Chapter 76: One Monk, One Ghost, One Thought (Part 1)

Dafang Temple was deserted, probably because the temple was haunted. As soon as we entered the Main Hall, there was a cool breeze blowing, and the chilly wind only went into the clothes.

The surrounding windows were covered with window paper, and the dim sunlight poured into the empty hall. The light spots falling on the ground were dotted, showing all kinds of strange and bizarre appearances. They looked like monsters crawling on the ground with their teeth and claws spread out.

The Main Hall is supposed to be a sacred and solemn place, but now it looks like a ghost. No wonder the people who fled are unwilling to come in. There are incense and candles burning in the main hall, but I don’t know where the monks in the temple have gone. Zhu Gan stepped forward to light the incense.

, but bowed slightly, and did not kneel down to kowtow. Wang Chengen wanted to step forward to take it, but was stopped by Zhu Gan with a wave of his hand, and inserted it into the ash basin himself.

Wang Chengen, however, knelt down and offered incense very devoutly, looking very attentive.

Zhu Gan said softly: "Kneel down to the sky, kneel down to the ground, kneel to your father and kneel to your mother. These gods and ghosts are just a way to fool the people to rule. If you really dedicate your life to them, then your life will be in vain. To say that you are a thief."

, maybe they are the real thieves. What they steal is not money, but faith. They can get the worship of good men and women without doing anything."

"These people may be worthy of respect, but the moment they were promoted to the altar, their taste has completely changed. They are condescending, cold and impersonal." Zhu Qian's heart became more and more sad and angry. If he wants to say who is the god in the world of mortals,

It must be a high-ranking emperor.

"Amitabha! The world of mortals is full of suffering. When the benefactor arises, he will have troubles and troubles in the world of emotions. If he uses sharp roots to bravely go straight down physically and mentally, and cultivates to the point where no thought arises, that is his original appearance. Why bother to be attached?" I saw only a blind eye.

The old monk walked out. In the dim hall, his thin body, tattered monk robes, and face as dry as orange peel made him look like an evil ghost dormant in the darkness.

Zhu Gan didn't expect that the old monk would start a Zen conversation with him as soon as he appeared. He sneered in his heart, but didn't say anything. He just looked at him coldly. He wanted to see what the old monk wanted to do.

What kind of fame can you come up with?

Wang Chengen also stood up, standing next to Zhu Qian, his big hands drooping slightly, like a dozing tiger.

Seeing that the two of them didn't say anything, the old monk walked to the incense table alone and started knocking on wooden fish. The sound of "dong-dong-dong" was ethereal and filled with an inexplicable rhythm, which made people feel peaceful.

Zhu Gan walked out of the hall and came in with another baggage in his arms. The baggage was full of silver, and he fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The sun shone on the silver, and the silver light shone, filling the room with brilliance.

The old monk who was meditating with his eyes closed also looked up at Zhu Qian in slight shock, his eyes full of confusion.

I saw Zhu Qian's eyebrows raised at the temples. Although the top of his head was just an ordinary wooden hair crown, it gave off an aura as strong as a mountain, which made people dare not look directly. However, the old monk had a fearless face and clasped his hands.

Shi Dao: "An ordinary mind is the way, and the direction of interest is good. When you arrive at Guli, you should be down-to-earth and open-minded. The round Tutuo is a solitary and dangerous cliff, and you don't have any knowledge at all."

The old monk took two steps forward, bowed again and said: "This layman, you are in trouble." After saying that, he bent down, collected all the money, and also took out an ingot, using only the words in his mouth.

With the few remaining teeth, he bit hard and confirmed that it was the silver, with a smile on his face.

The dried orange peel-like face smiled at this time, which reminded Zhu Gan of chrysanthemums, and his heart was full of evil thoughts. However, the old guy's behavior did not make Zhu Gan feel disgusted, and instead looked at him jokingly.

, waiting for what he has to say.

The old monk held a large pile of silver in his arms, turned around the Main Hall, and headed towards the backyard.

"This old guy is really thick-skinned." Since the monk of Dafang Temple accepted his money, Zhu Gan was no longer polite and led the horse out to the backyard. The large-scale Dafang Temple was in ruins.

, there are quite a lot of wing rooms, Zhu Gan found an elegant and clean place with good scenery, where he opened the window and could just see the tall tower in the distance.

The moment he entered the hospital, he felt someone peeping in the tower, and the person was a woman. Later he raised his head and looked. Although the distance was far away, after observing the sun in the early morning, his eyesight was greatly improved, and he could

I saw a vaguely graceful figure.

After everything was settled, Zhu Gan walked out of the house and saw Wang Chengen waiting. Wang Chengen originally planned to help, but Zhu Gan refused. He was no longer Zhu Youjian. He preferred to do these small things by himself. This was not because Zhu Qian was being pretentious, but because Zhu Gan refused.

It is precisely because he persists in these small things that he can not slack off in big things, which can be regarded as a disguised motivation for himself.

I bought so much sesame oil money for Dafang Temple. At noon, a green-headed novice brought me delicious vegetarian food. After eating, I went for a walk in the mountains. I wanted to see the sunset before coming back, but the scenery of the sunset

However, I had traveled too much on business than before, and I was afraid of destroying the beautiful expectations I had for Riluo in my heart, so I returned to Dafang Temple.

Night has come, and the night in the mountains is so dark that it feels like the sky has collapsed. You can't see your fingers. The autumn mosquitoes are also full of poison, and one bite can cause a big bite. But staying in this quiet mountain, lying on the bed, Zhu

Qian's heart also became unusually peaceful.

The red-coated army was fighting everywhere, thinking about the next move, and all kinds of calculations had calmed down at this moment, and they just wanted to enjoy this tranquility.

After calming down, the sounds of frogs and insects in his ears gradually became clearer. Listening to the natural sounds of nature, Zhu Qian put on his clothes and fell asleep in a daze.

Wow! Suddenly there was a harsh cry, which made Zhu Gan's body tense up, and he jumped up from the bed. The dagger hidden in his cuff was already in his hand, and his eyes narrowed into a straight line, alert that he would immediately attack if there was any danger.

Pounce on it.

Wow! That sound came from behind the wall of the wing again. It was the back mountain of Dafang Temple. There was a large virgin forest with towering trees. After listening carefully for a while, I relaxed. I guess it was the night owl behind the forest.

The cry is as terrifying as the cry of a baby.

But gradually Zhu Gan noticed something was wrong. The screams were too frequent. Zhu Gan stood up and pushed open the door. He glanced at Wang Chengen who was standing aside and said softly: "Is there anything unusual?"

Wang Chengen's face was unusually solemn: "Your Majesty, it's better to leave here as soon as possible. Your Majesty's body of gold must not be easily put in danger!"

Zhu Gan shook his head: "How many times do I have to tell you, don't call me your majesty again before I establish the Ming Dynasty again. I think back then Taizu Chengzu dared to travel around the world with a sword to punish evil and eradicate evil. Now, now

I am an unworthy descendant, and I am surrounded by masters like you. If I am careful, how can I conquer such a huge empire again?"

Wang Chengen wanted to persuade him a few more words, but when the words came to his lips, he did not say them out. Suddenly, a white shadow flashed past in front of the yard. Zhu Gan had already chased him out. Wang Chengen followed Zhu Gan slowly.

, followed towards the white shadow.

Bai Ying's speed was too fast. He chased him far to the edge of the forest. Bai Ying suddenly disappeared into the forest. Zhu Gan sneered and motioned to Wang Chengen to look around. He saw cemeteries one after another beside the forest, like

There are mass graves and mottled tombstones standing everywhere.

The handwriting on the tombstones has been eroded and mottled by wind and clouds, and it is difficult to see what words were written on them. It is obvious that these cemeteries have been around for several years.

There are several green and blue will-o'-the-wisps floating on the cemetery. At first glance, they look like a few blue eyes, which are breathtaking, with a kind of contempt and disdain, as if they are looking at an ant.

The mountain breeze blows, mixed with a strange fragrance, the fragrance is as tangy as a musk deer, and goes straight into the nostrils. It is itchy as if it is indistinguishable from the real thing. I can't help but reach out and touch it, but there is nothing at the nostrils. Suddenly, there is nothing.

It felt very dry and hot, and when I touched it it was wet and I started to bleed from my nose.

"What is this?" Zhu Gan looked at Wang Cheng'en and said.

Wang Chengen shook his head and said: "It's very strange. It is probably a phantom medicine from a certain cult. I believe that with your Majesty's perseverance, this phantom medicine will not be able to do anything to Your Majesty."

Wang Chengen would never make a mistake. After listening to his words, Zhu Gan felt a little calmer. There are many things in these ancient things that cannot be explained by modern science. As for him traveling to the Ming Dynasty, that is even more incredible, but he never thought about it.

It was just something done by a powerful person, but now that this weird atmosphere was created, Zhu Qian was slightly frightened, and everything in his heart burst out.

"I died miserably. I had no food to eat, no clothes to cover my body, and I was buried in such a place after my death. Who can help me? Woo! Woo!" The voice was pitiful, and the cry penetrated the heart, making people feel sad.

, there will be deep sympathy in my heart.

Zhu Qian's heart moved. Although the voice was crying miserably, it was actually a female ghost. He had heard about A Chinese Ghost Story countless times and was very interested. Instead, he immediately dismissed the distracting thoughts in his heart and eagerly wanted to see her.
Chapter completed!