumps.

Chen Xiaoyu stiffened his body and didn't dare to look back.

"He's not going to pay attention to you."

Ke Keke's strange laughter disappeared, and a cold female voice slowly came from behind Chen Xiaoyu.

"I ...... I'm so hungry. ”

Hungry ghosts!

Combined with the setting of this world, the soul that cannot be reincarnated as a human because of the resentment of starvation to death is immortal and immortal.

Such a soul can be quietly hidden here, presumably not too much different from the ghost cultivation realm in that heartless town.

Chen Xiaoyu's gaze gradually moved down to the space ring, and the sword that could slash the ghost cultivator rested quietly against the Heaven Viewing Mirror.

At the moment, only by using the sword can you protect yourself.

"Master Minai."

At the moment of life and death, a voice came from outside the firewood room.

Then there was a bang, and the door opened. The bright light hit Chen Xiaoyu's face, and a sturdy monk suddenly appeared in front of him with a bowl of rice in his left hand and a basket of vegetables and fruits in his right hand.

The monk was different, his robes were not gray.

In addition to his size, the sturdy monk in the light yellow monk's robe almost collided with the image of a high-ranking monk in Chen Xiaoyu's mind.

The corners of the young man's stiff mouth twitched slightly, "Master, cross me!" ”

"What crossing? It's time for fasting, it's yours! This one is yours. ”

The sturdy monk heard Chen Xiaoyu's muttering clearly, stretched out his left hand to hand over the rice, and threw a basket of vegetables and fruits behind Chen Xiaoyu, and then walked to the door of the firewood room with an impatient face and sat on the threshold.

Outside the door, the monk named Ming Ai still folded his hands and closed his eyes silently.

Mind Reading told Chen Xiaoyu that during the time of fasting, Ming Ai would stay outside the open firewood door to prevent him from escaping.

Who to look down on, can I escape?

Chen Xiaoyu grabbed his chopsticks and began to pick up rice.

"Great monk, today's radish is not very fresh."

Before he could take two bites of food, a cold girl's voice came from behind Chen Xiaoyu again, and this time the voice seemed to have more resentment.

Ghost! And it's a female ghost!

Chen Xiaoyu was very sure, and the bowl containing the rice in his hand fell to the ground, and the bowl of vegetable rice was destroyed in one fell swoop.

"You little evil animal, you don't know how to be honest when you're locked up here!"

The moment the bowl fell to the ground, the impatient face of the sturdy monk sitting on the threshold became more angry, turned his head to look at Ming Ai, stood up and shouted to Chen Xiaoyu in the firewood room: "Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, a little demon who does a lot of evil, a kid who robs the house, it's really troublesome!" ”

The kid who robbed the house was undoubtedly talking about Chen Xiaoyu.

But who is that evil little demon talking about?

Could it be the resentful female ghost behind him? Chen Xiaoyu looked at the angry sturdy monk, and his gaze unnaturally moved to the broken bowl on the ground.

I saw that next to the broken porcelain bowl, a pair of white jade hands suddenly appeared.