Chapter 1567 Inner Demon
Jiang Cheng had quick eyesight and quick hands. He grabbed a paper figure and stuffed it into his pocket. Then he stood up as if nothing had happened. When Monk Huide and his party approached, Hui Cong He actually bulged his eyes, forced his throat, and swallowed the paper man in his mouth.
Master Huide is still the same, with a kind face under his dark skin, "Amitabha, the two donors are here too."
"Master Huide, it seems we really have something. Fate." Jiang Cheng smiled at Monk Huide.
"I don't dare. The benefactor has great blessings. He must have a predestined relationship with the Buddha. He must have been guided by the Buddha when he came to this temple." Huide clasped his hands together, looking more and more humble.
Hui Decai looked at Monk Huicong, and then said to Fatty Jiang Cheng: "My junior brother has not caused any trouble to the two donors, has he?"
"No, Master Huicong is very nice." Jiang Cheng replied .
"Then...junior brother, what crazy words does he have?" Monk Huide stared into Jiang Cheng's eyes.
Jiang Cheng pretended to be curious and looked at Monk Huide, "What crazy talk?"
Monk Huide was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly, " The donors don’t know. My junior brother is fine everywhere, but he is unfortunately caught by this hysteria. What I want to say is that if my junior brother says any crazy things, the two donors must not take it to heart.”
At this time, the monk with the wrinkles on his cheek said to Huicong: "Junior Brother Huicong, we agreed to practice meritorious deeds together later today. Why did you sneak away again?"
Huicong hid behind the fat man. I didn't dare to look at him, but He kept shaking his head, "No, if you don't cultivate merit, don't cultivate..."
"How can you do it if you don't cultivate merit? You follow the brothers, and as long as you cultivate enough merit, your illness will be cured. You must be obedient!" the monk advised earnestly.
“No, don’t cultivate...”
Seeing that it was useless, the monks gradually lost their patience, so they stepped forward and grabbed Huicong’s arms and clothes, and pulled him out. , Hui Cong, who was thin and thin, was no match for these strong monks. He was subdued in a few moments, and then half pulled and half pushed away. Suddenly, the monk Huicong seemed to be crazy and bit the monk's hand that was holding his arm. One mouthful.
"Ah!"
The monk screamed, and then the monk Huicong broke away and ran towards the fat man in Jiangcheng, but the other monks swarmed up. During the struggle, the clothes of the monk Huicong were torn, revealing his thin body. It was covered with bloodstains and bruises from struggling and kicking.
What’s even weirder is that there is a large tattoo on Monk Huicong’s back, but because of the sudden incident, Jiang Cheng could not see it clearly.
"Quick! Bring Junior Brother Huicong back!" The bitten monk covered his hand, and there was blood flowing out between his fingers. It seemed that the bite was not serious.
Seeing this scene, Monk Huide couldn’t help but explain to Fatty Jiangcheng, “Two benefactors, my junior brother has suffered from hysteria again. I didn’t scare you.”
"Fortunately, it's just Master Huicong...how did he get this hysteria?" Jiang Cheng felt even more strange.
Hearing this, Monk Huide sighed, "Although my junior brother started late, he is extremely talented and his understanding of Buddhism is advancing rapidly. But who would have thought that he went astray during a night practice. When he was found the next day, he looked like this. The abbot said that he was haunted by inner demons. If the inner demons are not eliminated, he will never come back. "
"The abbot told us to lead our junior brother to practice meritorious deeds every night, hoping that this can help him escape from the sea of inner demons and find his true heart as soon as possible."
Jiang Cheng couldn't help but nodded, "So that's it. ”
Seeing Monk Huicong being dragged away by several monks, Monk Huide bowed to the fat man in Jiangcheng and turned around to leave.
After everyone had gone away, Jiang Cheng looked at Fatty, "How's it going? Did you take the picture?"
The Fatty nodded repeatedly, "You gave me a gesture and I knew you wanted me to Taking pictures, fortunately these monks don’t understand our high technology.”
Take out the phone, there is a slightly blurry photo, and you can see Monk Huicong being pinned to the ground by several monks, half of his body struggling. All exposed.
But what really made Fatty Jiangcheng look at him was that the faces of the monks in the photo were blurred, and only the monk Huicong had a normal face.
“What does this mean?”
Fat people are stupid. Could it be that those with blurry faces are humans and those with normal faces are ghosts?
Monk Huicong...is he a ghost?
It is true that Monk Huicong's behavior is very strange and incompatible with the whole temple. He is the only one in the whole temple who is stupid, and he is also very thin, with his ribs protruding one by one.
"I don't know if he is a ghost, but he is at least a clue. We should be able to open a breakthrough from him." Jiang Cheng gave his own judgment.
……
In the west wing, a candle flickered in the room.
If Fatty Jiangcheng was still there, he would find that the seats in the room had changed at this moment, and only the heroic-looking woman sat in the middle.
"Uncle Murong, are you sure there is something wrong with those two people?" The woman looked at the kind-eyed old man standing aside. This old man was also the "head of the family" who had talked to Jiang Cheng before.
The old man nodded and lowered his voice, "Miss, you have also seen how badly they were injured before, and they were hanging with only one breath left. But how long has passed, just one night? , two dying people actually came to express their gratitude in person, and I think they were very angry."
"Not only. In this way, the man who calls himself Wang Fugui seems to have a bloated body, but his steps are extremely light. I am not boasting. I have been practicing martial arts for more than 20 years and have never seen such light skills. This person's skills... are probably unfathomable. " The middle-aged man who had opened the door had a gloomy face, and he was holding a short blade in his arms. The sharp blade shone with a faint cold light under the candlelight.
The woman couldn't help but rub her temples when she heard the words, "It seems that I made a mistake in this matter. I didn't expect to get two troubles back."
"Mr. Song, what do you think?" The woman turned her head. Looking at the man dressed as a porter, he was sitting on a chair next to the table. He was also the only person in the room besides the woman who had a seat.
Hearing the woman speak, the porter slowly turned his head, "I wasn't thinking about the identities of those two people. I thought it was another thing. You...do any of you still remember how we found those two people? ?”
“We got lost. We strayed into the most dangerous smog forest in Lingnan. We were all poisoned and passed out. Fortunately, the last gust of wind blew us away. We just saved our lives from the poisonous miasma." The middle-aged man holding the knife couldn't help but feel a little scared when he said this, "But it's so dangerous, we almost died in it."
Hearing this. The porter's face became more and more ugly, he nodded and said softly: "Yes, we should... all die inside." (End of Chapter)