Being too ferocious because of caution

Chapter 460 The Second Death of "Long Night"

After returning to the room, Zhao Yi took the candle out of the glass cup and placed it on the candlestick. Compared with the three hundred candles in the hall, the light in the room pales in comparison.

The candlelight shone on the two of them, and Zhao Yi always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Is it the wind outside the window?

Is it the burning candle itself?

Or is there a problem with Huijue, the young monk who came back?

As soon as Zhao opened the evil pupil, although the power of the evil pupil was severely restricted by the rules in the temple, there were occasional clues that could be discovered.

But he glanced around and found that everything in the house was normal.

"After today, people will die every day."

Zhao Yi lay on the bed and said to Huijue who was meditating in the center of the room.

Huijue opened his eyes, his eyes showing confusion:

"Why did Donor Zhao say this?"

Zhao Yi shook his head and did not continue.

Huijue won't listen to what he says now. Only after his prediction comes true will his words be convincing enough for Huijue.

A night of silence.

The rain eased slightly on the second day. Zhao Yi had breakfast. Under the leadership of Huijue, he wandered around the Redwood Temple and came to an open area. In the center, you could see a bird-eaves pavilion with a huge yellow bell placed in the pavilion. There are ferocious Buddha and ghost patterns on them to suppress evil spirits.

The forty-nine bells rang last night and woke up Zhao Yi.

"Huijue, can this bell... really be able to drive away evil spirits?"

Zhao Yi touched his chin and observed carefully.

Huijue replied:

"certainly."

"The Buddha and ghost above were enlightened by Master Hongmu, and they willingly sealed their thousands of years of Taoism in this red copper bell. When the bell rings, ordinary evil spirits will flee in panic under the sound of the bell, with nowhere to hide!"

As the wind blew, Zhao opened his evil eyes and scanned around, and suddenly discovered something. He stepped forward to the Bird Eaves Pavilion, squatted down, and picked up a wet hair on the ground.

Very long.

Zhao Yi stared at the hair carefully for a long time with doubts in his eyes.

After searching around for a while, Zhao Yi indeed saw footprints that had not been completely diluted in the mud of some puddles.

The footprints were not big. Zhao Yi saw the goddess's feet yesterday, and they were about the same size.

This shows that the goddess came not long ago.

What is she doing here?

Hui Jue came to Zhao Yi and stopped. Raindrops kept dripping from the corners of the eaves and hit the puddles. The ripples blocked his sight.

"Donor Zhao, what are you looking at?"

Zhao Yi got up:

"Nothing, just look in the mirror in front of the water and appreciate your beautiful face."

"By the way, Huijue, how many people ring bells here usually?"

Huijue replied:

"Two people."

"Every night at midnight, someone will ring the bell, and it will stop ringing at forty-nine times."

Zhao Yi nodded and walked with Hui Jue outside the main hall. After climbing the stairs, Hui Jue stopped in front of Zhao Yi and said seriously:

"Donor Zhao, please stay. Important temple activities are taking place in the temple, so please don't disturb us."

Zhao Yi bumped his shoulder and whispered:

"rest assured."

"I'll just hang out outside and won't go in."

Hui Jue scratched his head and followed Zhao Yi. As expected, he did not enter the hall. He just walked around outside and carefully observed the candlelight in the hall.

Even during the day, these candles are still on. According to Huijue's description, these candles have been chanted and enchanted by the monks in the temple. In addition to lighting, they also have the ability to exorcise evil spirits.

Three hundred candles were fixed on special pendants above the main hall, surrounding the body of the mahogany master in the middle coffin, illuminating everything.

There is not a trace of evil in the temple.

After observing for a while, Zhao Yi and Hui Jue returned to the room.

There was another sound like a hail of bullets next door.

The woman screamed miserably.

Hui Jue's complexion changed slightly and he was about to get up immediately, but he heard Zhao Yiyi:

"What are you going to do?"

Huijue said anxiously:

"It seems something happened next door!"

"The female benefactor was raided!"

Zhao Yi looked at Hui Jue carefully and said curiously:

"Have you not seen a woman since you were a child?"

Huijue was startled when he heard this, and then scratched his shiny bald head.

"The young monk has been meditating in the temple with his brothers since he was a child. He really hasn't seen many female donors on weekdays."

Zhao Yi narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"Don't worry, her life is not in danger. She is just playing games with the man who went up the mountain together."

Huijue was doubtful and believed:

"real?"

Zhao Yi replied:

"certainly."

"If you don't believe me, just wait and listen."

The fierce battle at the other end did not last long, and then there was the sound of people putting on clothes. It was not until the two of them started chatting in low voices and complaining about the heavy rain on the mountainside and the tasteless food in the temple that Huijue finally After exhaling, he cast an admiring look at Zhao Yi:

"Donor Zhao, you are so amazing. They are indeed fine!"

Zhao Yi waved his hand:

"By the way, Huijue, how much do you know about the goddesses in the temple?"

Mentioning the strange old woman, Huijue replied:

"The goddess is from the village on the other side of the mountain. Every year she goes up to the mountain to perform special ceremonies, bringing cattle and sheep slaughtered in the village to worship the mountain god. Every year she also stays overnight in the temple and chats with Master Hongmu. "

Zhao Yi frowned.

I go up to the mountain every year and communicate with Master Hongmu, and the possibility of the goddess having problems is reduced.

If the witch is fine, then her behavior... is even more suspicious.

He remembered what the witch said to him last night.

The old man obviously knew something.

Zhao Yi took Hui Jue to knock on the door. After a few knocks, there was no response from the house. Zhao Yi pushed the door open, and there was no one inside. Everything was arranged very neatly, and there was not even a wrinkle on the mattress.

The candle was still burning in the house.

"She is not here. She may have gone to the kitchen to cook."

Hui Jue said so.

"If Mr. Zhao wants to communicate with the witch, come back in the evening!"

Zhao Yi turned around, stared into Hui Jue's eyes, and said seriously:

"Wait until the evening, and someone will die."

Hui Jue was startled, and then vowed:

"Mr. Zhao, please believe in Hongmu Temple."

"Tonight... no one will die!"

Zhao Yi smiled slightly:

"Wait and see."

...

At night.

The already gloomy weather became more and more lifeless. After the heavy rain overnight, the people living in the temple seemed to have gotten used to the sound of the heavy rain penetrating the rocks.

Inside the house, a candle was placed next to the table, bright and warm.

Zhao Yi and Huijue were eating dinner.

The two of them had a very simple meal tonight - white steamed buns + fermented bean curd.

Zhao Yi stared at the simple meal on the wooden table and frowned:

"Do you usually eat this?"

Huijue nodded:

"Fermented bean curd is delicious. Let me demonstrate it to you, Mr. Zhao."

Huijue tore open the white steamed bun, gently dipped a little fermented bean curd, and put it into his mouth.

Close your eyes, enjoy your expression, chew, chew, chew.

"See, Mr. Zhao, eating this way is also a unique enjoyment..."

Zhao Yi suddenly realized:

"Master Huijue, I understand."

Then, under Huijue's gaze, he slowly tore open the steamed bun.

He tore it, but not completely.

Then, Zhao Yi, with Huijue's smiling gaze, used a half-torn steamed bun as a clip to pick up all the fermented bean curd and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hmm..."

"Sure enough..."

Huijue's smile was stiff, his eyes widened, staring at Zhao Yi's swollen mouth chewing, and then... swallowed the whole steamed bun.

His eyes moved slightly downward, and in the bowl of fermented bean curd... there was only a little bit left at the bottom.

Huijue's eyelids were twitching.

The hand that pinched the steamed bun unconsciously exerted force.

The fermented bean curd that I eat once a week... you ate it all in one bite? !

How come I didn't choke you to death!

Just as Huijue was doubting his life, a woman's scream came from next door again:

"Ahhh!!!"

Huijue looked strange:

"They... what game are they playing?"

Zhao Yi quickly stood up and strode towards the door:

"This is not a game... they are in trouble!"

PS: First update!!

Recently someone asked me why I don't beat dogs anymore.

Here is a unified reply. My knee is in trouble and I am resting.

Now it has both legs and hands, and it hits me with one leg and two hands. Obviously it is unfair. I will take it until I recover... Humph.

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