The Hopeless Temple is very evil, its origin is not clear, the history is not clear, and finally the temple enters the demon road to become the demon turtle foot town, which is very terrible.

It was after discovering the existence of the Hopeless Temple that the imperial court built the Yiwang Temple and sent Buddhist monks to guard this place and transform this demon temple.

Wang Qilin asked, "Does that have to be done by such cruel means? Can't the people be forbidden to mention the name of the demon temple?"

The old monk smiled: "The mouth of the people is more important than the defense of Sichuan, and the people have not yet opened their minds, and there are always people who are riddled with karma and act wrong." Didn't you give a decree when you were in the imperial court? It's useless! The common people secretly say the name of Kamezu-eup at home and the name of Kamezu-eup in the wilderness, and you say that listening to the circular pattern is an evil art, but if you hadn't listened to the circular pattern exercise, then the Guizu-eup would have been built a great avenue long ago. ”

"Do you know what it will be once the Great Road is built?"

"It can conjure up a new court!"

Wang Qilin asked again: "Then maybe it is okay to change the way and move the people's department out of here?"

The old monk pinched the Buddha beads in his hand and said: "Hum Ma Mi Mi, there are fruits, tea gardens, cultivated fields, and wild things in this mountain, as long as these things are there, then there will be a steady stream of people." If you go to check the county records, you should know that the people in the mountains here have been relocated more than ten times!"

"In addition, the adults love the people like sons, and the old monks admire them, so I will tell you the facts. ”

"There are indeed people in Yiwang Township who practice listening to circular lines, but they are not monks in this temple, and I hope that adults will see it. ”

The last sentence blew Wang Qilin up, and he leaned over and asked, "It's not you who are practicing the circular lines?

The old monk still twisted the Buddha beads and smiled.

Wang Qilin's heart flashed: "It's my colleague Yu Yiwang!"

He thought of the circles on Yu Yiwang's hands and face.

Before, he thought that Yu Yiwang, like Du Cao, had also practiced exercises such as carving god diagrams, tattooing and inviting gods.

In fact, the circular lines on his body are circular lines!

The old monk folded his hands and shouted a Buddha call at him.

Wang Qilin was silent, from the beginning they had gone in the wrong direction, and there was no problem with Yiwang Temple.

Since he heard that the circular pattern had nothing to do with the monks, he stopped asking and asked instead, "Master, I would like to ask you a favor if you can save another person from the Turtlefoot Eup?"

The old monk asked, "This person also entered the turtle foot town tonight?"

Wang Qilin shook his head: "It should have been in for a few days." ”

The old monk groaned and said: "There is still a coffin in the side hall of the small temple, you might as well take his clothes and set up a tomb for him." ”

Wang Qilin smiled bitterly: "We don't lack coffins, Master, we can't hide it, we came to Wangxiang this time just for this person, if he can't be saved, we can't go back to make a difference." ”

The old monk said, "Hum, my lord's face." How can life be born, and how can death be dead? The Buddha asked the shamuns, 'What is human life?' Shamon replied, 'In a few days.'" The Buddha said, 'The Son does not know'. Another shaman replied, 'Between eating and drinking.'" The Buddha said, 'The Son does not know'......"

"Don't say it, Master, we can't just watch him die, besides, didn't you say it too? Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter. Wang Qilin continued to persuade.

The old monk said: "This is true, but people have been swallowed by the turtle foot for a few days, and if the person is terminally ill, the old man has no choice. ”

Wang Qilin asked unwillingly: "Master, you must know that if this turtle foot swallows a person, its cultivation will be stronger, right? If you rescue a person from it, its cultivation will be weakened by one point." ”

The old monk was moved, but still did not agree.

When Xu Da saw that there was a door, he also agitated: "Master, you have to know that the person inside is also an official, if he is swallowed by the turtle foot for some reason, the boss will definitely be blamed." When the time comes, more people will be mobilized to investigate this matter, and there will be more people who will know the name of Kamezu-eup......"

Eight Meow saw that the two of them were chattering at the old monk for a while, and it also came up and squirted with teeth and claws: "Meow meow!"

Wang Qilin gave it a look: "Be respectful to the master!"

Eight meows knelt down with her little hands and squirted......

The old monk brushed his sleeves and said: "Two adults, listen to me, it's not that the old man can't save him when he sees death, but that the old man is really powerless, your friend has been swallowed by the turtle foot for a long time, and has lost his mind, and the old monk will be in danger when he enters." ”

"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell. Xu Da said.

The old monk pinched the Buddha beads and smiled: "Hum Ma Mi Mi, I'm ashamed to say it, the old man's cultivation is not deep enough, and he doesn't want to go to hell, so whoever loves to go to hell will enter it, anyway, the old man won't go!"

At this moment, the top of the old monk's bare head was glowing.

Wang Qilin and Xu Da looked at each other and tried to persuade, and the old monk said: "Two adults, the old man really can't help, but the old man once left a "Buddhist scripture" before he sat down, saying that if anyone can understand this scripture, who can enter and exit the turtle foot as if there is nothing, I can only help you get here." ”

He pronounced the Buddha's name, and after a while, a young monk walked in quickly and respectfully handed over the scriptures.

Wang Qilin glanced at the young man casually, and suddenly felt a shock in his heart: "Master, I once heard that your temple has not been ordained as a new disciple for twenty years......

The old monk bowed his head: "This is true, the old man has been converted to Buddhism for more than 20 years, and he is the baby that my master picked up when he traveled under the mountain." ”

As he spoke, he handed the scriptures out.

Xu Dahu was suspicious: "Such a precious scripture, you said you would give it to us?"

The old monk smiled and said, "This is Lao Gao's manuscript, and each disciple of this temple has one copy." ”

The words on the scripture were twisted and twisted, and Wang Qilin took it and stuffed it into his arms.

Xu Da leaned up and asked in a low voice, "It's like Sanskrit, can you understand it?"

Wang Qilin nodded confidently.

Can read a fart!

He counted on the Creation Furnace to refine this scripture into a practice that he could use, otherwise Jixiang County would have to change the head.

The old monk waved his hand, and the young Zen master took Wang Qilin and a cat away and sent them into a guest room in the front yard.

The room was clean and tidy, only two beds, and nothing else.

Xu Da looked at it and complained: "Yizhuang is more prosperous than here." ”

Wang Qilin hugged Ba Meow to bed: "Then you go to sleep in Yizhuang." ”

As soon as the lights went out, a figure floated outside the house.

Wang Qilin whispered to Xu Da: "Look outside!"

Xu Da was very excited: "There is a bun, female!"

Wang Qilin sneered: "I'm afraid this kind of place is a female ghost!"

"It's okay to have a female ghost, don't make a noise, watch me have fun with it. ”

The figure with the hair in the bun swayed sneakily outside the door a few times, and finally came to the door and gently pushed the door in.

Xu Da, who was hiding behind the door, got up and hugged it—

Xie Toad's voice sounded: "What are you doing?"

Wang Qilin then thought that Taoist priests usually like to tie their hair in a bun......

Xu Da was silent for a moment, and returned to bed in despair.

Although the person who came was Xie Toad's appearance, Wang Qilin thought of the zombie in the coffin that looked similar to himself, so he said vigilantly: "Wait, verify your identity first!"

"Lord Xu's socks are like old salted fish, smelly and hard!"

"That's right, my own people, where did you run away just now, why did you suddenly appear in this temple?"

Xie Toad said: "Lao Dao has already come to the temple, the strange fog appeared before, didn't I say to go to the top of the mountain quickly?"

"I didn't hear you. ”

"I didn't hear that. ”

The two shook their heads together.

Xie Toad was stunned for a moment, and continued: "No wonder I didn't find you two on the mountain later, in short, when I arrived at the mountain, I found that the dense fog covered only the yin side of the mountain, and there was no fog at all on the yang side, and then I saw a group of old monks go up the mountain together, and there are a few people behind the old monk, among them there is an acquaintance, guess who?"

Xu Da touched his chin and said, "Dou Lancao." ”

Xie Toad was stunned: "What do you know?"

Xu Da was also stunned: "I just want to guess a woman, and the woman we know in Yongshui County is Dou Lancao, and I guessed it?"

Xie Toad nodded solemnly: "Yes, you guessed it." But you definitely can't guess my next question, why do you guess Dou Lancao called this group of old monks?"

Wang Qilin was silent for a moment, and said, "Our eldest master came to this temple from Jixiang County just to guess the riddle?

Xie Toad sneered: "I'm sorry, habit becomes natural." ”

"She calls these old monks national teachers!"