"Already seen it."

"But he didn't admit it, and he didn't show up later."

Tang Jian guessed: "Maybe it's not the right time. I heard from the uncle that there used to be a Kurong Temple in Liuzhou, but it was later destroyed by the Dali Dynasty. Among the Buddhist monks who came to help him, one of them practiced Kurong.

Miraculously, Kurong Temple may have been secretly rebuilt by Buddhism, and the old tiger might be there."

"Kurei Temple!"

Zhang Heng thought about it for a while.

Although he didn't know what the old tiger had planned or what he was hiding.

The problems that should be faced are always faced.

Do it sooner rather than later.

Now that I've caught up this time, let's go meet him.

Winter winter winter...

Liuzhou is located to the west of Shunzhou.

And within Liuzhou, there is another famous mountain called Bu Tai Mountain.

There is a temple on Butai Mountain, which is called Kurong Temple.

It is said to be the most prosperous time.

There are 80,000 monks and tens of millions of believers in Kurong Temple.

nowadays.

The temple was destroyed and the monks died.

Every night, there will be the lingering ghost of a monk, covered in blood, knocking on wooden fish.

Over time.

Not to mention the mountains and Kurong Temple.

It has become a forbidden area for hundreds of miles, especially at night, when ghost fires and wooden fish sounds alternate, even animals dare not approach.

"It's not dark yet."

"The sky is shrouded in dark clouds. It's night. Isn't it possible that thousands of ghosts are walking at night and crying everywhere?"

Don't fall down the mountain.

Zhang Heng held the little tiger in his arms, listened to the sound of wooden fish in his ears, and asked Tang Jian behind him inexplicably: "Are you sure this is it?"

"probably."

Looking at the ghostly and mist-shrouded Mount Futai.

Listen to the faint sound of wooden fish.

Tang Jian also looked puzzled: "That's what the uncle told me."

"Yes, that's fine."

Zhang Heng was not afraid of the so-called ghosts and ghosts. Instead, he pondered: "Perhaps this is the beginning of Buddhism's wisdom. Everyone can see that the mountain is not a good place, and it is not a good place. It is natural to compare our hearts and rebuild the Buddhist stronghold here."

It’s hard to be spotted.”

Finished.

Zhang Heng took one step forward and reached halfway up the mountain.

Enter the eyes.

The temple on the mountain has long been damaged, and corpses are everywhere, telling that there was a great war here.

Winter winter winter...

Maybe he sensed someone intruding.

The sound of wooden fish in my ears became more and more urgent, and in the darkness, there were faint shadows of people flickering.

Zhang Heng looked at it.

It was discovered that they were all the remnant souls of the monks who died in the war. Their true spirits were not extinguished at all, and they were still wandering around the Kurong Temple doing what they had done during their lives.

Crunch...

Go all the way up.

Zhang Heng ignored the wandering ghosts. Occasionally, evil spirits collided, but Tang Jian easily dealt with them.

Just like that, the two of them reached the main hall on the top of the mountain in a blink of an eye.

Push open the palace door.

What comes into view is a statue of Sakyamuni that was broken and then pieced back together.

Because it is pieced together.

This Buddha statue is full of cracks, and rather than looking compassionate, it gives people a fierce and strange feeling.

Winter winter winter...

There are futons, wooden fish, and Buddhist chimes in the main hall.

Although there seemed to be no one there, the sound of wooden fish continued one after another, as if there was an invisible old monk repenting in front of the Buddha.

certainly.

This is nothing but an illusion.

The truth is that the wooden fish ate the blood of the monk and turned into a spirit.

Even if no one knocks on it, it will make sounds at regular times and at certain points, driving the ghost monks to chant sutras.

"Go to the backyard."

Take a look at the Buddha statue and the futon.

Zhang Heng walked towards the backyard without hesitation.

quiet!

There is an old tree in the backyard.

Looking up, eight ghost monks were sitting on both sides, following an old monk in red to meditate.

brush.

The ghost monks all opened their eyes.

But they did not pounce on Zhang Heng and the other two, but looked at the old monk, as if waiting for him to make a decision.

"well!"

The old monk sighed.

Zhang Heng did not speak.

The little tiger in his arms struggled and fell to the ground, turning into a little girl.

"father?"

Hu Mengmeng looked at all this with tears in her eyes.

well!

The old monk sighed again: "You shouldn't have come today."

Tang Jian looked at Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng was noncommittal: "Why?"

Old monk.

No.

It should be the old tiger, who said with a wry smile: "Because..."

"Because he knows that it is disrespectful to come and go without reciprocating, and the incident in Shunzhou will not be easy to get over."

Six rays of light flashed.

The leader was dressed in gold, and behind him were five old Taoists in purple robes.

Swish, swish, swish...

Four more rays of light.

Four lamas in red descended from the sky and stood behind the old tiger.

"neither..."

Hear the words of the young man in gold.

The old tiger shook his head slightly and whispered to Zhang Heng: "Because... I have always been a member of the imperial court."
To be continued...