When everyone looked, they saw Monk Yizhen staggering with an iron broom, although his steps were slightly vain, but his complexion had improved. When he walked to Lingqiu and the others, he knelt on the ground and cried bitterly: "Master Abbot, Guanyin Longxiang Temple has not been hit hard for a hundred years, and the temple has been killed by gangsters and thieves, and my master, my master is also ......" said, crying silently.

Lingqiu and the others hurriedly stepped forward to help Monk Yizhen, and when he calmed down a little, they asked in detail about the incident. Monk Yizhen said that someone claimed to be the prince of Xu came to snatch the picture book and killed the monks in the temple, and how Wu Shijiu and the fat master came to the rescue, Lingqiu sighed: "As the donor said, the old man blamed these two little donors. As he spoke, he walked in front of Wu Shijiu and the fat man, and gave a deep salute: "The old man blames Master Wu Shi and Zhuge Donor, and I am deeply ashamed." ”

Wu Shijiu and the fat man hurriedly returned the salute, saying that it was not in the way, the truth was clear, the misunderstanding was solved, and the top priority was to properly bury the monks killed in the temple first.

Wu Shijiu turned around and wanted to look for the old man just now, and looked around, but he didn't find the figure. The monks of Shaolin Temple were busy burying the dead monks, and no one paid attention. The abbot of Lingqiu walked up to Wu Shijiu and whispered: "That donor has already left, he is out of the same door with you, and he will be able to see you again in the future." ”

Wu Shijiu nodded, thinking that since the old man knew the innate twelve forms, he might have a lot to do with Mr. Bai Yun. Although he was taught for a long time, he felt sorry for him.

The abbot of Lingqiu said again: "The old man happened to pass by here, and he originally wanted to come to visit Master Wansi, but he didn't want to encounter this catastrophe, and he had some misunderstandings with the two donors, and he was ashamed. The affairs here are handled by the Shaolin monks, and the two donors still have a heavy responsibility, so please do it. If the donor has something to ask for in the future, as long as it does not violate the law and the chivalrous way, the Shaolin Temple is willing to listen to the donor's dispatch to show the old man's apology. ”

As he spoke, he took out a bronze bookmark from the sleeve of his robe and handed it to Wu Shijiu: "With this bookmark, the whole Shaolin Temple can act according to orders." ”

Wu Shijiu saw that the bookmark was engraved with eighteen Arhats, with different postures, and knew that it was an extremely important token, so he hurriedly excused himself, but the things handed out by the abbot of Shaolin Temple, how could there be a reason to take it back......?

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked on the ass by the fat man: "This madman is full of nonsense again, the master is a monk who holds precepts, what good wine and good meat! ”

Wu Shijiu stuck out his tongue, made a big red face, and was busy explaining, the abbot of Lingqiu smiled and said: "Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, I heard that the little donor is from the world nine hundred years later. Immediately, he said: "Since Master Wansi said that the secret in this wooden box is related to the lives of the world, I hope that the donor will do his best, if you need the help of Shaolin Temple, just ask for it." ”

A few people said a few more polite words, Wu Shijiu and the fat man said goodbye to Monk Yizhen and the monks of Shaolin Temple, went out of the temple gate, and went straight to Zhao Jinggong Temple.

There are many temples in Chang'an, the area of Changle Fang in the city, there are temples all over the place, each temple invites famous painters to paint to attract pilgrims, the incense is prosperous, you can afford to invite Wu Daozi this kind of everyone. Bodhi Temple's "Ritual Bone Immortal Picture" and Guangzhai Temple's "Transformation of the Three Witches" are all masterpieces.

Zhao Jinggong Temple was funded by King Ning at that time, and the royal Buddhist hall was naturally full of incense. At that time, Wu Daozi's "Hell in Disguise" mural is the pinnacle of his life, because it is too realistic, King Ning was scared to a serious illness, but Zhao Jinggong Temple was famous because of this, there was an endless stream of pilgrims, people burned incense and worshiped the Buddha to give wealth and silk, in order not to fall into the hell of all catastrophes after death.

But the good times did not last long, with the fall of the Tang Dynasty, Chang'an City experienced wars, the change of dynasties, to the Northern Song Dynasty, Zhao Jinggong Temple has long been dilapidated. Even the two stone lions in front of the door were cut off half of their heads, and the mountain gate was even more vermilion paint peeling off, mottled and ruined.

As the twilight grew, the fat man and Wu Shijiu came to the outside of the temple wall and changed into night clothes. When they came to knock on the door during the day, there was no answer inside, so the two decided to visit Zhao Jinggong Temple at night.

The walls of the temple were not high, so the two of them looked around, jumped over the wall and fell into the courtyard. It is a huge temple, the surroundings are quiet, there are no lights, and the fallen leaves on the ground have accumulated a thick layer.

The two of them walked along the corridor inside, and in the darkness they saw that the skin of the surrounding walls was peeling off, some of the walls had collapsed in half, and there were traces of burning, obviously this century-old temple was not spared from the war, and I don't know if the "Hell in Disguise" is still intact now.

After walking in for a cup of tea, a little light came from the courtyard in front of me, illuminating the front a little more transparently. The fat man slowly pulled out his double knives and slowed down, and after walking a few more steps, he could faintly hear someone crying and screaming, but the sound was empty and empty, not like it came from the temple, but more like it came from another world.

The two of them stopped, stood in the dark and listened for a while, and suddenly Wu Shijiu felt the wooden box in his hand vibrate, and then moved again. At first, he didn't pay attention, until the wooden box vibrated for the third time, and Wu Shijiu realized that something was wrong.

"Senior brother......" Wu Shijiu grabbed the fat man and whispered in his ear: "This wooden box seems to be moving?" The fat master reached out and touched it, and the wooden box was shaking in Wu Shijiu's hand.

"It's weird, but have rats or bugs crawled in?"

"It's impossible, let's come out of the Guanyin Dragon Elephant Temple, all the way here, I haven't opened it yet. ”

A gust of night wind blew, the sound of screaming and wailing faintly came, coupled with the inexplicable vibration of the wooden box, the two of them invariably shivered together. At this time, there was a light in the courtyard in front of him, and an old voice said: "I can't imagine that decades later, there will be distinguished guests visiting, good and good." ”

As the light came, Wu Shijiu only felt that the amplitude of the wooden box in his arms was greater, and when he heard someone talking, both of them were stunned, it turned out that there were still people living in this dilapidated temple. Seeing that his whereabouts were exposed, the fat man was about to answer, when he suddenly found that in the darkness beside him, two green rays of light shot over, accompanied by a slight wheezing sound, and then he heard a "sonorous" sound of mountain rocks knocking, and a gust of wind hit his face.

The fat man touched the two knives in his hand, splashing a few sparks, although the light flashed away, but the two of them could see clearly, it seemed to be a leopard that pounced over, with a huge head, thick limbs, and a number of tails faintly dragging behind him. The fat man didn't have time to think about it, and slashed at the leopard with a wave of his double knives, but he didn't know that the two knives in the dark were all cut into the air, and the leopard disappeared into the darkness without a sound.

Wu Shijiu and the fat man were vigilant back to back, the fat man rubbed the double knife again, and a little light flashed in the dark, which frightened him suddenly, it turned out that the leopard's huge head was in front of him, he hurriedly raised the knife and flirted with his backhand, but it was empty.

At this time, Wu Shijiu had already taken out the fire fold from his arms, and lit it in the wind, so that the two of them could see the surrounding environment clearly. But I saw the leopard squatting not far away and tilting its head to look at them, its tail swaying slowly, and the two roughly counted that the leopard actually had five tails.

At this time, the previous man said: "Shi Sheng, don't mess around and scare your guests." ”

It's strange to say, when the leopard heard someone talking, he stood up, followed the sound, and didn't forget to look back at Wu Shijiu and the fat man after taking two steps.

I only listened to the man: "Don't panic, this beast has been with me for many years, and it doesn't hurt people, but he just loves to play with people." After a pause, he said: "The two of you have come from afar, you might as well go to the main hall to talk about it." ”

Fat Ye and Wu Shijiu boldly walked into the courtyard gate, and saw an old monk wearing a gray monk's robe and carrying a lantern standing in front of a large hall, this old monk looked old, his sparse white beard fluttered on his chest, his face was full of wrinkles, his eye sockets were deep, his cheeks were thin, and his cheekbones were high and raised. The leopard walked over and gathered around him to rub against him, looking very intimate. It's just a mouth, but it makes a "sonorous" sound of stones hitting each other, which sounds quite strange.

Seeing that the two of them came closer, the old monk turned around and entered, and the fat man and Wu Shijiu followed into the main hall, and they felt a yin wind blowing in their faces, and the screams and cries that they heard just now were clearer. Both of them were stunned, not daring to go any further.

There is a golden statue of the Buddha in the main hall, surrounded by powerful warriors and kings on the left and right, the old monk saw that the two were stunned on the ground, and said with a faint smile: "Everyone in the world says that Zhao Jinggong Temple is haunted, but in fact, there are ghosts in their hearts, and they dare not look at the image of purgatory in this world." ”

The fat man clenched his fists and arched his hand and said: "Fenghuo Hall Zhuge is cold-hearted, and Wu Shijiu came here late at night, so there is a lot of disturbance. We wanted to visit during the day, but we knocked on the door and no one answered. ”

The old monk said: "Zhao Jinggong Temple has long been closed to visitors, so even if there are occasional pilgrims to ask during the day, the old monk only knows what to do." Every day, only this stone student accompanies the poor monk to spend his days. As he spoke, he touched the leopard's head: "This thing came to the temple a few years ago, and it didn't go for a few days, but for some reason it was very close to me, just because its cry was like the sound of a mountain stone hitting, and the poor monk named it Shisheng." ”

Wu Shijiu said: "Shi Sheng, this name is quite cute. Can I touch it?"

"Stone is mild-tempered, earthy, honest and steady, and the donor is close to it. ”

Wu Shijiu leaned down and touched the leopard's head, only to feel that his hands were soft, and it just lowered its head obediently and let people stroke it.

The fat man smashed Wu Shijiu with his elbow, signaling him not to be playful, and said, "Haven't asked the senior monk for advice?"

"The poor monk is not silent, and he is the twenty-first abbot of this temple. ”

"We've seen Master Bumo, we just want to come and watch Mr. Wu Daozi's "Hell in Disguise", please forgive the next two for taking the liberty. ”

"Amitabha, good, good. It is rare that there are still people in the world who remember this legendary mural, for hundreds of years, Chang'an City has been in war several times, if it were not for the desperate protection of the monks in the temple, this painting may have been destroyed long ago, and no longer exists. Since you two want to see it, please come with me. With that, Master Bumo walked out of the main hall with the lantern and came to the courtyard wall.