Yueshan Temple is located on a mountain called Jinwu Mountain in Yuen Long District.

When the car drove to the foot of the mountain, he contacted Jin Jishou and said that he was still halfway up the mountain.

"Listen." Nangong Xiaoseng emphasized repeatedly: "Sara, before we arrive, you must not act rashly! No matter what, wait until we arrive, then take action!"

Jin Jishou's methods were too terrible. He was really afraid that when he went up the mountain, he would completely kill the entire Yueshan Temple.

"knew."

Then he hung up the phone. After saying this in a very unlucky voice, Nangong Xiaoshou had no choice but to feel at all. Jin Jishou, who is the one who can be obedient and obedient?

"Let's go! Let's go up the mountain as soon as possible!"

Although Yueshan Temple is located in the deep mountains, it seems that the incense has always been very prosperous because of its effectiveness.

When Jin Jishou arrived at the top of the mountain, he had already seen this ancient temple from afar. Due to the donation from some local wealthy families, this temple covers a large area, with more than 500 monks in the temple. On the way up the mountain, he also met many pilgrims. After chatting with them, he learned that the abbot of Yueshan Temple was named Master Kongjie. Master Kongjie is a Taoist monk. The residents nearby are very convinced of the abbot of Kongjie. In addition, the master is kind to others and has a good communication ability. A lot of donations for incense money were raised by this master.

When I arrived at the entrance of the temple, several monks were sweeping the floor there. At this time, I saw Jin Jishou coming, and one of the young monks came up to give a gift and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha. This donor, this temple has been closed. If you want to come to burn incense, please be early tomorrow."

Jin Jishou smiled coldly and said, "Get out."

"Donor," the monk was very well-educated and did not get angry at all: "Yueshan Temple will no longer receive pilgrims after 8 o'clock every night. This has always been the case. If the donor really has the heart to worship Buddha piously, it is still fine if he comes again tomorrow. I think the Buddha will not blame him..."

Jin Jishou was not in the mood to talk nonsense with these monks. He suddenly walked forward, grabbed the monk's neck, and raised it high, revealing a trace of ferocious look: "Noisy bald donkey, I have given you a chance. If you want to be saved, you might as well ask the Buddha for help. I see if he comes to save you!"

In this world of horror movies, what is the meaning of the existence of gods and Buddhas? Jin Jishou doesn’t care about gods and Buddhas at all!

"Stop!" The monks next to him immediately changed their color and ran over immediately. One of them went into the temple to call someone.

There were three or four monks surrounding Jin Jishou, all of whom were in their thirties. One of the monks said angrily: "Donor, please let go of Junior Brother Kong Zen! Although the monks in Yueshan Temple are devoted to my Buddha and are compassionate, they will never tolerate bullying!"

Jin Jishou sneered and said, "My purpose is very simple. Who is the monk who moved here from Kongshan Temple? Just call out the other party. I have something important to ask him, otherwise, I don't mind the bloody slaughter of your Yueshan Temple!"

Jin Jishou didn't take these monks seriously at all. Not to mention just a few ordinary monks, even the monks of Shaolin Temple could kill them like slaughtering pigs and dogs. If it weren't for the little monks of Nangong, he would have killed these people completely, so how could he still talk nonsense to them!

Then, Jin Jishou threw the monk he was pinching in his hand and hit the other monk. Then, he walked towards the temple gate. After thinking about it, the role he was going to play was determined to be whitewashed. With Nangong Xiaoshou's repeated instructions, he did not kill him.

When he walked into the temple, no matter who came to stop him, it would be useless.

Many monks came out to stop him, but as a result, he hit these people with three punches and two kicks, and even many people vomited blood. In fact, these people should be glad that they met the "punisher" Jin Jishou, but they were only injured, and they were extremely lucky.

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly a loud Buddha's name sounded, and then Jin Jishou suddenly looked forward with his eyes.

It was an old monk wearing a brocade cassock who walked out of the Buddhist temple behind with a group of older monks.

The old monk looked at least seventy or eighty years old, but he still looked very tough.

"Donor, I don't know how my disciples offended the donor. You have such a big fight? Moreover, I sensed that you have the aura of "unclean things" on your donor, and I am afraid it will be very unfavorable to the donor."

This old monk could actually sense the curse of the dead?

Jin Jishou couldn't help but feel some meaning.

"The donor's murderous aura is boiling, and perhaps he has committed a lot of murderous crimes. Good, good! The old monk is not talented, but he cannot allow the donor to blaspheme this pure Buddhist land."

Jin Jishou sneered in his heart. He dared to kill so many people, but was he still afraid of the cause and effect of Buddhism? How could a mere old monk say a few words in front of him affect him?

"Old monk." Jin Jishou finally didn't say the word "Bald Donkey" this time, "You were a man from Kongshan Temple in the past?"

"The donor actually knows that I was born in the past? Yes, I got into a monk when I was thirty-five and was being ordained in Kongshan Temple."

"Since that's the case, do you know what Sizhenlu is doing?"

Jin Jishou was not worried that he wouldn't say anything. He had some ways to make him speak.

For him, whether the other party is a monk or a Taoist priest, he will never hesitate at all when he tortures others. What he wants is just a result.

The old monk was shocked and even took several steps back.

"Donor...you..."

Jin Jishou knew to ask the right person. That's enough. When it comes to his hands, no one can speak. He has already begun to quickly conceive what kind of punishment should be put into his mind. Considering that the other party is old, how to keep the means to the extent that it does not hurt his life should be carefully considered.

Now, he is waiting for the other party to answer. If he dares to make a fool of himself, such as "the donor is invited back", then he will take action immediately.

"Abbot!"

The monks surrounded the old monk and pointed at him and said, "Abbot, we have asked someone to call the police! The police will arrive soon!"

Policeman? Jin Jishou sneered. He was able to take the old monk away before the police arrived.

"Are you the abbot of Kongjie?" Jin Jishou was not surprised by this result.

"Yes, my Dharma name is Kong Jie."

"I need to know about Sizhen Road. You just need to tell me the truth. When Huating Construction was renovating the old city area at that time, all the buildings on Sizhen Road were demolished, and later this road no longer existed. The demolition at that time also included Kongshan Temple where you were originally staying. Tell me what you know. What is the matter that the Shen family wants to hide?"

The old monk said "Amitabha" again: "Donor, please come back! You should not pursue this matter. Things in the world are already..."

However, before he finished speaking, he felt a severe pain in his abdomen, and then his bald head was pressed hard on the ground with one hand! Then, Jin Jishou took out a knife and crossed it to one of his fingers!

"Master, you Buddhists think that human body is just a skin. If I destroy your skin, I won't feel heartbroken? If all your ten fingers are gone, I think I will not be able to knock on the wooden fish in the future. I will worship Buddha?"

For Jin Jishou, this is not even a punishment at all. After all, there is not much time, so it is better to fight and decide quickly.

"Stop!" The monks immediately wanted to surround them, but Jin Jishou looked at everyone coldly. His eyes were so cold that everyone was afraid to come again.

"Donor, it will be of no use to study this matter in depth!" The old monk also showed a look of horror: "I have been worshiping the Buddha with sincerity for many years, and have never forgotten this matter in a day! But... I have no choice. My Buddha is very compassionate and merciful to save the world, but this is the only thing..."

When the old monk said this, he was already sweating profusely.

"Enough." Jin Jishou said coldly: "What you call 'unclean things' can save me. The Buddha you mentioned can't help me. Since I can't help me, why do I believe him?"

Speaking of this, his knife was cut off instantly!

"stop!"

One hand, like an iron plier, firmly grasped Jin Jishou's arm!

The person coming was Nangong Xiaoseng!

“Masala?”

"I've said it all, let's talk about it when we come!"

Fortunately, it came in time and did not cause any disaster. Miyazaki Meiko helped Abbot Koji up.

"Master Abbot, please forgive me." Nangong's little monk also met with Buddha's rituals and said, "In Xialin, my friend has collided with you, hope to let me go."

The old monk looked at Jin Jishou, looked at Nangong Xiao Monk again, sighed deeply, and said, "Injustice! Injustice!"

"Master, do you know about Sizhenlu?"

Master Kongjie smiled bitterly: "Donor, some things that don't know are knowledge, and knowledge means not knowing. Knowing too much may mean overdoing your duty."

Then, he said "Amitabha" again, and said, "Don't dig into this matter."

"I have to know. This is something I have to do."

"Wait... you just said that your surname is Lin. Could it be... Do you know Master Lin Guanghai?"

"Lin Guanghai, it is my Grand Master. Master, you..."

"So it's the disciple of Brother Guanghai!" Master Kongjie immediately showed a look of surprise: "Blessed by Buddha, I finally wait for you today!"

Then he looked at the monks around him and said, "You guys, hurry up and guard the temple and don't let others in and out. Today I want to talk to my old friends about the past!"

Then, he looked at Nangong Xiaoseng and said, "You are chasing this matter. Could it be that... has that 'road' appeared again?"

Nangong Xiaoseng nodded.

"Good, good! This time was too dangerous, otherwise Brother Guanghai would not have entered the Western Paradise long ago. Since I left Kongshan Temple, I have never forgotten Brother Jiu for a day. It's a pity that he lost the news after that."

"Can you tell me the truth about Sizhenlu now?"

Master Kongjie then said excitedly: "Today, I can finally keep the promises of your Master and your Master. I promised them that when you find me, I will tell everything to the truth. The donor was so fierce just now, so I inferred that he could not be the successor of Guanghai Brother, so I kept silent. Since you were here, I can finally say all this." (To be continued. Please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!)
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