The Last Train to Hell

Afraid of being discovered by others.

At that time, he was afraid that I would find out something, and he showed a timid look.

Master Kongduan chanted.

"Amitabha"

I guess he must be very helpless now.

Maybe the temple he guards is not so clean.

If there is really no problem in the temple, there will be no statue of the Happy Buddha in my and Duanmei's room.

And I am very curious now, will the statue of the Happy Buddha and I really bring me blood disaster?

What kind of blood disaster will it bring, and is there any room for salvation?

"Master Kongduan, I respect you as a hermit and a monk, so I am willing to stay in the temple to cultivate myself. This is also your advice to me. The string of Buddhist beads you gave me also made me full of joy. Now it seems that this place is not as safe as you and I thought."

I didn't mean to embarrass Master Kongduan. The main reason is that if we don't make some things clear to him, it will seem that we are making trouble.

The single statue of the Happy Buddha must not be a good thing, otherwise Master Kongduan would not show such an expression.

But he still hasn't told me what kind of consequences this kind of thing will bring.

He must let me know what kind of impact this thing will have on me after being in the same room with me.

I am the victim, Master Kongduan looks like this.

It's as if I am the bad guy and he is the victim.

I waited in the hall for almost half an hour.

Except for the fact that I asked a question and got no response, all the monks were silent.

A few monks looked desperate, but this despair was fleeting.

Sometimes I wonder if the monks in the temple are all wooden.

Nothing can change their expressions.

After Duanmei came back, he nodded slightly at me, and then said to Master Kongduan in a serious tone.

"Yuanfang is dead. The little monk just now walked into a room. After he went in, I lay at the door and listened for a while. There was no sound. When I went in again, he disappeared. There was only a pool of blood in the corner of the wall."

There was a pool of blood in the corner of the wall, and the whole person disappeared.

Could it be that he escaped through the window? I thought about the layout of the temple's meditation room.

It seems that there is no back window except the front window. Where did he go?

Could there be a tunnel?

If there is a tunnel, it makes sense that the person disappeared.

If there is no tunnel, the person suddenly disappeared, leaving only a pool of blood. I am afraid that he disappeared without a trace.

The Buddhist beads in Master Kongduan's hand suddenly fell to the ground. I saw it clearly.

It was his own hand that suddenly lost its sense of proportion, and he suddenly tore the Buddhist beads apart.

"Take me to that meditation room."

I followed Master Kongduan and Duanmei and hurried to that meditation room.

Duanmei turned around and ran for about ten minutes, and finally arrived at the door of the meditation room.

I didn't expect the temple to be so big. The road that Duanmei came from just now was the backyard of the temple, which was not a place to receive pilgrims.

The little monk ran here and disappeared. Could it be related to the statue of the Happy Buddha?

After seeing this Zen room, Master Kongduan's face suddenly turned pale as paper.

He began to keep muttering, "Something bad has happened, something bad has happened."

These three words over and over again.

I don't know what happened, but looking at his expression, there must be a big problem.

Otherwise, he would never panic like this. What's wrong with this Zen room?

Or is there something else inside? What happened? Why did Master Kongduan say that?

I wanted to push the door open and go in to take a look.

As soon as I took a step forward, Master Kongduan grabbed my hand.

He pulled me back and shook his head at me.

"Don't go in, donors. This is our temple's own business. Please go to the front to rest first!"

Let me and Duanmei go to rest. I looked at Duanmei and it was obvious that he was unwilling.

This is unclear. How could he send us away?

I shook my head firmly at Kongduan.

Duanmei also shook his head, looking at our attitudes, and was particularly determined.

Kong Duan had no choice but to nod at us and then instructed the monk behind him.

"You two open the door, I'll go in."

Two strong monks walked out from behind Master Kong Duan and pushed the door open.

He pulled his clothes tight, and his expression looked like he was ready to die.

I don't quite understand why he showed such an expression. Could there be something wrong inside?

I think even if there is some danger inside, it won't be life-threatening.

Duan Mei had already gone in for a walk, so it wasn't that scary.

Duan Mei and I followed Kong Duan and entered the single room one by one.

Sure enough, there was a pool of dark red blood in the corner.

And there was nothing wrong with the rest of the room.

There was a thick layer of dust on the windowsill.

If the little monk flipped out of the window, there would be his footprints on the windowsill.

And the layout of this Zen room is exactly the same as the one I live in, and there is no back window or side window at all.

So the little monk really disappeared out of thin air.

He is a living person, so he must have left, not disappeared.

The old monk walked around the room and then went to the bedside.

I don't know what he moved, but suddenly a big hole was exposed in the house.

This is the first time I have seen the ancient art of mechanism. It is indeed profound, profound and wonderful.

There are steps inside this cave, all long strips of stone, paved steps.

You couldn't see the end at first glance, it was dark inside and there was no light.

I was on the steps and saw a pool of blood.

It can be said that there are blood stains on the steps that I can see clearly.

The little monk went down the steps, but why did he put a pool of blood in the corner.

How on earth did he get so much blood? There was a lot of blood on the steps.

If he lowered it all the way down, he might not be able to walk more than a few steps before he passed out due to excessive blood loss.

He turned on the flashlight of his cell phone and looked deep into the cave, which was about twenty steps down.

I saw the little monk. His body was covered with wounds and his eyes were wide open.

Full of fear, it seemed as if he would not rest in peace.

"The deceased was greatly frightened before his death. I suspect that he encountered something terrible in this house and that he was out of control and bleeding himself."

Duanmei said firmly, looking at him, he looked much calmer than me.

If I were half as calm as him, I would be able to survive.

Master Kong Duan’s face became increasingly ugly.

"Pass me the wooden fish."

Master Kongduan gave instructions to the monk behind him.