Grave Robber: Beginnings Fusion Hydra Cypress

When everyone entered the temple, the sight before them was unbelievable.

The ancient temple has regained its luster. The glazed tiles on the roof are verdant, the red walls are majestic and solemn, the nanmu columns, carved beams and painted buildings are extremely luxurious.

Even the ground is spotlessly clean, dozens of large branches in the yard are lush, and there are several sika deer resting leisurely under the trees.

There were hundreds of monks coming and going, and everyone was in a hurry.

In the Buddhist hall not far away, there were waves of chanting, and the sound of the Buddha was faint.

It doesn't look like a long-abandoned temple.

More importantly, more than half an hour ago, they clearly saw that Lanza Temple was attacked, with fire blazing into the sky and thick smoke billowing from the temple.

But the temple in front of me didn't have any smoke, the air was fresh, and it didn't look like it had been attacked at all.

What is going on?

The fat man looked around and said confused.

"Did they clean up all the traces of the explosion?"

Hu Bayi shook his head with a strange expression.

"I saw that several roofs were blown off. Even if the traces of the explosion were cleaned up, it was impossible to repair the roofs within half an hour. It was really strange."

Wang Kaixuan looked at Dr. Luo and said with suspicion.

"You said there were three thousand ambushes in the temple, and all of your people are lamas?"

Doctor Luo and Asheng both shook their heads in shock.

"No, these monks are not ours!"

"We don't know what's going on!"

A brand-new temple with a lama appearing out of nowhere.

The sight in front of them made everyone feel incredible.

Even Ji Changsheng showed a curious look and looked at the Zhike monk who was leading the way.

"Master, how long have you been here?"

The monk Zhike thought for a moment and then replied.

"The poor monk was ordained here forty years ago. The master and fellow apprentices have lived here all their lives and rarely leave."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was even more shocked.

Lanza Temple was abandoned more than seventy years ago, and the monks in the temple have long since dispersed.

This Zhike monk said that he has lived here all his life. How is this possible?

The fat man sneered, stepped forward and grabbed Zhi Ke Monk by the collar.

"Stop pretending to be a ghost for me, you must be Wang Zanghai's subordinates, what are you pretending to be!"

Zhike Monk wasn't angry, he just said calmly.

"This donor, I don't know who Wang Zanghai is. The donor must have made a mistake."

The fat man was a fool, so he immediately pulled out the knife and put it on the monk's neck.

"Do you think I'm joking with you? Believe it or not, I'll send you to see the Buddha!"

Only then did Zhike Monk's face change slightly, and he clasped his hands together and said.

"Amitabha, good, good, good."

"The donor is too cruel, please put down the butcher knife."

If the fat man gets angry, he will stab him in the face.

But was stopped by Wuxie.

"Don't mess around until you understand the situation."

As he spoke, he pointed around.

The fat man looked up and saw more than a hundred lamas holding sticks surrounding him. However, these monks did not have murderous intent on their faces. They just saw him committing murder with a knife and came to stop him.

The little brother casually snatched the fat man's knife and relieved Zhike Monk.

"Master, may I ask what your dharma name is?"

The monk Zhike immediately replied.

"The poor monk's dharma name is Dehong."

The younger brother's expression changed and he asked again.

"Then do you know a master named Deren?"

Lama Dehong nodded and smiled slightly.

"Master Deren is the poor monk's senior brother. He asked me to greet him at the temple gate. Please come with me."

After saying that, he made a gesture of invitation and walked towards the inner courtyard.

The little brother thought for a moment and said.

"Let's go take a look first. I know Master Deren."

So everyone immediately followed, and the surrounding law enforcement lamas holding sticks also dispersed.

Lanza Temple is very large, covering an area of ​​several hundred acres, with dozens of Zen monasteries and thousands of Zen rooms.

The place where the Zhike monk took them was the King Kong Hall in the backyard, where Master Deren lived.

Under the leadership of Zhike Monk, everyone passed through more than a dozen Zen monasteries, and the more they watched along the way, the more frightened they became.

Except for the lama, there was no one else in the Lanza Temple, and the entire temple seemed to be newly built, with no flaws at all.

They seemed to have traveled through time and space, returning to the time when Lanza Temple was at its peak!

Wuxie couldn't help it and asked in a low voice.

"Mr. Ji, little brother, what is going on?"

"Did we travel through time collectively?"

Such a strange sight cannot be explained by common sense. Anyone would think of traveling through time.

But Ji Changsheng doesn't think so, because he is a real time traveler and he knows that time travel is not like this.

"It's definitely not time travel, there must be something fishy about it."

"If this is Master Hei's method, it really makes me impressed."

The younger brother said nothing, but kept looking around. The look in his eyes became more and more complicated, and he seemed to be worried.

When the fat man saw this, he couldn't help but ask.

"Brother, haven't there been no lamas in this temple for a long time? Why is the Lama Deren you know here?"

After thinking for a while, the little brother answered.

"He never left."

Everyone was confused about what he meant, but seeing that the younger brother didn't want to talk any more, they didn't ask any more questions.

After passing through more than a dozen Zen monasteries, we finally arrived at the Vajra Hall in the backyard.

The Vajra Hall is a Dharma Hall dedicated to the Eight Vajras. Some temples worship the Four Vajras, which are different.

When everyone stepped into the backyard, the first thing they saw was the ten braziers in the yard.

Ten copper basins were placed on a wooden rack, with blazing charcoal burning in the basins, and the temperature suddenly rose by more than ten degrees.

The fat man looked at it and couldn't help but said curiously.

"It's really strange. What does it mean that these braziers for warming the fire are not placed in the house but outdoors?"

When the young man saw these braziers, a trace of warmth flashed across his face.

He walked to the braziers and stretched out his hands to warm the fire.

"Everyone come and warm up. This is specially prepared for us by Lama Deren."

Everyone gathered around and roasted the charcoal fire, which quickly dispelled the severe cold and the atmosphere eased a lot.

The fat man smiled embarrassedly.

"These lamas are really thoughtful. It seems that I just blamed them wrongly."

The young man smiled slightly, which was rare to see, and said.

"Every time I came to Lanza Temple, Lama Deren would prepare ten braziers at the door. This is a habit he has developed and will never change."

When everyone heard this, they realized that the braziers were actually prepared for the young man.

The fat man couldn't help asking.

"Then what did you do here before?"

Just as the young man was about to answer, he heard an old voice coming from the house.

"It's been ten years since we last met. How are you, dear guest?"

The young man immediately looked towards the meditation room where the voice came from and said softly.

"It's been many years since we last met, Master Deren."