looked at the little monk who appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Su Hongxin's eyelids lifted, and as far as he could see, the ruins of the ruins were ruins a moment ago, but now it was only as if it was covered by a touch of mist and dust, like a wind, this ancient temple has changed its appearance.

It's like time is against the current, the vermilion wall stands high, the green tile Lingyun, the Buddhist hall that has collapsed rises from the ground, the wing rooms are built side by side, the mud Buddha reshapes the golden body, the incense burner is stable, and the sandalwood is curled up, like a silk wisp, and the fragrance is clear and audible.

This is full of dead vines, the ruins of rabbits and foxes and white bones, in the blink of an eye, it is already a reappearance of the peak of incense in the past, and the roots of plants and trees that break out of the ground under their feet are quickly retracted like strange snakes, revealing the true color of the bluestone ground.

Not only that, but in the empty and dead ancient temple, there were suddenly many sounds of chanting, wooden fish ringing, Sanskrit chanting, just like the monks were doing evening classes.

A bizarre and bizarre scene, even Su Hongxin felt a chill down his spine when he saw it.

Really.

Then he saw monks coming and going in the courtyard, holding scriptures in their hands, in groups of threes and twos, talking and laughing, nothing unusual.

Su Hongxin looked at the little monk again, looked at the other party's immature white little face, and said flatly: "Okay!"

The seven He in the Buddha hall had seen such a terrifying scene, and they were so frightened that they only hid behind Su Hongxin like chicken cubs, and then looked at the extra Buddha halls and temples with frightened faces.

The little monk smiled: "Please come with me!"

Su Hongxin followed him, and the rest followed him, and when he waited until the wing room in the backyard, the monk folded his hands and said, "Wait a minute, donors, and I'll send some food." ”

Watching the little monk walk away, Su Hongxin turned around and walked into the wing room, where the mattress was neat, the room was neat and clean, and there was a big word "Zen" written on the wall.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, I heard two crisp sounds, and saw that in the errand service, there was a blue-faced man who first looked at him with a blank look, and then slapped himself twice in frenzy, he "pounced" and knelt, and begged Su Hongxin: "It's the villain who doesn't know Taishan, and he collided with Gongzi before, and I hope that Gongzi will not worry about a few of our brothers!"

I'm afraid that I was frightened by the unprecedented scene in front of me.

Several other people also came back to their senses, and they fell to their knees one after another, kowtowing and begging, and their hearts were about to regret at this time.

In this world, what rules and etiquette do you want to talk to ordinary people, eighty percent of them have to be heard and forgotten, but if you mention the words of ghosts and gods, then it is more taboo than what saints say, right now, how can these servants still have doubts about Su Hongxin's methods.

Chen Laoqi on the side was shocked and suspicious.

"Childe, what's going on?"

Su Hongxin first asked a few people to get up, then looked at everything around him that was extremely real, pondered for a moment, thought about it, and then said, "It's a little strange!"

He seemed to be talking to himself.

"The previous ruins have been seen, it stands to reason that all this in front of me is not real, then these monks are not ghosts or ghosts, but it's strange, I can't see any clues, as if these are real. ”

"And those monks, it seems, ......"

At this time.

"Bang bang bang!"

"The donor's meal is here!"

The little monk from before came over again, carrying the food box hard.

"What do you call the little master?"

Su Hongxin asked casually.

"Little monk!"

After the little monk finished speaking, he went straight and left.

Only Su Hongxin was left thoughtful.

"I've heard people say before, it's strange that people die, many times, those dead souls don't know that they are dead, they will keep repeating what they did in life, this temple is full of weirdness, it seems that it has undergone great changes, and it is still in an instant, it is estimated that some people have not had time to react, they have died, what is going on here?"

As soon as he said that, he strode towards the chanting sound, and took the "Soul Breaking Knife" in his arms, it was not his habit to wait until he wanted to know the answer, he preferred a direct way.

"Childe, what are we going to do?"

Chen Laoqi asked in shock.

Su Hongxin laughed and said: "Of course, I want to ask what is going on, see what kind of trick this is, if it's good, it's fine, if it's evil, then ...... Hey hey ......"

The killing intent has long been undisguised.

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly, I heard that the Buddha's horn rose again.

Several people were shocked, this is really ghostly.

The voice fell, at the end of the backyard, I saw a side room suddenly opened two doors, inside, an old monk sat upright, was sitting cross-legged on Putian meditating, it was the old monk before, but now, he was dressed in clean monk clothes, calm and compassionate, how could there be the previous terrible ghost look.

In front of him was a wooden fish, as big as a watermelon, and a drum hammer like a fist, in the hands of the old monk.

"Old monk Xuyun, dare to ask what the donor is called?"

Su Hongxin smiled strangely. "I thought you were going to hide again, I didn't want to take the initiative to show up to see me, as for the name, you don't know it, do you know the purpose of my here?"

The old monk was still sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"I already know it in my heart!"

"Just know, just say it!"

"Okay, but before that, I hope the donor promises me one thing?"

"Say!"

The two of you said a word, and I saw Su Hongxin slowly rubbing the blade of the knife.

The old monk said again: "Please also ask the donor to help the disciples in the temple to liberate!"

Su Hongxin didn't know why.

"Relief?"

"If you don't see through it, are you going to let me expose the deaths of those monks?"

The old monk's figure slowly floated up, floating in mid-air, and continued: "Fei Ye, I want the donor to surpass them!"

Su Hongxin was stunned when he heard this, and then looked at the old monk with strange eyes, and sneered.

"Old monk, I'm afraid you're not making things difficult for me? Isn't that the practice of Buddhism and Taoism, don't you think I'm short-haired, so you think I'm a monk? However, it's a pity that you guessed wrong, I'm a rough person and don't understand these methods!"

I didn't want the old monk to say the next sentence, but it surprised him even more.

Although the donor was full of ferocious and evil spirits, he was pregnant with Buddhist relics and was upright, so he deliberately appeared to see him. ”

Su Hongxin looked at him.

"Buddhist relics?"

He subconsciously took out something from his arms, wrapped in yellow silk, which was the scripture.

"The Lotus Sutra!"

He took the scriptures.

"That's what you're talking about?"

The old monk glanced at it and nodded.

Su Hongxin grinned.

"Do you know what this book of mine is?"

"Yes!"

The old monk nodded again.

"Although their souls are still alive, they are trapped here all year round, and they can only repeat what they did in life over and over again, not to live or die, and to keep suffering.

Su Hongxin's eyes narrowed when he listened.

"Okay, tell me what you know!"

The old monk's figure floated straight out and fell in front of Su Hongxin like the wind.

"More than a year ago, a person came to Yishan, and ......"