Yang Zongheng was very puzzled why the good deeds Zen master would give his relics to himself.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the house, followed by a long howl in the air.

It's a Golden Wing.

Didn't this go?

Yang Zongheng was just about to go out, only to hear an exclamation outside the door, boom, Yang Zongheng was knocked away by a gust of wind, and the old ghost and others hurriedly stepped forward to catch Yang Zongheng.

At that moment, Jin Peng grabbed the relics on the table, suddenly turned around in the room and flew out.

Yang Zongheng was shocked, broke away from the old ghost, and was about to follow out.

Suddenly, a light fell on the doorway, and a puff of smoke drowned everyone out.

By the time the smoke cleared, the Golden Wings in the air had long since disappeared.

There is no doubt that the golden body was finally snatched away by the Brahmangara, and it turned out that he did not leave at all, but just let them let down their guard.

Yang Zongheng was very puzzled, how could a Buddha who had already attained the right results of his cultivation snatch the relics of an old monk? There must be an ironclad secret here.

When Shechen learned that his master's relics had been robbed, he couldn't help but sigh Amitabha.

Yang Zongheng was also very depressed, not that it was a pity to lose a treasure, but that after all, the bones of good deeds, people pay attention to entering the earth for peace, and now the golden body of good deeds was robbed in front of him, and he was responsible for what he said.

Be sure to snatch back the bones of the good deeds.

She Chen said to Yang Zongheng: "Yang Tanyue lost the bones of my division. ”

Yang Zongheng nodded guiltily.

"Then ask Yang Tanyue to follow me to the Dizang Temple to apologize in person. ”

Yang Zongheng was stunned: "Isn't the Zen Master of Good Deeds dead?"

"Master's grave is at Jizo Temple. ”

"But I can't leave here, the God Cultivator may come over at some point. ”

"This is not something that the poor monk can control, if Yang Tanyue doesn't go, the poor monk can only apologize to his teacher on the spot. ”

Yang Zongheng was a little speechless, what's going on?

The old ghost said: "Judging from the behavior of Brahmandra and Lei Zhen, I guess the Divine Cultivator Sect will not come so soon, so you can go to the Dizang Temple." ”

Yang Zongheng heard the old ghosts say this, so he had to follow Shechen and leave the Shendu.

Jizoji Temple is a thousand-year-old temple, but this is only a recorded history, and it is said that the reason why the temple was built again for high monks is because there is a remnant of a monument with "Jizoji Temple" written here.

The monks in the Jizo Temple rarely get entangled with Hongchen, unless they encounter a major event related to the survival of the people.

At the beginning, Leizhou Fantasy Land was like this, the Mo family said that the illusion appeared, and I don't know what demons and monsters would appear to poison creatures, so good deeds would bring disciples to come.

It is an indisputable fact that the Dizang Temple has always produced high monks, and no one knows how strong the Dizang Temple is, anyway, he has been standing there for thousands of years, not fighting, not grabbing, not advancing or retreating, guarding a few acres of thin fields in the pure land, quietly as if it did not exist.

Yang Zongheng looked at the somewhat dilapidated temple, which was much smaller than he imagined.

There are only three doors, and the gate is the courtyard, and there is a room similar to the main hall in the middle, which enshrines the vajra to subdue the demons, and the arhat holds the vajra, glaring angrily, and his face is full of hideousness.

Go further inside, the main hall is a little wider, and it is dedicated to the Bodhisattva of the Medicine King, with lowered eyelids and kind eyebrows, looking down on all beings.

The innermost and most magnificent building in the entire Jizo Temple, which is as tall as a two-story building, is dedicated to the Jizo Bodhisattva.

As soon as he walked in, Yang Zongheng was startled, only to see the Jizo Bodhisattva sitting in the middle, his head almost touching the roof, and around him were countless little ghosts, some of those little ghosts were on fire, some did not reveal it, some of them opened their mouths of blood, but their necks were like the tip of a needle, and behind those little ghosts was the laughing Hell Demon King.

Behind the demon king are all kinds of torture in hell, oil pots, disemboweling, tongue pulling, mud plows, and so on.

Those little ghosts, the demon king filled the rest of the hall, and she Chen took Yang Zongheng to pass by the little ghosts, although he knew that it was a statue, Yang Zongheng still felt that those little ghost demon kings seemed to be staring at him, and his back couldn't help sweating.

Eventually, Yang was taken to a cemetery with the inscription "Tomb of Good Deeds." ”

It's just four words, it's simple.

"Am I going to kneel here?" Yang asked.

She Chen glanced at Yang Zongheng and said, "Whatever." ”

Thinking about it, Yang Zongheng still knelt down, after all, to make amends, there must be a look of reparation.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour

"Almost. Yang Zongheng thought to himself, turned his head and saw that there was no one around, and She Chen left without saying a word to himself.

One hour, two hours, and the sky gradually darkened.

"It's time for dinner. Yang Zongheng thought to himself, although he was not hungry, but Shechen had to be polite.

It's not a matter if he always kneels like this.

It was already dark, and it was as if she had disappeared from the world, or she had forgotten him at all.

It's a bit excessive, it's not right for me to lose your master, but it's not what I asked you to give to me, you only blame me, isn't it a little unreasonable. Yang Zongheng was depressed.

It was getting darker and darker, and from time to time there was a wolf howl and tiger howling in the mountains and forests.

Yang Zongheng stood up and slowly re-entered the temple, only three halls that were not like the main hall were lit with faint flames.

The rest of the place was dark, not a single figure could be seen, and the tide in the mountains was surging to the temple, damp and mysterious.

Yang Zongheng bypassed the Dizang Hall and continued to walk forward, he didn't understand why Shechen had to take him through the three halls when there was a path, and the terrifying scenes in the Dizang Hall still came to his mind from time to time, Yang Zongheng couldn't help but shiver.

"What's the matter? There's no one. "Yang Zongheng has already come to the main gate of the temple, and Shechen took him in from here during the day.

Well?

Something isn't right.

When he first came in, he clearly saw that there were monks' rooms about fifty paces on both sides of this Luohan Hall, why is there no one now? Could it be that it is dark and he can't see clearly.

Yang Zongheng frowned and walked to the side, not to mention fifty steps, he had walked more than five hundred steps and had not seen the monk's room he saw during the day.

The point is that he thinks he's gone far enough, but he hasn't touched the walls of Jizo Temple.

Ghost hitting the wall?

It's impossible, this is a temple, what the hell dares to come to the temple to spread wild?

And Yang Zongheng also assured that he was not spinning in place, the three Buddha halls in the distance could be used as a reference, and he had indeed gone far away.

Ahh

Suddenly, bursts of heart-rending cries, the sound of chains and swords colliding, and the sound of reckless laughter penetrated into Yang's ears.

Yang Zongheng couldn't help but feel furious in his heart. This place is so weird, it's better to get out of here.

Curiosity killed the cat. He was not at all curious about the matter of saving his life, although he could almost be said to be dead, but after all, he was still alive, and there was still hope for continuing to live, even if there was a glimmer of hope, but he could not give up.

But the reality still made him give up, and when he just walked out of the gate of the Jizo Temple, he suddenly realized that the terrifying voice was not coming from the direction of the Jizo Temple, and those evil ghosts were alive?

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Zongheng's hair stood up and jumped out of the door at once.

I rub

The scene in front of him made him immediately retreat again.

I saw a hideous-looking vajra arhat standing at the door, looking at him angrily. Isn't this the same Arhat I saw in the Luohan Hall?

Are the statues of Jizoji Temple alive?

What are you doing, playing Museum Night?

Yang Zongheng didn't want to anger that Arhat, and it seemed that the cemetery of good deeds was the safest. When he was about to return the way he came, he suddenly found that the way he came had disappeared, which meant that if he wanted to go back, he could only pass through the three main halls.

Yang Zongheng felt his heart tremble.

I must be dreaming, Yang Zongheng slapped himself hard.

It hurts, it's not a dream, Yang Zongheng is a little desperate.

Maybe it's good for him to get some sleep, and it's good at dawn, Yang Zongheng simply sat down on the spot and closed his eyes tightly.

I heard that it's not scary to see a ghost, the key is not to look at him.

Yang Zongheng has already made up his mind, and no one will open his eyes.

"Yang Zongheng turned out to be you, and you returned my life. A poignant voice came, making Yang Zongheng shudder.

He couldn't help but squint.

I saw a man with a disheveled head rushing towards him with his mouth wide open.

Yang reflexively dodged, and the man's head hit the wall with a "bang", and then rolled up like a ball.

At this time, Yang Zongheng saw the man's face clearly, and it turned out to be Wang Jinfu.

Yang Zongheng was still in shock, only to see Wang Jinfu with a frightened expression on his face, and his head jumped and wanted to flee into the distance.

A gust of wind suddenly swept behind him, and then a hook flew by, hooking Wang Jinfu's head at once.

Wang Jinfu shouted, and the whole head flew back along the hook.

Yang Zongheng hurriedly turned around, only to see two Hell Demon Kings, one carrying half of his body, and his internal organs were dripping on the ground.

One demon king picked up Wang Jinfu's head with two hands, and the other demon king stretched out two fingers and thrust two eyeballs into the ground.

Then they took out knives and pliers, cut off Wang Jinfu's nose and ears, and pulled out his tongue, along with half of the corpse and internal organs, and piled them up in front of Yang Zongheng.

The two demon kings each took out a cigarette and lit it and smoked.

Hell also has cigarettes? This Nima is too, isn't it?

The two demon kings sprayed smoke on Wang Jinfu with every puff, and finally threw the remaining bit into their mouths, chewed and spit in their hands.

Then he began to rub it on top of the pile of meat.

Soon, a complete Wang Jinfu stood intact in front of the Demon King.

"Yang Zongheng, I'll kill you. Wang Jinfu jumped and wanted to pounce on Yang Zongheng.

But he was dragged by the two demon kings to the Jizo Temple.

Yang Zongheng was so frightened that he couldn't move at this time, what kind of place is this, is it that I have already gone to hell?

It was not a way to stay like this, Yang Zongheng stood up with two arms propped up.

Damn, it's a blessing or a curse, and you can't avoid it.

I don't do bad things on weekdays, and I don't feel shocked when I knock on the door in the middle of the night.

Yang Zongheng muttered various aphorisms in his mouth and slowly walked towards Luohan Hall.

The statue of the god on the Luohan Hall had indeed disappeared, and the statue came to life to watch the door, although Yang Zongheng thought that he was used to seeing strange affairs, but he was still a little frightened.

He walked through the Luohan Hall towards the Medicine King Palace, in the three rooms, during the day, the Medicine King Hall could make Yang Zongheng feel a little more at ease.