Chapter 1570 Merit Hall
The words "Zhijie Temple" seem to be deeply wedged into Jiang Cheng's mind. There may be some meaning in it. Listening to the shouts of the monks just now, it seems that in this temple Among them, eating fast and chanting Buddha's name are not important, only eating meat and drinking alcohol are considered meritorious.
And... Jiang Cheng's face became darker and darker. He clearly heard the monk with the wrinkles on his cheeks mention the word abbot when he was forcing Monk Huicong.
His original words were: The host said that drinking alcohol and eating meat are merits, so why don’t you practice merits, Junior Brother Huicong? How can we get rid of inner demons without cultivating merit?
What Jiang Cheng is curious about is that since drinking alcohol and eating meat are merits, then what is this so-called inner demon...?
The night became darker and darker, and there was no sound from outside. The night was as quiet as death. Jiang Cheng fell into a deep sleep after thinking about it. When he opened his eyes again, it was already dawn outside.
But as soon as he got up, he realized something was wrong. After what happened last night, he didn't dare to let down his guard after coming back, so he ended up leaning against the wall with his back facing the door. But he woke up this morning After arriving, he was lying flat on the bed, just like he had just fallen asleep last night.
What was also wrong was Fatty, who was lying next to him, sleeping soundly, but he clearly remembered that Fatty slept in the corner when he came back at night.
Who is it?
Who moved their location?
The most terrifying thing is that they were not alarmed.
Jiang Cheng immediately walked behind the door and checked. The door was closed and there was a wooden bolt stuck in the back.
Hearing the noise, the fat man got up in a daze. After seeing Jiang Cheng, the fat man rubbed his eyes, and then made a surprised voice: "Doctor, is your hand okay?"
It was at this moment that Jiang Cheng realized what he was doing and looked at his left hand. Yes, he had just stretched out his left hand to check the door bolt. The broken bones in his left hand were actually back to normal.
No, to be precise, there are no signs of injury at all.
"This has nothing to do with me. It's been like this since I woke up." There was no look of surprise on Jiang Cheng's face. Compared with the recovery of his hand, he was still more worried about the strangeness behind this matter.
After hearing Jiang Cheng’s analysis of the two people’s position changes after waking up, the fat man also felt a chill on his back, as if there was a pair of invisible hands around him, silently controlling everything. After a pause, the fat man asked in a very small voice: "Is there a possibility that everything we experienced last night was just a dream, but it was... um... a very special dream, you should understand That’s what I mean.”
Jiang Cheng nodded, “You mean it’s like the dream I encountered in Daotou Village.”
“That’s it.”
Just guessing here is obviously unconvincing. The scene of Mr. Guan killing everyone last night has been deeply imprinted in their minds. They decided to go and take a look at the building where they were last night.
Once you get there, it will be clear whether it is a dream or not.
It was just dawn, and there were not many monks outside. The two closed the door and rushed towards the building along the road they remembered last night. The more they walked on the road, the more unsure they became, because under their feet The road seemed familiar to them, and they even remembered which fork in the road and which direction they turned.
The most important thing is that Jiang Cheng stopped in front of a step. This bluestone step is not very eye-catching. If the sight is not good, or people who are not familiar with the road can easily trip.
Yes, Jiang Cheng tripped here last night.
Now that things have happened, all the fat men in Jiangcheng no longer have any illusions. Everything last night must be true. The monks in the temple are all ridiculous people. They are a group of drunken and meat-loving monks. They don’t have the respect that a monk should have. heart.
They searched all the way to the courtyard where the building was located last night, but at this moment they were surprised to find that although the courtyard door was open, there were two monks holding sticks guarding the door.
Along the way, they passed many courtyards and wing rooms of different sizes, but there were people guarding them, and this was the first one. Besides...these two monks had rough physiques, thick eyebrows and big eyes, which looked bad. provoke.
Jiangcheng Fatty pretended to be passing by, and then walked over curiously, but before he could get close to the courtyard gate, he was stopped by the monk, "Two donors, please stop."
Wu Although the monk looked polite, anyone could hear the determination in his voice.
Jiang Cheng didn’t take it seriously, but pretended to be curious and looked inside, “Master, what is the place inside? It looks so beautiful.”
The monk on the left stood with a stick in one hand and the other hand in front of him. He said in a deep voice: "Returning to the donor, inside is the Merit Hall. It is the place where the monks of our temple study Buddhism intensively and cultivate merit. Apart from this temple, Outside the monks, it is inconvenient for others to enter."
After trying hard to get no results, Jiangcheng Fatty had no choice but to leave. After the distance was far enough, the Fatty couldn't help but say: "What? "Gongdetang, I think it's a big restaurant inside. You see there's no doctor. They won't let us in. There must be a ghost inside."
Jiang Cheng didn't go far with the fat man, but surrounded the courtyard. They circled the outer wall, and soon they found a secluded location. There was a crooked neck tree next to the courtyard wall. They could climb the tree first, and then jump over.
But just when the fat man had climbed halfway and was thinking about where to stay, a voice suddenly came from not far behind him, "Two donors."
This sudden voice scared the fat man. With a shiver, Jiang Cheng suddenly turned around and saw Monk Huide walking over with a few monks. The monks were carrying wooden buckets and a few mop-like tools in their hands.
The fat man jumped down from the tree and looked at Huide and others who appeared like ghosts with an unnatural look on their faces. It was almost as if they had been caught.
After approaching, Monk Huide clasped his hands together, his expression half-smiling but not smiling: “Two donors, what are you doing here?”
“We are here to find someone, Huide. Master." Jiang Cheng's expression was very calm and he clasped his hands in return.
"Oh? Which master are you looking for?"
Jiang Cheng shook his head slightly distressed, "We don't know either. We didn't see this person's face clearly last night, but the temple The monk is right.”
"Did the donor want to see him for something?" Huide asked again.
“That’s it. At that time, the two of us brothers saw that the night was nice and wanted to go out for a walk. However, we got lost and ended up walking nearby by accident, and we happened to bump into a master. , the master smelled of alcohol, our brothers were aroused, and we wanted to ask for a drink, but we didn't expect that the master turned around and fled into the courtyard. At that time, we heard that the courtyard was very lively, Just fine Like...it seems that the master is not the only one who is drinking."
As soon as Jiang Cheng finished speaking, he saw a monk behind Huide whose face was confused, "Nonsense! Do you know what this place is? The Merit Hall of this temple is a place to study Buddhism and cultivate supreme merits. How could it be possible...how could anyone dare to do such disrespect!" (End of Chapter)