Chapter 1642 Sutra Pavilion
Monk Hui Cong was dragged by several people to the statue of Bodhisattva. He stared at the bloody corpse of the child. Hui Cong’s eyes were full of despair. The scarred monk pressed Hui Cong with his bloody hands. With his bald head, he kowtowed to the ground and yelled like a madman, "Hurry up and worship the Bodhisattva! Junior Brother Huicong, you have too much evil heart. You must practice more merit!"
Monk Huicong's head hit the ground hard. , forehead There was already blood oozing out, which made Hui Qing extremely anxious. She pulled the fat man's sleeves, her voice trembling with nervousness, "Donor Wang, you...what are you waiting for? Hurry, rush in to save people, and then Brother Hui Cong will be beaten to death later!”
The fat man is worried about Hui Cong, but he is not dizzy. There are at least 30 monks in there, and they are no match for them in a real fight! , they can only wait for the opportunity.
"Little Master Huiqing, please be quiet." Song Tianming glanced at her with a warning look, and Hui Qing let go of her hand.
At this time, Jiang Cheng's attention turned away from poor Huicong. He slowly scanned the entire merit hall, always feeling that something was missing inside.
After a while, Jiang Cheng finally realized that it was people. There were a lot of people missing in the Merit Hall tonight.
In addition to the leading monk Huide who did not come, there were at least 10 other monks who did not come.
Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but become wary. Where did these monks go? Could it be that they went to the abbot's Sutra Pavilion, or were they hiding nearby, waiting to ambush them?
Before Jiang Cheng informed Song Tianming of this discovery, the next second, the heavy footsteps appeared again, and then the door of Gongde Hall was kicked open, and the heavy door panel flew out, directly Smash a monk down.
The miserable wailing lasted for less than 5 seconds before Guan Er Yegui's boots as big as a boat stepped over and trampled the people under the door to pieces.
Even though they were mentally prepared, when they saw the ghost of Guan Erye coming with a knife, several people were still shocked. The rotten and black face seemed to melt. , there was constant pus flowing down.
In an instant, the obscene atmosphere in the Gongde Hall was swept away. Guan Eryegui's sword was swung like the wind. Wherever it went, the monks were either cut in half or split vertically, and they were killed until they rose. At that time, even the Bodhisattva statue on the Sumeru throne was not spared.
There were screams, wailings, women's screams, and the sound of tables, chairs, wine bowls overturning and breaking.
While Guan Erye's ghost was killing everyone, Jiang Cheng noticed a detail. Guan Erye's ghost seemed to be more ferocious than before. In the two nights before, it had killed all with one knife, and tonight, It intentionally or unintentionally cut off the limbs of those monks many times, and then let these people die of pain.
The body of Guan Er Ye Gui was also much more rotten than before. From this distance, they could clearly smell the smell of rotting meat, which gave them headaches.
At least so far, everything the abbot said has come true. Huiqing has been awakened, and the situation of Guan Erye ghost, who exists as a seal, is also deteriorating rapidly. It seems that it will not be long before the seal will be removed. break through.
In the chaos, Jiang Cheng suddenly thought of Monk Huicong, but looking around, the Gongde Hall was in a mess, and the chaos continued. Several monks took the opportunity to break the windows and use their hands and feet to escape.
“Where is Monk Huicong?” Jiang Cheng stood up anxiously, not caring whether he was exposed or not. He stared at the secret door behind the bookshelf, worried that Monk Huicong would lose his head and escape there.
But the next second, he heard the fat man’s voice, “There!”
Jiang Cheng turned around suddenly and saw a familiar figure among the monks rushing out, and several people immediately chased after him.
At this moment, Ye Qiutang and others who were hiding not far away also came over.
"Huiqing, the number of monks who came tonight is not enough. Where did Monk Huide and the others go?" Jiang Cheng asked directly.
"Senior Brother Huide..." Huiqing gasped and shook her head, "I don't know, I didn't see him just now."
"They are there! Catch them! ”
There was an angry shout not far behind him, and Jiang Cheng knew that it must be Monk Huiming and his party without even turning around.
However, Huide and the others were in a very bad situation at the moment. The ferocious Guan Erye ghost was chasing them closely, and cut off an arm of the scar-faced monk who was running at the back with a knife. After the scar-faced monk fell down, he followed up with a knife, cutting off both legs at the knee.
The screams of the scar-faced monk echoed in the night, indescribably terrifying.
“Tread.”
“Tread.”
"Step."
......
Every time Guan Eryegui's boots hit the ground, the ground shook violently, and the sense of oppression it brought was like a big mountain pressing towards them. , the scene became extremely chaotic for a while.
"You can't run away like this, let's lure the pursuers and Mr. Guan away!" Song Tianyang violently pushed Ye Qiutang towards Jiang Cheng, "Miss, I will leave it to you, you go and do business!"
Then at the next fork in the road, Jiang Cheng and others went first He left, but Hui Qing, who wanted to follow Jiangcheng fat man Ye Qiutang and the others, was pulled back by Song Tianming. Song Tianming pretended to be hasty and said: "Little master Huiqing, you must stay. If I don’t know the ground well, I have to rely on you if I want to escape!”
Huiqing stared at the backs of the three people from Jiangcheng as they left, then turned to Song Tianming and nodded solemnly, "Donor, follow me closely. I know a place. Let's hide for now."
"Okay. "Song Tianming agreed.
As soon as the pursuers behind him showed up, Hui Qing took Song Tianming and others and ran in the other direction.
Under the guidance of Fatty, the three people from Jiangcheng quickly passed through the lost forest and arrived at the Scripture Deposit Pavilion.
The Sutra Pavilion was still the same as last night, dilapidated. After noticing that there was no movement nearby, Jiang Cheng found the door from last night, pushed it open and the three of them quickly hid inside.
It was very dark inside the Sutra Pavilion, almost so dark that you couldn't even see your fingers. Ye Qiutang made a move, as if he had taken something out of his clothes. "I brought a candle and a fire seal with me." Her voice was low. Very low.
But as soon as she finished speaking, she heard an old voice coming from the darkness, "Don't move."
This voice startled Ye Qiutang, holding the candle in his hand Almost fell to the ground.
Jiang Cheng, who had already experienced it once, immediately comforted Ye Qiutang, holding down her hand to keep her still, and holding the fat man with the other hand. The three of them stood quietly in the dark, so that each other could hear each other. to hear each other's heartbeat.
After a while, there were hurried footsteps outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the flickering firelight, "Search! Search carefully! The number of those guys just now did not match. They were missing three people. Those three I might just come here!”
Footsteps quickly came to the door of the Sutra Pavilion, and they were about to break in. (End of this chapter)