The Underworld Detective

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Wang Dali said in a fight, "Yangzi, this place is really a bit out of place. Let's go quickly!"

I said, "Where? Where should I go? The rain outside is like pouring in Tianhe, wait a minute."

I walked over and inspected the wooden fish, which was covered with a layer of spider webs, without any trace of being knocked at all. As soon as I put it down, I heard a crunching door push, very slowly and slowly. There is no door in the hall. Why is there a door push?

The scariest thing in the horror movie is actually not the ghost, but the shocking sound effect. If you don't believe you can watch the "Midnight Bell" with the legendary Phoenix song, it is definitely not scary.

These two bizarre movements were frightened even by Sun Bingxin, holding my clothes tightly with both hands, and crying: "Brother Song Yang, let's not mess around, right? As soon as the rain stops, go."

I nodded: "Okay!"

The torrential rain passed quickly, but it did not stop completely. It was still drizzling outside, and the sky was dark. We sat around and waited for three or four hours. Wang Dali stood up and said, "I can't stand it!"

I thought he couldn't stand the gloomy atmosphere here, but the next sentence turned out to be: "My bladder is about to explode, Yoko, please accompany me to the backyard to make it easier."

I said, "Find an empty incense burner."

Zhu Xiaohao stared at me immediately: "Who dares! I'm in a hurry with him."

Wang Dali was impatient with him long ago and scolded: "Look at you for a moment, as if this temple was opened by you, the Buddha is not so careful. Sprinkling urine on other people ’s grounds will bring me down. Look at you as pure mediocrity. "

Zhu Xiaohao said with a stubborn neck, "Dare you disrespect the Buddha!"

I advised: "Okay, let's go back and make it easier, Sun Bingxin, do you want to make it easier?"

Sun Bingxin blushed and said, "I don't need it."

Wang and I came to the backyard vigorously, and there was a side hall in the back. There was a large stone incense burner in the middle of the yard, crooked to the ground, and it was covered with weeds. On both sides were the monks' living quarters, but they were all empty.

Wang Dali and I found a corner. Wang Dali just pulled out the guy, and suddenly he uttered a fright, scaring him to almost urinate on me.

After the sound was finished and then it was very regular, Wang Dali asked with trembling lips: "What's going on?"

I heard footsteps, like Sun Bingxin's, and said, "Hurry up, put away your tools."

Sun Bingxin ran, "Brother Song Yang, did you hear me? There seems to be something strange."

I nodded: "Look over!"

We walked through the side hall and found an abandoned courtyard behind, piled up with various things, and an unfinished Buddha statue, Wang Dali screamed suddenly: "Ghost!"

After speaking, he squeaked behind me and pointed with a trembling finger in one direction.

I glanced there and took a breath. But seeing a monk standing under an old locust tree, half of his face was completely disfigured like molten wax, and some of his gums were bare-exposed, and the other half of his face was still intact. Like the double-sided person in the room, he looked at the extravagant person.

He was holding a sharp axe and was chopping firewood. What we heard just now was this sound, and a lot of firewood had accumulated under his feet!

I walked over and said politely, "Hello Master, we came in to shelter from the rain. I'm sorry to bother you. We will leave a little incense money when we leave."

The monk stopped his axe, looked at me with a spooky gaze, and continued chopping firewood without a word.

Wang yanked me vigorously: "Yangzi, the rain is getting lighter, let's go quickly, this person looks a bit abnormal."

At this time, a loud noise came, and Wang Dali jumped in shock, and the two-sided man smashed the axe on a wooden post and said in a somber voice: "Although my face is destroyed, my ears are not deaf, do n’t mess around there. Chew your tongue, watch out for Lao Tzu's axe to death! The rain has stopped, and hurry. "

I was in my heart for a while, and the monk spoke like this, and claimed to be Lao Tzu. I suddenly had an idea, shouldn't this man be a wanted criminal posing as a monk?

I tried hard to think about it. It seems that there is no such feature in the wanted prisoners who are at large in the province.

"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​A melodious Buddhist monk came, a chubby monk came over, reprimanding: "Clearance, monks do not talk, how can you talk to guests like this? Give me back and copy ten times in the Diamond Sutra and reflect on it. . "

The two men hummed and entered a room.

The chubby monk looked kind and good-looking, and was a bit of a masterly man. He had two palms and ten words: "The poor monk's method is Jingwu, it is the abbot here. A few people visit Han Temple, but also a fate. It is better to run out of fasting. Come on! "

We did n’t eat at noon. It ’s been three hours now, and we are hungry. Wang Dali said, “I ’m so sorry, let ’s donate some sesame oil!”

The abbot laughed: "Everything is fine, some people please sit in the box."

Zhu Xiaohao didn't know when he came, came over and said a few words to the abbot, and then we followed the abbot to a room where 'Xianji Kitchen' was written, where the monks ate.

There was also a monk in the room with a scar on his face and a fierce face, his eyes kept staring at Sun Bingxin. I tore off Sun Bingxin's clothes and whispered to her, "Be careful, this temple is a bit suspicious!"

The abbot instructed Scarface: "Juneng, go and prepare some dinner for the four distinguished guests."

Scarface asked, "Would you like this year's pickled radish or last year?"

The abbot replied, "Pickled this year, prepare more rice, and then ask Jingci to cut sauerkraut."

Wang vigorously said with a smile: "The monk is really particular about eating. It is also from last year. Is there any one in 1982?"

But I could n’t laugh. My grandfather said, if you go out and hear someone say this kind of specious weird, most of it is rivers and lakes black words! Take the fortune teller in the past. Before the fortune teller, the assistant asked the guest to fill out a form, and then brought the guest in. The assistant and the fortune teller would say a few words, but it sounded as if they were asking for tea. What is the weather like outside? In fact, it was all nonsense, telling the fortune-teller of the guest's family information 151, but outsiders were completely blindfolded.

I am faintly aware that they are definitely not real monks, and most likely are disguised as criminals!

After taking his seat, Zhu Xiaohao talked to the abbot devoutly and asked how many monks there were.

The abbot said with a smile, there were a lot of monks here in the early years, but then there was no incense and gradually faded. Many monks went out to swim and left them to see the temple. The daily expenses here are maintained by them going down the mountain, and the monks are happy for the poor, and they have enough tea and rice.

Zhu Xiaohao praised: "The spirit of your peace and quiet is too worthy of learning, I don't hide it. From childhood, I have been to the Buddha. When I see the temple, I must worship. I will clean the hall for you later."

The abbot folded his hands: "How dare, how dare you!"

Wang Dali whispered in a whispered snort, "Pretend, then pretend!"

I kept watching and watching, and suddenly inserted: "Abbot, are you and those masters brothers?"

The abbot replied: "Of course not, I am their master."

I sneered: "I don't have much common sense, just when I talk nonsense, since you are their master, why are you all net-literate?"

The abbot's mouth twitched obviously, some sweat beads appeared on his bald head, and he said a Buddhist chant: "In fact, strictly speaking, I am their master, but I started early, and their ordination was all performed by me Completed."