Chapter 6 Revisiting the Jinding Temple

The sound of Buddha, the smoke of incense, the sound of chanting, and the faint smell of fireworks linger throughout the hall.

The lights in the hall were a little dim, and the candlelight on all sides was blown by the wind outside the hall and swayed gently. In front of the main hall, a big Buddha, with a golden body and clear glass, shows * and compassion.

In the hall, there are more than a dozen monks, chanting non-stop for a moment, surpassing the dead.

And in the center of this temple, on the ground, there was a man parked, covered with a white cloth. This person is none other than Han Xuanming, or rather, one of his doppelgangers.

The scene returns to the Jinding Buddha Temple, and the time returns to before July 15, this time the protagonist is another doppelganger of Han Xuanming.

Not long ago, in order to infiltrate the Jinding Buddhist Temple, Han Xuanming accepted Liu Yiyi's suggestion and pretended to be a corpse.

After successfully infiltrating here, Han Xuanming created two clones, one of whom went to rescue An Ge, and the other continued to stay here to confuse the monks in the temple.

Today is July 13, and it is night, and July 15 is not far away.

Counting up, Han Xuanming has been pretending to be a corpse here, since the tenth day of the seventh month, and now, it has been a full three days. The monks in the hall have been chanting the scriptures of excess, and they have never stopped, and after a long time, there will be a stubble of monks who come to replace them.

Because of this, Han Xuanming had no chance to sneak out at all.

What Han Xuanming knew was that in the sudden fire before, his doppelganger and his senior brother Le Kang failed to successfully rescue An Ge. The two, together with Liu Yiyi, had fled outside the temple at this time, and he stayed here, maybe there was still a chance.

It was night, on the willow tops on the moon, outside the hall, bursts of insects and birds chirped, accompanied by the chanting sound of Sanskrit singing in the hall, and the sound of the wooden fish "dong dong", which made Han Xuanming's mood irritable.

This situation has lasted for three days, and in this process, Han Xuanming has always been lying there, not moving at all. In this way, as long as it is human, I am afraid it will be unbearable.

Tonight, however, the situation finally changed.

From outside the hall, a small monk walked in, to the monk who led the chanting, I don't know what to say, and then, the monks who chanted the sutra in the hall all got up and walked out.

After I don't know how long, no one came, and after making sure that there was no one around, Han Xuanming was bold and got up.

After looking around and making sure that there was no problem, Han Xuanming made a decision at the moment, he couldn't continue to stay here and sit still, he had to take action and do something to save An Ge.

Immediately, Han Xuanming took advantage of the thick night and quietly walked out of the hall.

Outside the hall, there was the silence of the night, the wind was miserable, and the moon was cool and cool.

The Milky Way is lingering, the jade dew is scattered, the starlight is not moving, and the fight is silent.

It was a quiet night, and the cold breeze stirred the hair on Han Xuanming's cheeks, and he took advantage of the night to move towards An Ge's location.

The monastery was empty, and in the vast courtyard, Ange was bound to a cross in the center, listless, like a frosted eggplant.

His lips were chapped and almost dehydrated, his bound hands were open and limp, and his whole body was almost languishing. His eyes were closed, and he didn't know if he couldn't open them or if he had fainted.

Like last time, Han Xuanming was still hiding in a big tree, quietly watching the situation there.

He really wanted to step forward immediately, rescue Ange, and save him from the sea of suffering. But Han Xuanming is not an impulsive person, and this is not the time to be impulsive, so he must suppress the feelings in his heart.

Han Xuanming understands that if he goes now, there will be no chance.

Last time, Han Xuanming, Lekang, and Liu Yiyi, the three of them, failed to rescue An Ge. Now, how can he do it alone, or even just a doppelganger?

What's more, since the last time, although there is a formation guarding here, the number of people patrolling has still increased by more than one percent. Heavy protection, like a net from heaven to earth, how to break through with the power of only one person?

Staring there, Han Xuanming's eyes were bright, and a cold beam of light suddenly shone brightly, and he had already made up his mind: "An Ge, wait for me, no matter the cost, I will definitely rescue you!"

"There's no way, it seems that it can only be like this!" Looking into the distance, Han Xuanming's eyes became brighter and colder, and some kind of decision had been made in his heart.

"If you want to rescue An Ge, sure enough, you can only start from the end and start from the demon monk!"

Han Xuanming left, did not make a hasty move, hid in the night, and set off to another place in the Jinding Temple.

The green pines are verdant, the old trees are tall, and when the night breeze comes, you can only hear the "rustling" of leaves. The moonlight at night, like water waves, poured down, light as mist, soft as veil.

Here, it is completely a quiet and secluded scenery, and it is solemn.

Here, it is the back mountain of the Jinding Temple, and it is also the place where the abbots and monks of the past dynasties sat on Nirvana.

Surrounded by green pine and ancient trees, there are stupas everywhere, or rather, relics pagodas, in which the Buddha relics of the abbots and monks of the past dynasties are buried.

Without much effort, Han Xuanming came to a pagoda. This tower, which belongs to the end, was built during his lifetime.

Everything still comes from the memories of the previous life.

The pagoda in front of you, made of boulders, with eight eaves and eight corners, stands there majestically, and there is a huge spirit released. Although it is very simple, it is also extremely thick and towering.

This pagoda was built by the end of the day very early, and on the surface, although it was used as a relic, it was used when he passed away after the end of the day. However, in fact, the so-called relics stupa is an out-and-out magic cave.

In the last life, Han Xuanming came here by chance, accidentally stumbled, and broke into it, and the terrifying pictures in it will never be forgotten forever.

It was a vomit-inducing hellish scene!

Rivers of blood flowed and mountains of dead bodies piled up. Countless corpses, some fresh dead, some already decomposing, without exception, all mutilated and soaked in blood.

In the air, a pungent smell, the smell of blood and decay, filled the entire ground, burrowing into the nostrils of people, and reaching the heavens.

Whether it's the taste or the picture, it's all crazy.

Han Xuanming let out a long breath, settled his mind, and approached the magic tower.

At such a time, the night was already dark, and Han Xuanming could be sure that as long as there was no accident, the end would not be in that tower. The experience of his previous life should not deceive him.

Han Xuanming guessed that as long as he could steal the blood lotus from the underground palace, he would definitely be able to give the knot and cause a certain amount of trouble, and maybe he would have a chance to rescue An Ge.

The pagoda is very high, with eight floors, and Han Xuming remembers that on the first floor of the pagoda, in the corner of the east, there is a mechanism.

Walking there, Han Xuanming squatted down and observed carefully.

The stone tower is simple, but there are also some ornamental carvings, the first heavy pedestal of the tower body, carved with a male lion, the shape is mighty and majestic, there is the role of the town guard.

Buddhist classics, with lions to represent the great power, even when the Buddha Shakyamuni was born, he pointed to the sky with one finger and the earth with one finger, making a lion roar to make the beasts subdued.

Then in the faint moonlight, Han Xuanming stretched out his hand and groped towards the lion relief. In his memory, underneath the lion, there was a mechanism that could be turned.

After groping for a long time, Han Xuanming finally touched a small bulge directly below the lion, he clicked his fingertips, absorbed it with internal strength, and gently rotated it to open this mechanism.

"Boom ......"

Behind Han Xuanming, the ground opened, revealing a passage that led to the underground, leading to the demon cave.

Han Xuanming got up, turned his head to look behind him, sighed lightly, and said to himself: "Sure enough, the passage of this underground palace is still there." ”

In the past, Han Xuanming also touched this mechanism by mistake, and that accident allowed him to see the living and bloody picture of hell.

Entering the dungeon, Han Xuanming lit the torch in his hand that had been prepared in advance. With the light of the torches, Han Xuanming went deeper and deeper step by step and walked into the depths of the underground palace.

"Click!", "Click!", "Click!", ......

A cold voice echoed deep underground. The sound of footsteps, bouncing off the wall, returned to Han Xuanming's ears again.

Even if he had already been prepared, listening to the voice, and thinking about the picture he was going to see soon, Han Xuanming at this moment still couldn't help but panic.

The passage spirals downward, and from the deeper places, the cold wind keeps blowing, and the sound of the "whistling" wind is like the cave of hell opening, and the most distant unknown place is the deep darkness.

Inexplicable darkness, symbolizing an unknown catastrophe.

Finally, with another yin wind, there was a pungent smell of blood.

At the moment when the smell wafted in, what Han Xuanming felt was a feeling of spinning the sky, almost unsteady on his feet. He staggered a few steps, clenched his right hand into a fist, and held on to the wall next to him before he could barely stand.

Just in an instant, Han Xuanming's chest turned over and over, and he vomited several times.

I don't know how long it took for Han Xuanming to beat his spirits, ease up with difficulty, and continue to walk down. Finally, after another painful period of perseverance, he came to the bottom of this underground palace.

In front of me, what came to my face was the most tragic blood!

The red light sprayed thin, the blood mist swayed, the fishy smell was tangy, and what filled the air everywhere was a miserable, red, and dazzling horror scene comparable to purgatory.

The crimson blood color accumulates into a deep pool. In the pool of blood, there are some stumps and broken arms. Several heads, the eyes have not yet closed, and in the depths of the eyes, in the pupils, there seems to be a strange light flickering.

The strong desire to vomit in his chest was difficult to suppress, Han Xuanming pressed his chest and felt his heartbeat, which was really violent. On his forehead, cold sweat gushed down like a spring.

Wiping the sweat from his head, Han Xuanming took a deep breath, then spit out a long breath, biting his lower lip with his upper teeth, trying to settle his mind, and looking ahead.

The bright red color is rendered with the blood of many lives, as if there is still a desire to live. The ultimate gorgeous, poignant, and mysterious, revealing a desperate brilliance, the glow of the sun, the blood glittering, as if carved out of blood jade.

The bloody lotus flower, with layers of petals blooming, blooming with the breath of life, spewed out the most vicious and ferocious aura. The blood mist came towards him, as if a vicious beast had formed, and pounced on Han Xuanming.

"Even if you have been prepared for a long time, it is still unimaginable when you really have to face it......"

"Okay, this evil lotus, today, let me destroy it!" At this moment, Han Xuanming made a decision, no longer just stealing it, but destroying it directly. In the next moment, a wave of qi swirled around him, ready to make a move.

Although Han Xuanming can be sure that at this moment, the end should not be in the underground palace. But now, what he doesn't know is that his other doppelganger once sent a little fox to steal Blood Bodhi here.

And it is precisely because of this that the worst accident happened.