Quick Transmigration: I'm a little expert at dismantling CP

Chapter 1638 Escape from the Desolate Temple
It must be the monk, and it must be the small Buddhist hall.

A place will not appear many times for no reason, once it appears, it must have its special meaning.

Then let's go to the small Buddhist hall, Sang Xin looked at the still burning candle in his hand, turned around and returned to the small Buddhist hall.

However, after tossing and turning in the Buddhist hall for a long time, Sang Xin couldn't see where the corpse could be hidden, after all, there was no large cabinet to hide people in.

Although this place no longer exists, and naturally it is impossible to find any real corpses, everyone's obsession will stay persistently like at the last moment before death, so what Sang Xin actually wants to find is such a dead body. It's just an obsession.

Could it be there?Sang Xin finally cast her eyes on the small Buddha statue, which was only one third of her height.

There are many people who sit in Buddhism, and then the eminent monks will get relics and hide them in the pagoda for worship, while some are directly cast in the Buddha statues and worshiped with incense in the Buddhist hall. It is said that they will become extremely beautiful. It is spiritual and more effective, and its effect is far better than that of a Buddhist pagoda.

Sang Xin's eyes became darker, remembering what the aunt said in the vision before, the Ping'an Temple rose suddenly somehow, not only because of the support of the imperial court, but also because it became particularly effective.

The power of the imperial court is probably Zhang Yi, so how can it be particularly effective?The aunt also said that it was with the help of the power of ghosts and gods, so is there some kind of ulterior transaction between the abbot of Ping'an Temple and Zhang Yi?

No matter, no matter, just open it and have a look. Sang Xin also hid a candlestick for self-defense before, so she put the candlestick aside in her hand, took out another candlestick and began to smash the Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue was also made of clay, and it was very easy to smash it. Sang Xin smashed half of it. With the help of the light, I finally saw a gold-painted box at the bottom. The color is gorgeous, which is incompatible with this Buddhist hall.

What's more, when she saw the box, Sang Xin felt her whole body trembling uncontrollably, a voice told her that Zhang Qingwen was inside!
Slowly took out the box and opened it, the purpose of entering was the unburned human bones.

There was a push, and Sang Xin felt that she was pushed out. When she realized it, she found that she had returned to her original appearance, that is, she was wearing a librarian's overalls.

Not far away, the general's wife was holding the box and crying so hard that she couldn't help herself.

More than 200 years! More than 200 years!It turned out that her Wenlang had been locked up here all along.

Suddenly two faint figures appeared in the big Buddha hall outside the small Buddha hall, and Sang Xin recognized them, one was the abbot of Ping'an Temple, and the other was Zhang Yi.

"Abbot, you and I have also known each other for many years. To be honest, none of the so-called eminent monks have attainments comparable to yours, and the Buddhadharma preached today is completely incomprehensible."

There was a tinge of satisfaction on the abbot's face, but it was immediately replaced by bitterness and helplessness: "So what, Ping'an Temple, a small temple, is unknown even in this small town, and who would listen to me preaching Buddhism."

Zhang Yi smiled. He had already known the abbot's thoughts clearly. Sometimes the more pure a person is, the easier it is to control him, and the easier it is to do wrong things.

They can even go astray for trivial things that are completely insignificant in the eyes of others.

(End of this chapter)