Dragon Soul in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 76 One Monk, One Ghost, One Thought

The Dafang Temple was deserted, probably because of the ghosts in this temple. Just entering the Daxiong Hall, there was a gust of cool wind blowing, and the chilly wind only blew into the clothes.

The surrounding windows were pasted with window paper, and the dim sunlight shot into the empty hall, and the light spots falling on the ground were dotted with stars, presenting various grotesque appearances, baring its teeth and claws like monsters crawling on the ground.

The Daxiong Palace was supposed to be a sacred and solemn place, but now it looks like a ghost, no wonder the people who fled are unwilling to come in, incense candles are burning in the main hall, but I don’t know where the monks in the temple have gone, Zhu Gan stepped forward to burn incense , just bowed slightly, did not kneel down and kowtow, Wang Chengen wanted to go forward to take it, but was stopped by Zhu Qian with a wave of his hand, and he inserted it into the incense ash basin by himself.

But Wang Chengen knelt down and offered incense very piously, looking very focused.

Zhu Qian said softly: "Kneel down on the ground, kneel down on the ground, kneel down on the father and mother, these gods and ghosts are just a means to fool the people to rule, if you really dedicate your life to them, then this life will be considered in vain. , maybe they are the real thieves, what they steal is not money, but faith, and they don’t have to do anything to get offerings from good men and women.”

"These people may be worthy of respect, but the moment they are promoted to the altar, they have completely changed their taste. They are high above, cold and impersonal." Zhu Qian's heart became more and more sad and angry. That must be the emperor aloof.

"Amitabha! The world of mortals is so miserable. When a benefactor sees life, he will be afflicted and disturbed by separation and attachment. If you use your sharp roots to go straight down with your body and mind, and cultivate to a place where not a single thought arises, you will be your original face, so why bother to be attached." There was only one blind eye. The old monk came out. In the dim hall, his thin body, tattered robes, and face as dry as orange peel made him look like an evil ghost dormant in the darkness.

Zhu Gan didn't expect that as soon as the old monk appeared, he had a Zen conversation with him, sneered in his heart, but didn't say anything, just looked at him coldly, he wanted to see what the old monk wanted to do. Come up with something famous.

Wang Chengen also stood up, standing beside Zhu Gan, with his big hands drooping slightly, like a tiger dozing off.

Seeing that the two of them didn't say anything, the old monk walked to the incense table alone, and knocked on the wooden fish. The sound was ethereal and filled with an inexplicable rhythm, which made people feel peaceful.

Zhu Gan walked out of the hall and came in with a bag full of silver. The bag fell to the ground with a slap, and there was a crisp clang. The old monk, who was meditating with his eyes closed, looked up at Zhu Gan in a little astonishment, his eyes full of puzzlement.

I saw Zhu Qian's sword-brow raised, although the top of his head was just an ordinary wooden hair crown, it exuded a momentum as thick as a mountain, which made people dare not look directly at it, but the old monk had a fearless face and clasped his hands Shi said: "The ordinary heart is the way, and the interest is good. When I go to Guli, I am going to be down-to-earth, open-minded, round and round, lonely cliffs and precipitous, and I don't have any insight."

The old monk took two steps forward, bowed together again and said, "Your layman, you have a good fortune." After he finished speaking, he bent down, put away all the silver, and took out an ingot, and used his mouth to hold it. He gritted his remaining teeth vigorously, making sure that it was silver, with a smile on his face.

That dried-up orange peel-like face, when he laughed at this moment, made Zhu Gan think of chrysanthemums, and his heart was full of evil thoughts, but this old guy's behavior did not make Zhu Gan feel disgusted, but instead looked at him jokingly , waiting for what he has to say.

The old monk carried a large pile of silver, turned around the main hall, and headed towards the backyard.

"This old fellow has a really thick skin." Now that the monk of Dafang Temple has collected his money, Zhu Gan is no longer polite, and leads the horse to the backyard. The grand Dafang Temple is in ruins , there are quite a lot of wing rooms, Zhu Gan found a quiet and elegant place with a better view and was relatively clean, opened the window here, and he could just see the tall tower in the distance.

The moment he entered the courtyard, he felt someone peeping from the tower, and that person was a woman. Later, he looked up. Although the distance was far away, his eyesight was sharpened after watching the sunrise in the early morning. I saw a faint figure of Miaoman.

After everything was settled, Zhu Gan walked out of the house and saw Wang Chengen waiting. Wang Chengen planned to help, but Zhu Gan refused. He is no longer Zhu Youjian. He prefers to do these small things by himself. It is precisely because of insisting on these small things that he can not slack off on big things, which can be regarded as a disguised drive for himself.

I added so much sesame oil money to Dafang Temple. At noon, a little novice with a green head brought a delicious vegetarian meal. After eating, I went for a long walk in the mountains. I wanted to watch the sunset before returning, but the scenery of the sunset However, he had traveled too much than Ri, and returned to Dafang Temple because he was afraid of ruining the good expectations for Ri's fall in his heart.

Night has come, the night in the mountain is dark and rumbling, as if the sky has collapsed, you can't see your fingers, and the autumn mosquitoes are also full of poisonous, one bite is a big bag, but staying in this quiet mountain, lying on the bed, Zhu Gan's heart also became extremely peaceful.

The red-clothed army's fighting everywhere, worrying about the next move, and all kinds of calculations have calmed down at this moment, and they just want to enjoy this tranquility.

After calming down, the sound of frogs and insects in the ears gradually became clear. Hearing the natural sound of nature, Zhu Gan closed his clothes and fell asleep in a daze.

Wow!Suddenly a piercing cry made Zhu Gan's body tense, and he jumped up from the bed at once. The dagger hidden in his cuff was already in his hand, his eyes narrowed into a straight line, and he was on guard that if there was any danger, he would immediately pounce on it. .

Wow!The voice came from behind the wall of the wing room again. It was the back mountain of Dafang Temple. There was a large virgin forest with towering trees. After listening carefully for a while, he relaxed. It was probably a night cat behind the forest, crying at night. Scary as a baby crying.

But gradually Zhu Gan realized that something was wrong, the screams were too frequent, Zhu Gan got up and opened the door, glanced at Wang Chengen who was standing aside, and said softly: "There is nothing unusual."

Wang Chengen's expression was rare and dignified: "Your Majesty, it's better to leave here as soon as possible. Your Majesty's body of gold must not be easily involved in danger!"

Zhu Gan shook his head: "How many times do I have to tell you, don't call me Your Majesty again before I re-establish the Ming Dynasty, I think that when Taizu Chengzu dared to travel the world with a sword alone, punishing evildoers and eradicating evil, until now I am an unworthy descendant, and I am surrounded by a master like you, if I am cautious, how can I conquer this huge country again."

Wang Chengen still wanted to persuade a few more words, but the words came to his lips, but he didn't say them out. Suddenly, a white shadow flashed past in front of the yard, and Zhu Gan had already chased him out first. Wang Chengen followed Zhu Gan leisurely , and followed the white shadow.

Bai Ying's speed was too fast, chasing far away to the edge of the forest, Bai Ying suddenly sank into the forest, Zhu Gan sneered, and motioned Wang Chengen to look around, only to see graveyards beside the forest, like In the mass graves, mottled tombstones stand everywhere.

The handwriting on the tombstone has been eroded and mottled by the wind and cloud, and what is written on it can't be seen. It is obvious that these cemeteries have been around for some years.

There are a few green and blue will-o'-the-wisps floating on the cemetery. At first glance, they look like a few faint blue eyes, captivating, with a kind of contempt and disdain, as if looking at an ant.

The mountain wind is blowing, mixed with a strange fragrance, the fragrance is tangy, like a musk deer, it goes straight into the nostrils, the itching seems to be the same as the real thing, I can't help but reach out and touch it, there is nothing in the nostrils, it suddenly changes It was very dry and hot, and when it was wet again, nosebleeds flowed out.

"What is this?" Zhu Gan looked at Wang Chengen and said.

Wang Chengen shook his head and said, "It's very strange. It is probably a phantom drug of a certain cult. I believe that with His Majesty's perseverance, this phantom drug will not be able to do anything to Your Majesty."

Wang Chengen would never aim at the target indiscriminately. Listening to his words, Zhu Gan felt a little settled. There are many things in this ancient thing that modern science cannot explain. As for him traveling to the Ming Dynasty, it is even more incredible, but he never thought about it. However, it was something done by a certain powerful person. Now that this weird atmosphere was created, Zhu Qian was slightly startled, and everything in his heart exploded.

"I died so badly, I didn't have enough to eat, I didn't have enough clothes to cover my body, and I was buried in such a place after death, who can help me, woo! woo!" The voice was miserable, and the cry pierced through the heart, making people feel sad , There will be deep sympathy in my heart.

Zhu Qian's heart moved. Although the voice was crying miserably, it was a female ghost, a Chinese ghost story. He had heard it countless times and was very interested. Seeing this female ghost, can I also have some luck.