The Mysterious Recovery of the Forgotten World

Chapter 100 Broken Temple, Monk

This is one of the neighboring cities of Okawa City, Dayun City.

The light faded, and the scenery in front of him gradually came into view.

The place Gu Li brought Li Leping to was not the noisy and bustling city center.

This place looks more like a quiet and remote mountainous area, the surroundings are dark and depressing, with no lights and no trace of human habitation.

What I was stepping on was not a modern asphalt road, but a yellow mud road, but the road surface was not as soft and smelly as when the ghosts in Qingshi Village erupted.

Surrounded by a circle of wild weeds, it seems that no one has taken care of it for a long time.

To be precise, this place does not seem like a place where people would come.

But at this moment, Li Leping's eyes were locked tightly, unable to move his eyes away.

Because in front of him, a small temple that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time appeared in his sight.

Standing in the dark, this small temple seems to have been abandoned for many years. Some of the stone walls in all directions have collapsed, and the rest of the stone walls that can stand still look like they have been exposed to the wind and sun for many years. Several cracks.

In the cracks, several tenacious weeds grow.

Li Leping has no doubts, as long as he goes up and pushes, there will definitely be another hole in the wall of this ruined temple.

It's just that he doesn't want to do it.

Because, at the entrance of the ruined temple, where the gate was already crooked by half, a bald man in a red-yellow cassock was clasping his hands, eyes closed, and seemed to be standing on the spot devoutly.

In his mouth, he didn't know what he was chanting, maybe he was reciting some kind of scriptures?

"Monk?"

Li Leping looked at the bald man standing at the entrance of the ruined temple. He was tall and thin, his eyes were a little indifferent, and his complexion was abnormally sallow, but he didn't look like he was malnourished due to eating too much vegetarian.

"There are still monks in this ruined temple in the wilderness?"

"What kind of monk would guard such a ruined temple?"

This bald head looks like a monk, but his appearance is really young, with an ordinary appearance, and his age seems to be about the same as Gu Li, who is 23 or [-] years old.

Li Leping has never seen a person who became a monk at such a young age.

What made Li Leping more cautious was that the monk was still wearing a mask.

The mask covered half of the monk's face, and the shape seemed to be a bit like the Vajra mask described by Buddhism, with his mouth open and his eyes wide open, revealing a ferocious and majestic atmosphere in his ferocious expression.

However, for some reason, Li Leping always felt a strange aura lingering on the King Kong mask.

Because normal King Kong masks should be thickly painted and brightly colored, red, yellow, blue, green, black and white can be seen on the top, which is gorgeous and at the same time gives the mask a sense of reality.

However, the mask on the monk's face seemed to have been painted off. The color on it had faded a lot, and most of it was filled with a decayed dark brown.

The majestic and upright King Kong mask became even more hideous because of this, and it looked full of disturbing aura.

Those wide eyes seemed to be glaring at everyone who looked at it.

"This benefactor, can you stop shining the flashlight on me?"

At this moment, the monk who had been clasping his hands together spoke out.

The voice was gentle, but at the same time there was some helplessness.

"Oh, sorry."

Li Leping moved the flashlight away.

He now knew why the monk had his eyes closed, and he looked pious.

Because there are two high-beam dogs in front of him.

It was just because of his status that it was inconvenient for him to speak wild words, so he waited for Li Leping to take the initiative to turn off the lights.

Unexpectedly, Li Leping's focus was all on observing him and the temple behind him, how could he think of these things.

"Hehe, Old Jiang, long time no see."

At this moment, Gu Li stepped forward and greeted him cordially.

"We just met two weeks ago. Also, don't shine your flashlight on me."

The monk on the opposite side opened his eyes slightly, showing a cold look.

He and Gu Li seem to know each other well, and they speak directly without any twists and turns.

"Forehead."

Gu Li dimmed the brightness of the flashlight with some embarrassment, but his tone was still so casual, as if talking to an old friend: "Hello? Jiang Hao, don't be so indifferent."

"I'm not indifferent."

The monk named Jiang Hao put down his clasped hands, looked at Gu Li and said, "It's not like you don't know that I have the spirit of getting up, and I have a regular schedule. I rest on time at ten o'clock every day, but today someone is past one o'clock in the morning. Call me and wake me up."

It sounded like he wasn't happy about being woken up suddenly.

"Hehe, I know, I know."

Gu Li showed a bright smile on his face, looked at Jiang Hao and patted Li Leping on the shoulder at the same time, said: "But there is no way, I have a friend who needs your help urgently."

As he said that, Gu Li pointed to Jiang Hao, and introduced: "Let me introduce, Jiang Hao, my old classmate, we are all in the same school in junior high and high school, and we came out of the same class."

"But this person doesn't know what he thinks. He volunteered to fill in the Buddhist Academy in Dayun City, and now he is a monk."

"By the way, he is now the person in charge of Dayun City."

Hearing this sentence, Li Leping looked at the ordinary monk in front of him with some surprise.

Although looking at Jiang Hao's appearance and the mask on his face, one can vaguely guess that he is a ghost master.

However, Li Leping never expected that the person in charge of Dayun City turned out to be a monk.

This time, it is really a supernatural ghost in the ethical sense.

While Li Leping was amazed, Gu Li also briefly introduced him to Jiang Hao.

"Well, I see."

Jiang Hao didn't care about Li Leping's amazed gaze when he looked at him, nor did he pay attention to Gu Li's introduction to him, but stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Come with me."

After speaking, he turned around and walked into the dark ruined temple first.

Before that, however, he took out a candle from his wide cuff and lit it.

Illuminated by the fire, he walked ahead like a marching monk guiding the way.

"Go." Gu Li gave Li Leping a look.

The two followed Jiang Hao into the courtyard that had been abandoned for many years.

On the wall, on the gate that was about to fall off, the original crimson paint had been mottled and blackened, and it was covered with pits.

The three of them walked on a path paved with stone slabs. The two sides of the path and the gaps between the stone slabs were also covered with weeds.

Especially the weeds on both sides of the path, the waist-high weeds are almost the same height as the weeds Li Leping saw in the woods of Qingshi Village.

Soon, along the stone brick road, the three came to the outside of the dilapidated temple.

Stepping over the steps in front of the door and passing through an entrance without a door, Li Leping finally came to this small temple located in the courtyard.

There is a Buddha statue enshrined in the old small temple, but the gold paint on the Buddha statue has peeled off a lot, revealing the original metal color of the Buddha statue.

The uneven distribution of gold paint on the darker Buddha statue, coupled with the pair of human-painted eyes, makes this Buddha statue give a strange sense of incongruity.

(End of this chapter)