Lu Fan paused and looked at her doubtfully: "What do you mean?"
"A monk's robe, bald head, ring scar, and Buddhist beads are not a monk, what else can they be?"
Zhao Wanzi shook his head: "Don't you smell the smell of meat and wine coming from him?"
"The smell of wine and meat is very strong on him. He should have drank Maotai and eaten dog and pig head meat. Moreover, the scar on his head was obviously very unevenly burned..."
"And this situation doesn't only happen to him. It can be said that the temple as a whole does not look like a temple."
She suddenly stopped and looked at Lu Fan: "Do you remember what I told you before, no matter whether it is ghosts or fairies, after they have cultivated to a certain level, they will no longer do trivial things by themselves. They will keep them in captivity.
Group people and lower-level people and help them do these things."
Lu Fan nodded when he heard this. Zhao Wanzi had speculated before that the more than 100 people who died innocently in Nandu should be the living souls used by this new ghost king to control.
"Then what you mean is that this temple and these monks are all..." He suddenly realized.
"Yes."
Zhao Wanzi nodded at him: "Remember Lanruo Temple in A Chinese Ghost Story? Grandma raised two groups of the same kind. One group is dedicated to accompany her and serve her, and the other group."
"Are you recruiting those scholars from outside, luring them into the temple, and then killing them all and devouring their souls?"
Lu Fan was startled when he heard this, and suddenly turned his head to look at the glorious Kaiyuan Temple under the setting sun: "Could it be that this temple, including the monks in the temple, are all fake?"
"They built this place into a temple and transformed their village into a monk, including the well inside. In fact, it was all a deception. Their real purpose was to select supplements for that thing among the many pilgrims and take away their lives.
Soul, but the time to do all this is tonight, at the full moon moment of every month?"
By now, Lu Fan has completely woken up.
"Come on, hurry down the mountain now and come up again at the party to serve them all in one pot!"
As he spoke, he picked up the phone and called Zhao Yuelin: "Check whether the more than 100 people who died came to Kaiyuan Temple on the 16th day of each month on the lunar calendar!"
Just as the two people were going down the mountain.