Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 373
"You take this Buddhist scripture."

Zhao Wujiang handed over the Buddhist scriptures to Xiao Yin, and the Buddhist scriptures can sense and automatically emit golden light, which shows that there is still Buddha nature in the Buddhist scriptures, which has the effect of warding off evil spirits and calming the mind.

Zhao Xiaoyin took the Buddhist scriptures handed by his father and held them in his arms, feeling a burst of warm breath, and the fear in his heart faded a lot.

The father and son walked out of this wing and walked to the next wing.

Zhao Wujiang pushed open the door of the next room, and a cold breath came over his face. The room was still furnished with the same furnishings as the first wing room, except that there were no Buddhist scriptures on the table.

He was not surprised. Before he stepped into the ancient temple, he already had a general idea of ​​the situation in the ancient temple.

After all, he is now a strong man standing at the pinnacle of art, and many things can be foreseen.

The reason why he took Xiaoyin to walk unhurriedly was to let Xiaoyin experience more, to experience the differences in this world, to experience things that he had never seen or felt before, and to increase his experience.

Zhao Xiaoyin rushed into the room, looked up and down, and found that this wing room was not much different from the previous one, except that there was no big gap in the wall, and there were no scriptures on the table.

And there are no monks anymore.

He was very curious, could it be that the monks were all eaten by monsters, leaving no scum left?So no trace?

The entire temple has been walked down nearly halfway, and there are no traces of struggle and fighting, no blood, etc. The big gap in the first wing room does not appear to be caused by force, but more like disrepair. Collapsed.

In such a big temple, the monks just packed up and left overnight?Then why is there still incense in the temple?Can you still smell the scent of joss sticks?

Zhao Xiaoyin couldn't figure it out, he knew his father Zhao Wujiang must know, but his father didn't say it clearly, so he had to let himself find out the truth.

Holding the Buddhist scriptures, he walked out of the second room, and went to the next one, pushing away one by one. The layout of the room was exactly the same as before, not much different.

Until he pushed open the seventh wing, the layout was completely different from before.

I saw that there were no beds, benches, tables and chairs in the seventh room, only a large wooden bucket, like a bathtub.

Holding the Buddhist scriptures in his arms, Zhao Xiaoyin walked cautiously towards the bathtub. When he got closer, he stepped back a few steps, his heart pounding.

Inside the large wooden barrel, there are piles of wooden carvings. These wooden carvings are all stumps, arms, and heads.

Even though it is a wood carving, not a real person, it is still particularly permeating in the dimly lit night.

Zhao Xiaoyin calmed down, approached again, and observed the wood carvings in the big wooden barrel. These wood carvings should be used to piece together Buddha statues, but why are they placed in the wing?
He also noticed that on the outer wall of the wooden barrel, there were many vermilion runes drawn. These runes came from Taoism, like wooden carvings inside the sealed wooden barrel.

Zhao Xiaoyin also discovered the difference in the seventh wing. This wing not only has a door in one direction, but also has a door on the side, which seems to lead directly to the eighth wing.

He walked towards the side door, pushed it lightly, and the cold wind came in instantly, filling the seventh wing.

Zhao Xiaoyin's pupils trembled, this door indeed leads to the eighth wing.

In the eighth wing room, there are still no beds, stools, tables and chairs, only a humanoid figure covered in vines.

Dozens of humanoid figures entwined by vines swayed in the wind. The source of the wind was a large gap in the outer wall of the eighth wing.

Like the first wing, there is a large gap in the last wing.

Zhao Xiaoyin's heart was pounding, and he didn't know whether these humanoid objects wrapped in vines were real living people, corpses, or wood carvings.

Holding a Buddhist scripture in his hand, and knowing that his father was behind him, he felt a little more at ease, and walked towards the humanoid thing entwined with vines.

Then he touched the Buddhist scriptures.

Suddenly, the Buddhist scriptures in his hand burst into dazzling golden light, and the golden light slowly pushed aside the vines in front of him, revealing the contents inside.

What is wrapped inside is not wood carvings, but dark red flesh and blood. These ones are wrapped in vines, and they are the corpses of living people.

Zhao Xiaoyin swallowed. Although he often went to Dali Temple to play with Di Renjie when he was young, and he had seen bloody descriptions in the files, but those were all words.

Di Renjie has always protected him when he was still young, and many real dead bodies with limbs and arms are protected from him.

And when he followed his father Zhao Wujiang, he almost never saw blood, because in this world, there are almost no one who can hurt his father, and there is no one who has the courage to provoke his father except the ignorant.

And his father, Zhao Wujiang, never saw blood when he shot. When facing the weak, his father would save his hand. When facing the strong, his father basically turned the strong into ashes.

Now Zhao Xiaoyin is facing such naked flesh and blood, the flesh and blood of these corpses have a kind of air-dried black red, and they are still wriggling, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable in his heart, and he feels palpitations while feeling scared.

But the next moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, and saw that the brilliance of the Buddhist scriptures became more and more dazzling, and the golden light filled the eighth room. The vines seemed to be burned, twisting and scorching black, and then turned into black ash.

And the flesh and blood of the corpse inside the vine also quickly shriveled up to the naked eye, until it melted away little by little.

Zhao Xiaoyin was shrouded in the golden light, trembling and numbness swept his whole body for a moment, then he breathed a long sigh of relief and asked:

"Daddy, what's going on?"

No one answered.

At first Zhao Xiaoyin thought it was his father Zhao Wujiang who was thinking, so he didn't answer, but soon he found something was wrong.

He suddenly turned his head, and at some point, his father was no longer standing behind him.

It seemed that when he first stepped into the seventh wing, his father did not follow behind him.

"Father?" Zhao Xiaoyin felt a sudden chill in his heart, without his father Zhao Wujiang, he felt a sense of crisis instantly.

"when!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise all around, especially loud under the silence of the night sky, like a monk knocking on a bronze bell in an ancient temple.

Holding the Buddhist scriptures, Zhao Xiaoyin hurriedly walked out of the wing room, but as soon as he reached the door of the wing room, twisted ripples appeared at the door of the wing room, and there were golden runes flowing in the ripples, blocking Zhao Xiaoyin in the room.

Zhao Xiaoyin looked out of the wing room, and there was a golden light exploding on the eaves of the second floor of the side hall not far away.

He saw the figure of his father Zhao Wujiang in the golden light, as if he was fighting someone.

The figure of the person fighting with his father Zhao Wujiang is not very clear, he looks like a Taoist, but he can be vaguely seen wearing a dark Taoist robe, holding a mahogany sword, with a string of copper coins hanging on the mahogany sword, tied with a red string.

Zhao Xiaoyin frowned, and he also noticed that the Taoist's wrists and ankles were all tied with red strings, and there were copper coins on the red strings, extending towards the dark place in the side hall.

His father, Zhao Wujiang, was as light as a swallow, holding his back with one hand, pointing at the other hand as a sword, and kept deflecting the Taoist's attack. It seemed that he didn't use all his strength against the Taoist, as if he wanted to save the Taoist's life.

(End of this chapter)