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"Donor, this mage can tell at a glance that your complexion is gloomy and your body is stained with yin energy. You must be carrying something yin and evil with you."

The fat monk Hui Deng said profoundly.

"He is indeed the Archmage! He can see my problem at a glance." My eyes lit up, as if I saw a savior.

"To be honest, Archmage, I haven't had a good sleep for several days and nights because of these things."

There is a saying that the monks of Yunhua Temple still have basic skills, which is essentially different from the wild temples outside that purely cheat money.

But I don’t know how powerful Master Hui Deng is.

"What kind of femininity is it?"

"They are a few gadgets left over from my ancestors. My ancestors were from a wealthy family and had a lot of money and treasures. Although there are not many things passed down to my generation, they will not be a problem for me to have enough food and clothing for the rest of my life."

"The company's turnover has been slow recently, so I just wanted to take some jewelry to auction, but it didn't work out."

I pretended to be mysterious and hesitant, and successfully attracted the Archmage's curiosity.

"It doesn't matter if the donor just says it." Sure enough, Hui Deng said so.

"A few concubines from my ancestors gave me dreams and warned me not to sell my ancestors' products, otherwise they would keep pestering me."

"I don't want to do it, but without this funding, my company is dead."

"You think, is it me, the descendant, who is more important, or those things? Besides, I can buy them back when I have money in the future. It doesn't make sense at all."

I looked sad.

"I want to find a master with strong magic power to remove the yin energy from the jewelry, but I have found several in a row but they are not reliable. Alas"

"Donor, you might as well take out the vaginal objects. Our archmage will be able to think of a solution as soon as he takes a look at it." said the little monk with freckles.

"Okay, let the Archmage take a look!"

I took out eight little birds and put them on the table.

Hui Deng's brows jumped, and his expression suddenly became serious.

"There are eight ghosts in total, no wonder they are so vicious! Donor, if you continue to let them go, your life may not be saved!"

"Isn't it true? I dream every night and eight grandparents lecture me. I'm really going to die." I said with a grimace.

"Arch Mage, tell me the truth, can you help me?"

"Donor, don't worry. Buddha has a good life, so how could he watch the benefactor suffer and ignore it? This matter is simple and simple, just get rid of the ghost."

Hui Deng pondered.

"It's hard to say, because the eight ghosts will consume a lot of my mana."

"Master, please, please help me! Money is not a problem. I know money is a common thing, but I don't know how to express my gratitude except money."

As I said that, I put a thick stack of bills on the table.

"Since the donor is so sincere, of course I will not ignore it." Hui Deng's fat face showed a smile.

I pretended to be grateful, and then said: "Master, can you think of a compromise? After all, they are my grandparents. It is really unfilial to kill them directly!"

"It can be saved, but it will consume more mana." Hui Deng looked confused.

The freckled little monk calmly took out a sign for scanning the QR code to transfer money.

I almost laughed and forced myself to use my phone to transfer the money.

Hui Deng smiled with satisfaction and told me that I would be able to complete my salvation in three days and receive the bird ornaments back.

I left my contact number.

After a lot of gratitude, I bought a handful of incense and took it in my hand to walk around the temple.

Naturally, the front hall is not much to see, it was all built for tourists to see.

The important place is in the apse.

However, the door leading to the apse was closed, and there was a sign on it stating that no one should enter.

There is a camera on the wall next to it, facing the door.

Anyone who enters or exits through this door will be photographed.

This temple also knows how to keep pace with the times.

I gave up the idea of ​​sneaking in from here.

After walking around for a few times, I was probably familiar with the terrain of Yunhua Temple. I left the temple but did not go down the mountain.

Instead, find the location where the little monk climbed out of the wall last time.

Outside the wall here is a dense mountain forest, and this location is just in the blind spot of the camera.

It seems that the little monk is not stupid.

After some observation, I went back to the car and took a nap.

It gets dark.

The tourists dispersed.

The bustling Yunhua Temple returns to quiet.

The temple, which is magnificent during the day, finally reveals a bit of solemnity in the night.

I took a black umbrella and took advantage of the cover of night to arrive outside that section of the wall.

I first listened to the other side of the wall and found nothing, then I climbed over the wall and entered.

After my feet landed on the ground, I hid in the dark and looked around.

This is a small courtyard with a lot of firewood and some sundries piled up, and there is a well next to it.

The fire flickered in the house opposite, and the smell of food could be heard.

It's the kitchen.

There were monks busy inside, talking quietly.

I looked around and found a set of monk's robes hanging on a bamboo pole beside the courtyard.

I've already done it, but I don't know who forgot to take it back.

I took off my monk's robe, took off my coat and stuffed the black umbrella into my Qiankun bag, then put on my monk's robe and mask.

Just leave the hair alone.

Not long after, more monks entered the kitchen and left carrying several steaming cauldrons.

It's time for dinner.

There should be a fixed dining hall for monks to eat. It is safer for me to gather everyone in one place.

I quietly followed the monk carrying the rice out of the small courtyard and watched them enter a large room similar to a canteen.

It was filled with dozens of monks, large and small, doing their homework before cooking.

Including Hui Deng and the little monk with freckles whom I saw during the day were also there.

Waiting for the sound of chanting to start, I quietly walked to the window and took a few photos of the inside with my phone.

Then, I left the cafeteria and wandered around the back hall carefully.

What I want to do is actually find out the cause of Zen Master Taixu's death and restore the innocence of the young monk Huixin.

Therefore, I first need to find people or things related to Zen Master Taixu.

Zen Master Taixu has been dead for such a long time, so his body must be gone. I wonder if there are any clues in his room.

Monks also have a hierarchy.

Ordinary monks can only sleep on the same bunk. Elders like Taixu have their own separate rooms, but there is no sign on the door.

I can only search from room to room.

After checking several places, I decided that the independent room should be in a cleaner location at the back.

Along the dark corridor, I was walking inside, and there were slight footsteps behind me, followed by a faint light.

"somebody is coming!"

I quickly jumped out of the corridor and squatted among the flowers below, hiding myself through the dense leaves of the shrubs.

"I just thought I saw a figure here, why is it gone?"

"Did you see it wrong?"

Just after the cashier's call, two great monks came over with flashlights.

I saw their faces clearly, they were Hui Jue and Hui Hai who had appeared in Rakshasa Temple before.

"At the end of this corridor is the room where the Zen Master lived. I hope I saw it wrong. After the Zen Master went there, I often felt uneasy and always felt that he was dead."

"Brother, don't talk nonsense, be careful not to let them hear you!"

The two monks calmed down and looked around cautiously.