Chapter 1616: Kowtow in front of the demon, and the Buddha's face is scraped with gold
Hearing this, Ye Qiutang's darkened eyes were once again full of life, "Every misfortune turns into good luck, and every adversity turns into good fortune... So as long as we follow them two , maybe we can find some hope!"
"Looking at this person's appearance, he is definitely not a short-lived person. At least this precepts temple is not his burial place yet." Song Tianming took a deep breath and looked. Towards the courtyard gate, there is The direction where Wang Fugui finally disappeared, "If there is really any hope of survival in this disaster, these two people are our only way to survive!"
"And I can be sure that these two people are by no means ordinary people. As for them The statement that they are from Bianzhou is probably a lie."
Jiang Cheng's face flashed in Ye Qiutang's mind, and he asked in a deep voice: "Who do you think they are?"
This time Song Tianming rarely hesitated, and finally shook his head, "The hexagram is not obvious, I'm afraid the secret must not be leaked."
"But please rest assured, Miss, one thing is for sure, no matter who they are. , are all on our side at this time.”< br>
“In this precepts-holding temple, we are friends, not enemies.”
Ye Qiutang nodded slowly. It is not difficult to understand Song Tianming’s words. Lu Zhu did not hesitate to choose to kill these two people. Seeking cooperation with the monks in the temple is enough to explain the problem.
"Well, according to what Mr. said, we will bet our money on these two people. I hope... misfortune will be turned into good luck, and misfortune will be turned into good fortune!"
At this moment, in the west wing room, the door was closed tightly, and a burly figure was leaning against the door, holding a short knife in his arms.
Although the middle-aged man lowered his head as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed, no one dared to ignore the evil aura in this man.
In addition to the two people who were dead, there were four other people in the room, a child with red lips and white teeth, a plainly dressed old woman, and an old man with gray hair and a kind-hearted look.
At this moment, except for the old man who was sitting calmly at the table, the children and the old woman looked very nervous.
The child looked at the old man nervously. After seeing the old man nodded slightly, the child approached the middle-aged man with relief and said in a childish and fearful voice: "Zhao...Zhao Dutong, I want to pay tribute.”
"No!" Zhao Dutong suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp eyes like an eagle seeming to tear the child apart.
After this, the child was almost frightened to cry, and his legs began to tremble, giving people a sense of urgency that he was about to become incontinent.
"Oh, Zhao Dutong, what are you doing?" The kind-hearted old man on the side couldn't stand it. He stood up, walked to the child's side, gently touched the child's head with his hand, and then looked towards The middle-aged man with a cold face said, "How long has it been? I don't know how long it will take if I keep waiting. In this way, Zhao Dutong will guide you." Just for my sake, let him go.”
“Mr. Murong, please don’t embarrass me. This is what the lady said. No one is allowed to leave this room without her order.”
“This includes not only the two of them, but also you and me.”
Hearing this, Zhao Du didn't give himself any face, and Murong, the always kind-hearted manager, couldn't help it. He put down his sleeves and robe with force, pushed the little boy to stagger, "Go away, go away, there is a night behind the screen." Pot, if you stain my eyes, I won’t be castrated when I get home!”
The child looked at the door-god-like Zhao Dutong, and then at Manager Murong who turned his back, confused for a moment! Know how to do it well.
It wasn’t until the old lady walked up to him, patted him on the back of the head, and reminded him in a low voice: “Thank you, Mr. Manager, soon.”
The child then realized and thanked him repeatedly. "Thank you, Lord Steward, thank you Lord Steward, thank you so much, Mr. Zhao Dutong!"
Then he picked up the chamber pot stuffed under the bed, got behind the screen, and after a while, the sound of comfortable water flow could be heard.
"One person dies in one night. This ghost place is really evil." Manager Murong suppressed his anger and wanted to pour himself a cup of tea, but when the tea was half poured, he seemed to have thought of something. He put down the teapot again and said in a muffled voice: "If I had known earlier, I would have advised the young lady to leave those two people alone. Maybe if we hadn't picked up these two people, we wouldn't be trapped here."
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"Kowtow before the devil, and scratch the gold from the Buddha's face."
Look down. Jiang Cheng fell into deep thought again as he held the two lines of words behind the paper man in his hand.
The familiar scene not long ago happened again. Monk Huicong appeared behind them without anyone noticing. After that, they also re-selected the paper man for tonight.
This time the paper man is smaller, smaller than all the paper men, because this time, he chose the child.
In the underground base, he had seen those second-generation crimsons. These people were generally young, and the most likely one among the remaining people was the child.
He had also observed carefully, but he felt that there was nothing wrong with the child. His eyes were pure and his movements were quick. He also had a normal sense of caution towards strangers like him, but the more normal this child was, the more normal he was. , the more he couldn't help but doubt.
"Doctor, what do these two words mean?" The fat man squatting beside Jiang Cheng asked, pointing at the paper man.
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng’s eyes were fixed on the top of the paper man. Above the two lines of vertical words “Kowtow before the devil, and scrape gold from the Buddha’s face” there was also the word Feng Shui. It was like a horizontal batch, but the position was different. It is not quite the same as the position of horizontal batch.
"I don't know, maybe it's a reminder to pay attention to Feng Shui or something." Jiang Cheng told the truth, leaving these clues to Li Bai Yao and Shunyu.
Of course, that's assuming they survived last night's mission.
Putting away the paper figurine and finding a piece of dirt, Jiang Cheng picked up a branch and roughly drew the tattoo on the back of Monk Huicong based on his memory.
Although this was not the first time they met, Fatty was still deeply impressed by Jiang Cheng’s memory and painting skills. “It has to be your doctor. With this picture, we can go find that Song Laobang... Bah! Senior Song, let him tell whether this is a Buddhist picture of Jialan Bodhisattva suppressing demons or a Taoist picture."
The fat man took out his phone and looked at the picture as he spoke. "Kaka" took a few photos.
Jiang Cheng threw away the branch and stood up slowly, "I can't trust Song Tianming and those people. When I contact Li Bai, tell her the picture and ask her to help take a look."
mentioning Li Bai Yao and Shunyu, Fatty's original good mood disappeared in half in an instant. It was already close to noon, but they still had no news at all, and the same was true for Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie.
Feeling Fatty's disappointment, Jiang Cheng patted him on the shoulder, and the two found a shady place to sit side by side. "I just saw Monk Huicong, did you notice anything?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"There are more injuries on his body, and those people are getting more and more ruthless." The fat man felt heartbroken when he thought of Hui Cong's bruised body.
Jiang Cheng's tone became cautious, "He is thinner and weaker. This time he was taken away by Huide and the others without much struggle."
"He can't hold on much longer." (End of Chapter)