The twilight cicadas are poignant, and the sun is at dusk.

The last rays of the setting sun are fading.

And the afterglow is fading and fading, when it recedes, it is illuminated by a stone stele, the broken stone stele stands obliquely in the withered vines, the pale blue stele body, moss-covered with moss, mostly cracks, through the tangled vines, it is faintly visible that there are three vague words engraved on it - "Fulin Temple!"

It is another ancient temple.

It's a pity, this ancient temple is broken and ruined, only a foundation can be seen, as for the Buddhist temples have mostly collapsed, even the bronze bell that is half a person high and low are rusted and mottled, into a few pieces of ash; a lot of grass and tree rhizomes on the ground are half-exposed on the ground like twisted strange snakes, arched out from under those roof tile fragments, the thick root system is intertwined and entangled, like human arms, and there are many vigorous old trees, and the vines hang down from the huge canopy, grotesque and weird.

"Euro Europe ......"

In the dark forest, rabbits and foxes haunt, night owls open their mouths, and in a trance, there seem to be countless ghosts hiding in the shadows, waiting for the last trace of detour to disperse.

Looking at the ruins in front of them, the group was all a little uncomfortable.

Only Su Hongxin walked in casually.

When I stepped on it, there was already a thick layer of rotten leaves on the ground, exuding a burst of peculiar smell, and coupled with yesterday's heavy rain, the water traces in the leaf shell had not dried, and it felt like stepping on the rotten meat.

No matter how bold the six servants behind them and Chen Lao Rao were, it was inevitable that they would be stunned at this moment, their scalps would be numb, and they would regret coming with them. In addition, there was a hint of cold from Yintang from time to time, and their hair never went down along the way.

"Childe, what are we doing here?"

Mr. Chen asked worriedly.

Su Hongxin said lightly: "Didn't you say that these monks disappeared overnight, you have to find out the reason, not to mention, you plan to spend the night in the mountains?"

A few people wandered around in the ruins, the grass and trees in it grew wildly, and it was not easy to find a Buddhist hall where they could stay, thinking that many mountain beasts had stayed here, and the air was filled with the smell of beast feces, as well as the smell of earth.

The roof tiles fell a lot, revealing a few large holes, and when they saw the statues of the gods enshrined in the hall, some people seemed to be startled and exclaimed.

Look closely, but see that it is a clay statue with angry eyes and a hideous face, sitting on the lotus platform, covered in gray and ugly, only one of the two eyeballs remains, and the other is hollow, with broken arms and stumps, most of them have been a long time, and the gold paint on the whole body is peeling off, and the wind and rain have struck, so that the mud statue is damaged.

This is a Fudo King.

But now it looks more like a demon and a demon, Shura Yaksha, so it's not terrifying.

After a little tidying up, a bonfire was lit, and a few people sat down around the fire, eating the food and drinks they bought.

But in the distance, the last light of the sky dimmed.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha horn sounded suddenly.

A few people beside the fire were all pulling out their knives in their hands, and even Chen Laoqi took out his family's ancestral pig-killing knife, his body trembled, and he looked at the source of the sound tremblingly.

At this glance, Chen Laoqi's old face was pale, so he almost didn't cry, and the six servants were also colorless, and his lips were pale.

I saw an old monk sitting under a tree outside the Buddha hall, wearing a robe, with snow hair and white eyebrows, sitting cross-legged.

But this monk's chest was empty, a bloody hole, ragged clothes and chest, blood stained the monk's robes red, and exposed ribs, the left rib was empty, no clothes, no flesh and blood, only bloody white bones.

The old monk proclaimed the Buddha's name, full of peace and compassion, but it was only half of his face, and the other half, the muscles without face kept pulling, his cheekbones were white, and his eyes were a bloody hole, and the people who watched couldn't help but gasp.

Several errand servants and Chen Laoqi were so frightened that their heads were almost buried in the crotch of their pants, and they were all busy wiping the blood marks of Yin Tang, but they heard Su Hongxin laugh and said: "Don't bother, my blood is covering your yang fire, how about it?"

The six officers nodded busily, but they were so frightened that they didn't even dare to speak.

Su Hongxin ate and drank wine and food, and said with a casual smile: "What is there to be afraid of, as the saying goes, people don't do bad things, and they are not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night, speaking of which, this person's heart is much more terrible than ghosts!"

Old man Chen was so frightened that he almost jumped up. "Hey, son, don't talk about it, don't talk about people during the day, don't talk about ghosts at night, can't say it, can't say it, don't commit taboos......"

Su Hongxin smiled, then turned his head to look at the old monk, and snorted coldly: "Get out of Lao Tzu!"

The next moment, the monk under the tree was gone, and the Buddha name was scattered.

The seven of them all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this.

"This monk's resentment has not dissipated, what disappeared out of thin air, it is clearly a horizontal death, it seems that the monks in these ancient temples should probably be killed!"

Su Hongxin's tone was quiet.

His eyes suddenly froze, and the others were also suddenly in their hearts, only around the fire, a pair of feet fell suddenly, and then hung in the air, swaying, bits and pieces of red splashed down the feet, ticking into the fire.

The monk's feet, monk's robe, white socks, and a long tongue.

When I looked up, I saw a monk hanging on the roof, a pair of eyes seemed to be stained with blood, full of blood, and what was even more strange was that the rope between the monk's neck, one section was on it, and the other end was hanging straight in the air.

The sudden scene scared the seven people into screaming, and the fart and urine rolled back, only Su Hongxin took a few looks with interest. He ate meat and drank wine slowly, raised his hand and swept his arm, and the monks above everyone's heads immediately dispersed like smoke.

"There is a lot of resentment here, and what you see is just an illusion!"

This time after another, the seven were still a little frightened.

"Fake?"

Su Hongxin shook his head.

"Not exactly, at least these people's deaths should be real, because of their resentment, you will hallucinate, in fact, it is better to recreate the scene when they died, I'm sure there are a lot of people who died here!"

He got up as he spoke, pulled out the soul knife with his backhand, and walked to the tree where the old monk was before, it was an old wood, the mouth of the bowl was thick and thin, vigorous and straight, and the surface texture was undulating and winding like a dragon snake.

But the strange thing is that this knife is cut down, as if it hit a living person, and a lot of dark red blood stains were splashed out of the tree, and the blood flowed for a while, and the people who watched were stunned.

Su Hongxin frowned, he couldn't imagine that this ancient temple of Buddhism would turn into a place of evil, but he was afraid that there was another hidden secret.

At this time, outside the Buddha hall, it was dusty, and it was ethereal, but in the blink of an eye, the temple was already located outside, and the incense was in full bloom.

A little monk with delicate skin and flesh stood outside, folded his hands and said:

"Donor, but do you want to complain?"