The sound of the bronze bell rang.

One sound.

It was about time to leave now.

As the distant bells spread all over the world, low chanting sounds rang everywhere in Miaoran Temple.

Perhaps because the temple became quiet, even the sound of chanting in the meditation room far away seemed to be vaguely heard.

In the cold corridor, there were monks in the temple sweeping the ground weakly.

Occasionally, he almost fell down and didn't look back. He knew that it was because of moss, or the newly grown mushrooms. He just kicked it or swept it away.

I don’t know what’s wrong with my mind. Today’s monk from the Sweeping Temple scratched his head and suddenly decided to squat down and touch the mushroom.

I just think it's strange. You said that there wasn't such a big crack between the two bricks two days ago. Even if there were, were there too many mushrooms, moss and other things nearby.

Because he often muttered to himself alone, he unconsciously spoke out loud, but he didn't even notice it.

"whee."

Perhaps because I heard him speak, a sharp laugh suddenly came from the woods.

The sound is extremely thin and short, but it seems to have an echo.

I can't tell whether it's a man or a woman for a moment.

It only makes people feel gloomy and terrifying...

Suddenly, it was still alone to hear it, and the monks in the temple immediately got goosebumps without any surprise.

He shouted twice with a bitter face, but no one agreed. He looked around and saw that there was no one there. Although he was afraid, he had no choice but to force himself to cheer up.

"It's okay, it's okay, Amitabha!"

The monk in the temple hurriedly put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name in a regular manner.

Then he quickly swept the neighborhood and finished work.

While comforting himself that he was just a rabbit nearby, the monk in the temple rode a broom and ran away quickly. He was anxious to go back to the crowded meditation room and asked a senior brother to say a few words.

It was not until his back disappeared that there was a squeak sound in the forest again.

Then from the bushes,

A red, round one suddenly popped out, and it was definitely not the eyes of the innocent little pet.

After blinking twice, it disappeared.

The forest returned to calm. There was no wind at all.

It seems that everything is just an illusion.

At this moment, we are thinking about a complete solution in all aspects to correspond to Ningning's increasing ability to act evil, and how to persuade the children in the temple to never learn from Ningning's bad example. It is like Sherlock who has opened up the maze of thinking, and the whole body is filled with millions of special effects.

Yes, give him bg, give him a glimpse of the audience!

After all, the brilliance of a wise man's paper thought is worthy of illuminating everyone.

While he was intoxicated by himself, a little monk ran over panting, his footsteps getting heavier and heavier.

After a long time, he finally ran to the front, supported his knees and panted for several times before shouting loudly, "Abbot! Come and have a look. Something is wrong!"

"What's the matter, Hui--"

As he said that, the abbot opened his eyes suddenly, and the blood in his eyes was scary.

"I am Hui Bing..." When he habitually reported to his home, he raised his head.

However, the "Ah" at the end was completely frightened by the "wisdom" eyes of the wise man, and Hui Bing shivered and pulled up octaves.

Hui Bing has a bitter face and hates it. Why are you scared several times today? Is it really because you are lazy during morning class?

Wuwuwu, Buddha, you hate it. Do you want to take a day off? Always staring at me, a little monk like this, will be very tired!

Of course, the young monk Hui Bing is also used to saying it in his heart.

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So without surprise, his words also hit the abbot's ears.

The abbot who had heard the child's slander was completely clear and just coughed gently.

He reminded him, "Well, Hui Bing, you will definitely feel that the hearts of the monks in our Miaoran Temple have been cut open and placed on the table. Why can't you hide a secret?"

"oh oh."

Hui Bing expressed her embarrassment with a fake smile.

The abbot touched his head helplessly and said, "Forget it, you can lead the way. If you can still do this sutra, don't recite it?"

"OK."

Hui Bing then turned his head, quietly stuck out his tongue, and shrank his neck to lead the way in front.

The abbot actually didn't think there was anything big at this moment. The children could not sleep at night even if they wrote a prayer flag. What could you blame them?

After all, at this time he was thinking that for me, there was something more serious than allowing my nephew to eat geckos. He didn't believe it even though he was very weak!

Carrying his robe, he followed the child to a guest's meditation room.

Until the door, he really didn't think there was anything big.

Only when Zen Master Shenxu saw the situation in the dim room clearly, his naive thoughts immediately disappeared.

This time, it’s really not the junior monk who pretends to make a fuss.

When he chanted the Buddha's name and raised his head again, he saw a room full of yellow-robed monks standing all over the floor.

Five monks lay on the Datong bed, all of whom seemed to fall asleep. One of them was lying on his side in the quilt.

On the ground, they looked at the people on the bed with some sorrow; some lowered their heads to recite their own scriptures; some were calm on their faces.

Only the glimmer of light shines out from the window edges, and the dust in the air slowly flies, like an oil painting.

The rest looked at the belated abbot of kidney deficiency, who was hostile.

Shi Xu frowned, and his fingers twisting the Buddhist beads faster.

The room was dark, and for some reason, they didn't turn on the lights, which made this layer even more depressing.

It’s strange, when did Miaoran Temple have such a low house?

Even the child felt something was wrong. He shook, his hands were retracted into his robe, and his limbs were sweating continuously.

"This is just one of the rooms, you see..."

Dragging the long voice, the monk asked him what he meant.

I originally wanted to show it to the abbot, but looking around, no one in the room was going to do something, and they were all standing there.

Even the abbot looked at himself with a questioning look.

In desperation, although the child was afraid, he still took the courage to lift the quilt.

As soon as he lifted one corner of the quilt with his two fingers, he shrank his neck back desperately, squeezing his eyes and daring to look.

I was afraid that I would look at one square centimeter more, so I would continue to draw a square meter world map at night.

Just this, I don’t know how long it will be laughed at by my fellow brothers.

After looking closely, the monks looked very pale. They just looked at their faces and felt that they seemed sick, but when they opened them, they felt more shocking.

After looking at a few times, the abbot's face calmed down. Their symptoms were similar, probably all of which were black and blue on their necks, like scales.

It may not be right to say that it is scales, but it is more like mold piece by piece.

The abbot personally flipped them and asked the monk to retreat temporarily.

When he reached the last person, he blocked his hand sideways and placed his hand on the man's nose.

And breathing.

The real symptoms of flesh rotting on a living person are really puzzling and creepy.

"dare

Ask, why is this?" he asked to everyone.

No one answered.

But that hostile look can be explained. I am afraid it wasn't the blame on Miaoran Temple.

The abbot frowned slightly, but was still covered by his eternal smile. He asked politely, "I heard that there was also a monk doctor among the guests coming to Guishi.

Who is it?”

“He’s here too.”

Someone reached out and pointed at the person who was covering the quilt.

It was a thumping sound, this was the most worrying thing.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open again, and it was the old deputy of Huangquan Temple who came back with a few people.
To be continued...