In the remote villages below Fushui County, there were robbers and plundered, and the county government took action to suppress bandits for many years, but they still repeatedly prohibited.

The poorer the place, the easier it is for people to fall into the grass.

"The monks in this temple, I'm afraid the situation is not good......

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a crisp sound of the door opening.

Several people were vigilant all of a sudden, could it be that the robbers hadn't left yet?

The temple is very small, and there is only one meditation room except for the Buddha hall.

At this moment, the door of the meditation room opened suddenly.

Under the moonlight, several people clearly saw that a monk covered in blood walked out of the meditation room.

The monk turned a blind eye to Song Yushan and the four of them, and walked straight into the Buddhist hall, like ghosts.

He climbed into the seat of the Buddha statue, hugged the head of the Buddha statue, and laughed.

In the silent night, a monk covered in blood, holding the Buddha's head and laughing, is really penetrating enough.

"This ...... Is it a living or a dead person? Ning Danxia's voice trembled a little.

It's too scary, and the ghosts in the ghost market aren't so nervous.

"A living man, but soon a dead man." Song Yushan put away the double Yue.

The monk laughed for a while, jumped down again, walked out of the Buddha hall, entered the meditation room, and closed the door.

Then there was a muffled sound of falling to the ground.

"Now dead." Qin Yuan said, and kicked open the door of the meditation room.

The monk, who had just gone out to laugh for a while, had already collapsed on the ground in the room, with a pool of blood under him.

That last bit of breath was gone.

All the boxes and mats in the room were overturned, and judging from the tears in the monk's robes, it should indeed have been robbed and killed by robbers.

On the monk's corpse, a newly dead ghost was floating, muttering: "Save! Save! ”

"What did you keep?" Song Yushan said coldly.

The monk ghost was taken aback: "Who is talking to me?" ”

He looked left and right, and then he saw a few people outside the door: "Who are you?" I won't say it if I die! ”

"By the way, I'm dead!" The monk ghost calmed down at once, glanced at them, and then crashed into the wall and fled.

Qin Yuan chased after him and hammered the wall: "Hey, hey, what are you running?" Are we that scary? ”

But no matter how she shouted, the monk ghost just didn't come out.

Song Yushan: "......"

This is the first time she's seen a ghost even ignore her own body, and she runs away by herself!

"What! This monk was chattering when he was alive, why didn't he wake up when he died? Ning Danxia was also very puzzled.

Mo Yuming glanced at the Buddha Hall and said, "I guess the truth is in the Buddha's head." ”

Song Yushan nodded: "Let's go, go and see!" ”

This monk held on to his breath before he died, and he had to go to see the Buddha's head, there must be a reason.

As soon as he talked about the Buddha's head, the monk ghost who didn't come out just now suddenly came out of the wall: "What are you going to do?" I warn you, don't be disrespectful to Buddha statues! Otherwise I'm going to ...... I won't let you go! ”

"I said, you monk, don't you think there's anything wrong with us being able to see you? Will we be afraid of ghosts? Ning Danxia pulled out her scimitar and scared him.

The monk ghost looked at the sword light and flinched, but still floated in front of them with his neck in his hand, blocking their way.

He couldn't die again anyway.

It turns out that even if he dies, he can still face another danger to his life.

Mo Yuming shook him away with his true qi, and the monk ghost felt that he was almost blown away.

Several people arrived in the Buddhist hall.

Qin Yuan climbed behind the Buddha statue and observed the Buddha's head: "There are traces of repair here!" ”

In the screams of the monk ghost, she used her short sword to pry open the place where there were traces of repair.

In the clay sculpture of the Buddha's head, there are more than 30 gold.

"That's all the money you're hiding?" Ning Danxia said incredulously.

"What do you mean by 'this money'? That's money! Thirty-two taels of gold! The monk ghost rushed over and tried to snatch the head of the Buddha with the gold hidden.

But he was a new ghost, and his ghost power was so weak that he couldn't touch the entity at all, so he passed directly through the Buddha's head.

When he rushed over, Qin Yuan let go and jumped down, and the Buddha's head rolled to the ground, revealing the gold inside.

The monk ghost squatted there to pick up gold over and over again, even if he couldn't pick it up, he persevered.

"You can't be seriously injured by robbers because you can't afford money, right?" Song Yushan suddenly asked.

It stands to reason that the robbers in this small place, just for money, will not be so desperate, if they rob and kill everyone, won't there be nowhere to rob in the future?

"My money, won't give to anyone! Don't give it if you die! The monk didn't reply.

He was still muttering: "Why can't you pick it up!" It's not going to work, it's a big loss if it's picked up here, and it's my hard-earned ......."

If you can't pick it up, you will lie on the head of the Buddha with the whole ghost, as if you can protect your money in this way.

Song Yushan and the four of them were stunned by his miser's appearance.

Therefore, this monk really angered the robbers and suffered a murder because he refused to tell where he hid his money.

Even before that, he still took a breath, probably to see if the hidden silver was still there.

This is the terrible scene they saw when they first entered the temple.

"There are really people who want money and don't want to die!" Ning Danxia felt a little ridiculous.

Qin Yuan's heart moved, and said: "Monk, we don't want your money, you don't have to be so nervous, you can tell us, why are you hiding so much money?" Have you ever told someone? How could such a ruined temple attract robbers to rob money? ”

When the monk ghost heard that they didn't want money, he hesitated: "Really? ”

"Of course it's true, do you think we look like people who are short of money?" Ning Danxia said.

Only then did the monk ghost notice their clothes, and then relaxed:

"The temple is so dilapidated and too poor that no one wants to come, and I have saved up most of my life to save this money, which I plan to use to rebuild the temple and attract pilgrims and other monks.

I had just saved enough money, and I went to the village to find a mason, and accidentally revealed my wealth, and this morning I recruited robbers and forced me to ask where I hid my money. ”

"It turns out that the miser monk is not guarding money, but this temple!" Ning Danxia muttered.

Song Yushan looked at her senior sister.

Qin Yuan took a hexagram: "It should be right, it's because of the calamity caused by the lax tone." ”

"Do you still build this temple?" Song Yushan asked the monk ghost.

The monk ghost sighed and smiled bitterly: "Everyone is gone, what else to cultivate?" ”

He suddenly felt relieved, and let go of the hand that wanted to hold the Buddha's head:

"That's right, the people are gone, and the excitement in this temple has nothing to do with me.

I can't even pick up this money, so what do I want it for? (End of chapter)