Chapter 145 Sanskrit
Wolf Moon.
Beside Dongxuan Lake, Fanyin Temple.
In the night, the light in the Buddhist hall was weak and warm, just enough to illuminate the ancient Buddha statues and the three monks sitting on the futons.
Their faces were illuminated by the green lights, looking solemn and mysterious, and their eyes were as deep as the sea, containing wisdom baptized by the years.
The hall was quiet, with only the sounds of three monks chanting Buddha's name floating in the air. Their voices are deep and powerful, like the sound of ancient bells, penetrating the heart. Every Buddha's name is like an invisible force that penetrates into every corner, making people feel a tremor in the soul.
However, under this silence, there is a faint and bloody atmosphere.
The shadow of the Buddha statue is projected on the wall, with a strange shape, as if it may move at any time; the eyes of the Buddha statue, in the weak light, shine with a strange red light, as if reflecting all the sins in the world.
The three monks all looked very young, looking no more than 20 years old. Their faces were extremely pale, as if they were dead. In their eyes... there was even more of a heart-stopping coldness.
Gradually, a burst of extremely heavy footsteps disrupted their chanting rhythm.
All three monks stopped, waiting for the footsteps to approach.
Soon after, the door of the Buddhist hall was pushed open, and two tall and burly monks came in carrying a half-dead monk covered in blood.
Without saying a word, they threw the monk to the ground, bowed respectfully to the backs of the three monks, and then retreated and closed the door.
"Uncle Abbot..."
The seriously injured monk on the ground slowly raised his head, and it turned out to be Fa Zheng.
He was already a little fat, and now his face was beaten into a pig's head, covered in bruises and blood.
"Uncle Abbot, Master, Uncle Master..."
Fazheng stretched out his hand in pain: "Disciple, I know I was wrong..."
" No, you don’t know that you are wrong.”
The one in the center of the three monks said calmly: “If you know that you are wrong, you should commit suicide.”
Fazheng's eyes flashed with an extremely frightened light, and he said repeatedly: "No... no! I, I can still do things for the temple! I can do whatever you ask me to do!"
"Yuan "Happy."
The monk who just spoke said calmly: "He is your disciple, you have the final say."
Monk Yuanxi, the one on the far left among the three, sighed.
"The Fa is righteous..."
He slowly turned his face to the side and glanced at the apprentice behind him, with a strange light shining in his eyes: "You should not be so clever, you should not be so smart as to anger Ziqi Xianfengguan."
Fa Zheng was trembling and did not dare to speak.
"Gu Zhengqing...just kill him, it's okay."
"Wu Changfeng, you can do it to him if you want, it's okay."
"But Why did you provoke Ziqi Xianfengguan? Without you, they wouldn't have found anything, and we wouldn't have to cut off everything we have worked hard for over the years like now."
Yuan Xi said and sighed: "Fa Zheng, I like you very much, but you have made such a mistake, how should I protect you as a teacher?"
He obviously looks handsome. The young man has a very young voice, but his tone and demeanor are old-fashioned.
"Master, Master, Master..."
Fazheng rushed forward tremblingly, tightly grabbing the corners of Yuanxi's clothes. Tears kept flowing from his swollen eyes after being beaten. : "Save me, save me! My disciple never dares again, never again!"
Yuan Xi sighed, half-turned around, stretched out her hand to caress Fa. Right on top of head.
"Disciple."
He said quietly: "You have made a mistake, and I will not punish you as a teacher. How can you convince others in the future?"
As he spoke, his gentle caressing technique The five fingers of the hand on top of Zheng's head tightened and tightly clasped the top of Fazheng's head.
Fazheng's eyes widened.
"Don't worry." Yuan Xi's eyes showed a touch of compassion: "My master will avenge you." It was like five red-hot irons were inserted into tofu, and the five fingers were broken bit by bit. He opened the flesh on Fazheng's head, and blood and white smoke came out of the wound. Fazheng tried to struggle but couldn't move, and his whole body began to twitch like crazy.
Soon after, the five fingers completely disappeared into the top of Fazheng's skull, and his eyes finally lost focus and stopped struggling, leaving only the instinctive twitching reaction of his body.
As Yuan Xi withdrew her bloody hand, Fazheng fell to the ground with a plop, pus and blood began to slowly flow out of his seven orifices, and the five blood holes on his head spread out all over the ground. things.
"Senior Brother Yuanwu, Junior Brother Yuanjing."
Yuanxi put her bloody palms together and saluted the other two monks beside her: "It's over."
Monk Yuanwu in the center of the three nodded slightly.
Another monk Yuanjing smiled slightly: "Two senior brothers, what should we do next?"
"Three years."
Yuanwu said lightly: " Master Huijue has given instructions not to move again within three years. "
Yuanjing's smile became a little sinister: "What about the Purple Qi Immortal Wind View?"
"Hand over Fazheng's body to them."
Yuan Wu was very calm: "In addition, find a few more scapegoats to appease their anger...Master will take care of the rest for us."< br>
Yuanjing lowered his head slightly and clasped his hands together: "Yes."
On the other side, Yuanxi narrowed her eyes: "Senior brother, where are the three little brats?"
Yuan Wu slowly turned his head and looked at his junior brother.
His eyes were as indifferent as water, like a pool of stagnant water that had been silent for a hundred years. There was no trace of emotion in it, which made Yuan Xi shrink her neck slightly.
Senior Brother did not need to speak, Yuan Xi understood immediately: "I understand, Senior Brother, I will settle this little matter."
"Yes."
Yuan Wu is no longer there Speak, close your eyes, and continue chanting Buddhist scriptures.
Yuanxi stood up, dragged Fazheng's body out of the Buddhist hall.
Outside the door of the Buddhist hall, the two tall monks just now were standing aside. When they saw him, they quickly put their hands together and bowed.
"Give this body to Fa'ai."
Yuanxi said solemnly: "He knows how to do it."
The two tall monks said nothing. , bowed his head in agreement, and one of them took Fazheng's body and carried it on his shoulders.
"Also..."
Yuan Xi said calmly: "Let Fa Nai use his brain and find a way to kill the man and woman who appeared in Nunshi Town, as well as Wu Changfeng... Remember, that woman is a Purple Qi Immortal Feng Guan, so we must let her She died without a trace."
"Don't expose your identity and arouse suspicion."
"You two are equally responsible for this matter. This is exactly what happened to you.”
The two tall monks responded with calm eyes and bowed again.
Then they carried Fazheng’s body and walked away.
They walked very slowly, and their footsteps were as heavy as mountains. With every step they took, the bluestones under their feet would tremble slightly, as if the two monks weighed a ton.
As they gradually walked away, Yuan Xi's face darkened.
"Three years..."
He said to himself bitterly: "I'm afraid this skin can't last three years..."
The clouds in the sky were erratic. Covering the crescent moon.
The sound of waves on the lake outside the temple is like the low and dull wailing of countless people, which will never stop.
Thanks to book friend Yunzhiyou and book friend 20220901005328816 for the reward!
(End of this chapter)