Chapter 1603 Delusion
Not much better than Fatty. After hearing the identity of the other party, Jiang Chengtou also buzzed. He was still wondering why Huide and Huiming would rather stay outside than come in to find out. , clearly only separated by a wooden door. It turns out...it turns out that this building is actually the residence of the abbot!
The weirdness of the Jijie Temple is chilling, but now they have boldly broken into the abbot's territory. Jiang Cheng has no idea what will happen next.
He only had one thought in his mind at the moment, this was a trap, he had to escape, the further away the better!
But he had no choice but to open his eyes at the moment, so he had to pull the fat man back little by little, trying to stay as far away from the direction of the sound as possible.
But the next second, a scene that sent shivers down Jiang Cheng's spine appeared, "Donor, please stay."
This voice instantly made Jiang Cheng's body freeze on the spot, and it was actually behind him!
The hazy darkness around him was squeezing towards him like a tide, completely swallowing up the remaining sense of security in his heart.
How is that possible?
The abbot's voice was in front of him a moment ago, so why did it suddenly come behind him? He just couldn't see it with his eyes, and his ears were fine. He didn't hear any movement at all.
The fat man who was being pulled by him was shaking non-stop, his breathing getting faster and faster, and he was obviously aware of the weirdness of the abbot.
And...and since the abbot lives here, why not light a lamp? Thinking about other strange things, Jiang Cheng can almost conclude that the abbot of the Jiji Temple is not a human, but a ghost!
The reason why the Jijie Temple is divided day and night must have something to do with this abbot!
“Amitabha, donor, don’t think too much. The poor monk doesn’t light the lamp because he is blind.”
After the abbot revealed what he was thinking, Jiang Cheng felt chills all over his body. , he did not answer immediately, fearing that more flaws would be exposed, but the abbot obviously had no such concerns. After chanting the Buddha's name again, he said slowly: "The donor is here for my disciple?"
His eyes couldn't heal for a while, and there was no way to escape. Jiang Cheng simply opened the skylight and spoke frankly, "Replying to Master's words, we came here to rescue Master Huicong. We followed him all the way from Gongde Hall, but Master Huicong disappeared in the blink of an eye. "
After Jiang Cheng replied, he immediately became quiet. He listened carefully, not listening to the abbot's reply, but searching for the abbot's breathing. It was very quiet here, but he heard nothing. heard.
"Rescue..." The abbot seemed to care about these two words.
Gradually, Jiang Cheng became more courageous. Whether it was a blessing or a curse, he could not avoid it. "Master, I will make it clear that your disciples, Hui De and Huiming, held a private banquet in Gongde Hall. He also forcibly abducted women and kept them in the temple for lewd pleasures, euphemistically calling them cultivating merit. The most important thing was What's important is that they actually used your name and said that these were all approved by you."
"There are probably dozens of monks involved, but Master Huicong is the only one who refuses and still has to suffer. I hope the abbot will notice their insults and abuses!”
Jiangcheng's words are righteous and stern, but they still leave a lot of room for leeway. As soon as these words are spoken, it is equivalent to acknowledging that these are the actions of evil monks such as Hui Dehuiming and have nothing to do with the abbot.
As long as the abbot makes such a bold and scoundrel statement at this moment, and dares to take advantage of the abbot's health and inconvenience to supervise and do such evil things, I will punish him severely to protect the centuries-old reputation of the hidden temple. Jiang Cheng would just give in and look for an opportunity to escape, but the script completely developed in the direction Jiang Cheng least wanted to see.
"The donor is talking about the Merit Hall, and this poor monk knows it."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng broke into a cold sweat. Are you planning to show off your cards directly instead of pretending?
But who could have imagined it? The abbot's next words made him stunned on the spot, "Hey, my disciple's delusion has become more and more severe. It only affects the monks who are hiding in the temple. Actually, It’s a sin to also involve the donor. It’s really a sin.”
This time it was Jiang Cheng's turn to be puzzled, "Delusion?"
"Yes, what the donor saw tonight was all caused by my disciple's delusion. The donor still needs to clear his mind, otherwise he will fall into the trap." If you get involved, the consequences will be disastrous."
What the abbot said seemed to be true, but Jiang Cheng immediately realized something was wrong and became more vigilant, "Abbott means everything I saw tonight. It’s an illusion, it’s false. Nothing like that ridiculous thing happened in the Hall of Merit at all?”
“Amitabha, not only was the Hall of Merit transformed by delusional thoughts, but what the donor saw, heard and felt this night was also the same. They are all in a mirror. "
"What, what you saw and heard all night is fake, what do you think, master? Are you also fake?" Jiang Cheng immediately caught the loophole in the other party's words.
Unexpectedly, the abbot was calm and said slowly: "The donor is smart, that's exactly what happened."
"Well, to take a step back, even the master is fake. What do we dead people say? People who die at night are also dead during the day!" In Jiang Cheng's thinking, the night world represents the true face of the Jiji Temple, at least to a certain extent, and the tranquility seen during the day is The peaceful temple is fake.
Hearing this, the abbot sighed softly, "Amitabha, although all of this was caused by my disciple, the death of the benefactor's friend was the fault of the poor monk, me and several senior brothers... Hey, sin, sin!”
Jiang Cheng became more and more confused as he listened, but one thing was clear to him: it was all related to Monk Huicong, and he was the key to this world.
Jiang Cheng thought for a moment, retreating in order to advance, and his tone became sincere, "Master, do you have something to hide?"
There was silence for a long time. This time, the abbot's voice was filled with sadness, "Donor, don't ask about anything else. I only ask you, is what you saw in the Merit Hall tonight right or wrong?"
" Of course it is wrong. Buddhist disciples should take it as their own responsibility to practice Buddhism intensively and promote good thoughts. They should accept and observe the five precepts, not to kill, not to steal, not to engage in sexual misconduct, not to lie, and not to drink alcohol. Tonight, the hall of merit is overflowing with alcohol and the state of promiscuity is not good. Words can describe it, Huiqing and other women are even wearing monk robes and hiding among the monks!"
After a while, the abbot's old voice came, "It turns out that this is how the donor sees it."
The abbot's calm tone made Jiang Cheng increasingly confused. He opened his mouth and wanted to continue to say something, but stopped. He wanted to see what the abbot had to defend with the irrefutable evidence.
"Does the donor know the origins of Huiqing and other female donors?" The abbot spoke slowly later.
"I don't know."
"They are all stone girls from the village at the foot of the mountain. The so-called stone girls are women who are married but have not been able to give birth to children for many years." The abbot sighed softly, as if he was in some pain. "There are three types of unfilial piety: having no heirs is the most important, and having no children, the people in the village cannot tolerate them, so the village chief came forward and sent these stone girls to my precepts temple in the name of meditation, asking them to accumulate The merits and blessings must be cultivated until they can give birth to a child, and then they are allowed to return to the village to get back the status they deserve."
"It's ridiculous! The temple has a hundred-year reputation. How can this be tolerated in a pure place of Buddhism? Of course I won't allow it if you let it happen, and I will strictly order the monks of this temple to close the door of the temple and not allow anyone to come in. But until dawn the next day, the moment the door of the temple opens -" the abbot's voice suddenly paused.
"There were female corpses hanging in front of the door. They... all hanged themselves." (End of this chapter)