The Underworld Detective

Wang Da Li Guan said in a fight: "Yong Zi, something is wrong with this place, let's go! ”

I said, "Go? Where are you going? It's raining like a river. Wait. ”

I walked over and checked the wooden fish, covered with a web of spiders, and there was no sign of any knocking. I just put it down and heard a squeaky push door. It was slow and slow. The main hall had no door. Why was there a push door?

The scariest part of the horror movie is not actually ghosts, but that shocking sound. If you don't believe it, you can watch Midnight Violent Bell with the legendary song of Phoenix. It's definitely not horrible.

Even Sun Bingxin was frightened by these strange movements. He grabbed my clothes with his hands and cried: “Brother Song Yang, let's not move? As soon as the rain stops. ”

I nodded, "Okay! ”

The storm soon passed, but it did not stop altogether, and it was still raining heavily outside. We sat together for three or four hours, and Wang Dali stood up and said: "I can't stand it! ”

I thought he couldn't stand the gloomy atmosphere here, who would expect the next sentence to be: "My bladder is about to blow up, Yoko, why don't you come with me to the backyard for a minute? ”

I said, "Just find an empty incense oven. ”

Zhu Xiaohou glanced at me immediately: “Who dares! I'm in a hurry with him. ”

Wang Dali had long been impatient with him, scolding him: “Look at you in shock, as if you run this temple, Buddha is not so careful. If you pee on someone's turf, you're guilty. I think you're just plain mediocre. ”

Zhu Xiaohao clamped his neck and said: "Don't you dare disrespect Buddha! ”

I said, "Okay, let's go to the back for a minute. Sun Bingxin, do you want a minute? ”

Sun Bing blushed, “I don't need it. ”

Wang Dali and I came to the backyard, and there was a backyard with a large stone incense stove in the middle of the yard, crooked on the ground, and there were weeds all over it. On both sides is a monk's room, but both are empty.

Wang Dali and I found a corner. Wang Dali just pulled out the guy and suddenly banged, scaring him to death.

After the sound, Wang Dali's lips trembled. “What's going on? ”

I heard footsteps, like Sun Bingxin, and said: "Hurry up and put away the tools. ”

Sun Bingxin actually came: “Brother Song Yang, do you hear me? There seems to be some strange noise. ”

I nodded, “Go look! ”

Through the temple, we found an abandoned small courtyard behind us, cluttered with things, and an unfinished statue of Buddha. Wang Dali suddenly screamed: “Ghost! ”

He snuck behind me and shook his fingers in one direction.

I looked there and I couldn't help but take a sip of the cool air. But seeing a monk standing under an old acacia tree, his half face completely disfigured like a burning wax, a piece of gums still naked - exposed, the other half still intact, looking extraordinarily infiltrated, just like the two faces in Batman.

He's holding a sharp axe, he's chopping wood, that's what we just heard, he's got a lot of wood under his feet!

I walked over and politely said, "Hello Master, we are here to shelter from the rain. I am sorry to disturb you, but we will leave a little incense money when we leave. ”

The monk stopped his axe and looked at me with a gloomy eye and continued to chop wood without a word.

Wang Dali pulled me off: “Yong Zi, the rain is getting smaller. Let's get out of here. This man seems a little unusual. ”

At this time, a heavy bang was heard. Wang Dali jumped with fright. The man on both sides threw the axe on the stake and said in a shady voice: “My face is ruined, but I am not deaf, don't chew my tongue there, watch out for my axe and I will chop you to death! The rain has stopped. Get out of here. ”

I was stunned, and the monk spoke like this, and called himself "I," and suddenly I had this idea that this man wasn't a wanted man dressed as a monk, was he?

I tried to recall that among the fugitives currently at large in the province, it seemed that there was no such feature.

“Amitabha Buddha!” A loud Buddha came and a short, fat monk came and blamed him: “How can you talk to a guest like this when you're out of the sky and your family doesn't talk? Go back and copy the Vajra ten times and think about it. ”

The double-sided man snorted, entering a room.

The short, fat monk looked at the charitable eyebrows, a bit masterful, his hands and ten words: “The poor monk's law is pure enlightenment, it is the abbot here, several visitors to the cold temple, it is also a fate, why not use Ramadan before leaving! ”

We haven't eaten at lunch. We've been here for three hours. We're already hungry. Wang Dali said: “I'm so sorry, let's donate some oil money! ”

"Everything's fine," said the abbot. "Please take a seat in the cabin. ”

Zhu Xiaohao came along sometime, came to say a few words of courtesy to Abbot, and then we followed Abbot to a room with "Fragrance Chef" written on it, which is where the monks eat.

There was also a monk in the house with a scar on his face, a fierce face, his eyes staring at Sun Bingxin. I pulled the clothes off my grandson's heart and whispered to her: “Be careful, this temple is a little suspicious! ”

Abbot said to Scarface: "Pure energy, prepare some Ramadan for the four dignitaries. ”

Scarface asked, "Do you want a radish this year or a radish last year? ”

The Abbot replied: "This year it's marinated. Prepare more rice, and order some sour dishes from the pure mercy. ”

Wang Dali smiled and said: “The monk eats really well. It's still last year. This year, is there any 82 years? ”

But I can't laugh. My grandfather said, if you hear people say strange things like that when you go out, it's mostly Jianghu! In the case of Mr. Fate Calculator, before Fate Calculator, the assistant will ask the Guest to fill out a form and then take the Guest in. The assistant and Mr. Fate Calculator will say a few words, but it sounds like they are asking if they want to serve tea. What is the weather like outside? In fact, it is all black talk. The Guest's family information is told to Mr. Fate, and the outsiders are completely covered in drums.

I concealed that they were definitely not real monks, most likely wanted in disguise!

After sitting down, Zhu Xiaohao spoke with Abbot in a pious manner and asked how many monks there were.

The abbot laughed and said that there were many monks here in the early years. Later, there was no incense flame and gradually faded. Many monks went out to visit the temple and left a few of them behind. The daily expenses here depend on their descent from the mountain to keep their families happy with poverty alleviation. A light meal of coarse tea is enough.

Zhu Xiaohao praised: “Your spirit of peace and poverty is too worthy to learn. I really don't hide it from Buddha. I must come to worship the temple from Xiaozhi's heart. I would like to clean up the temple for you later. ”

Abbot put his hands together and said: "How dare you! ”

Wang Dali whispered with his nose: “Go on, go on! ”

I was watching Yan Guangguan and suddenly inserted a sentence: "Abbot, are you and the teachers brothers? ”

The Abbot replied, "Of course not. I am their master. ”

I grinned, "I don't have much common sense. Just pretend I'm lying. If you're their master, why are you all pure? ”

The corner of Abbot's mouth clearly twitched, some sweat beads appeared on his bald head and read the Buddha's sermon: “Actually, technically, I am their eldest brother, but the entrance was earlier, and their ritual of obedience was completed by me. ”