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The high-energy text volume ahead Chapter 1105 Sacrifice ‘Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe--’

　　 At night, the young monk couldn't sleep well.

　　 He seemed to hear strange and weird laughter in his ears.

　　 In the dream, there seemed to be a pair of eyes close at hand, staring at him coldly, looking down and approaching him.

　　As he got closer and closer, the owner of these eyes revealed his true face and became like Senior Brother Yuanhe.

　　 It’s just that Yuanhe is a little different now, his face is covered with black and red shadows, his eyes become gloomy, and he seems to be choosing someone to eat, which makes the young monk shudder.

　　 Huge fears flooded like a tide, and people's strong desire to survive in critical moments abruptly awakened the monk from the nightmare.

　　 "Huh—"

　　 His body bounced up and his eyes widened.

　　 It was pitch black in front of him, and there was no one beside his bed.

　　 The weird and terrifying Senior Brother Yuanhe in the dream, at this time, is still asleep on the other bed.

　　 The young monk's body was still shaking. It was clear that there was no **** and terrifying scene in the previous dream, but the fear seemed to come from the depths of the soul, which made him feel particularly afraid.

　　‘Woo-’

　　 The wind blew in from the half-supported window, and made a crying sound, corresponding to the sound in the dream, which made the young monk tremble.

　　 A gloomy cold invaded the bone marrow, and he realized that he had sweated a lot at this time, soaking his whole body.

　　 "Maybe the window was not closed."

　　 He said to himself, he wanted to use his voice to embolden himself.

　　 But in this extremely quiet night, as soon as the sound came out, there was a feeling of emptiness, and it was even more frightening that the room was quiet.

　　 Not only did the monk not be comforted by his own voice, but he was frightened.

　　 The more he sits, the more upset he gets, and he slips out of bed, preparing to close the window.

　　Before he fell asleep, Senior Brother Yuanhe had a fierce temperament, and called him around, making him dissatisfied for a long time.

　　 But at this moment, I feel that I wish that the sleeping brother Yuanhe could wake up and give him a meal.

　　 He got up tremblingly, trying to close the window.

　　 Just for some reason, the window was stuck tightly, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move the wooden bolt that supported the window.

"what happened?"

　　 The young monk used the energy of breastfeeding and pulled hard--

　　 ‘Clang’, he exerted too much force, causing the wooden bolt to hit the window frame, puncturing the sticky grease paper on the window.

　　 The window fell heavily, making a loud sound.

　　 This sound was particularly harsh at night. If it had been the past, waking Yuanhe who was sleeping, he would have to jump up and point to his nose and yell at him.

　　 But at this moment there was such a big movement in the house, he was still lying on the bed and said nothing.

　　 "No," the young monk thought of the inexplicable premonition in the evening, his eyelids began to jump non-stop, and he licked his mouth:

　　 "...it won't happen anymore, right?"

　　 This fat monk is lazy and greedy, and his temper is fierce and impatient.

　　 Today, I lay motionless in the house. I didn't eat dinner without saying anything. I can't afford to teach myself if I made a big mistake. It's really not right.

　　 "Could it be dead?"

　　 Thinking of this, the young monk couldn't stand any longer, and boldly walked over to where Yuanhe was lying.

　　 He walked around in front of Senior Brother Yuanhe, squatted and moved down.

　　 I saw the fat monk bent over his body, like a cooked shrimp.

　　 bent one arm, pillowed his head, and slept very deeply. The fat face was like a swollen steamed bun, which was faintly blue in the night.

　　 He was motionless, like a wax dummy.

　　 The young monk got closer and closer, his face was only a palm distance away from him, and when he was about to reach out to catch his breath--

　　 The fat monk opened his eyes silently, and his gray pupils met him.

"what--"

　　 The shock was not trivial, and the young monk leaned back and sat down on the ground with a thud.

　　 His whole body's strength seemed to be emptied, and his body was as soft as noodles, unable to exert any strength at all.

After 　　 was frightened to the extreme, he made a quail-like sound instead, and the scream was sealed in this Buddhist room, as if it could not be transmitted at all.

"What do you want to do?"

　　 In the darkness, Yuanhe still maintained the previous sleeping position, resting his arms folded, and looking coldly at the monk sitting on the ground, his tone was a little stiff.

　　 His voice has not changed, but the tone of his speech has become a bit colder.

　　 The young monk only felt that the goose bumps were spreading layer after layer, and the throbbing sound in his chest was so loud that it almost suppressed his trembling voice.

　　 "Won and brother, I just want to see you..."

　　 He tried his best to calm down, kicking his legs to get up.

　　 But he didn't have any strength all over his body. I don't know if it was because of the dampness in the ground, or because his palms sweated too much, rubbing them on the ground and was surprisingly slippery.

　　 "What do you look at me?"

　　 The fat monk asked him again, his voice was cold, as if he had no feelings at all.

　　 "I...I think you haven't eaten in the evening... I want to know if you have anything..."

　　 "I'm fine." He replied, and his voice suddenly became illusory.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 In the darkness, it seemed that he couldn't capture where he made the sound.

　　 For this young monk, he felt that this familiar Zen room had become unfamiliar and frightened him, and he wanted to escape immediately.

　　 seemed to hide a pair of invisible eyes in all directions, watching him curiously and evilly, as if in hell.

　　 "I have never felt better..."

　　 Yuanhe's voice became a little weird, but the young monk felt that this room would not stay in this room for a quarter of an hour.

　　 "That, that's good."

　　 Under the desire to survive, he didn't know where to use his strength, and he stood up and didn't dare to look into the bed:

　　 "I can't sleep anyway, I am going to the main hall to worship the Buddha and recite sutras."

　　 After he finished speaking, he rushed towards the door of the room without waiting for Yuanhe's response, as if there was an evil spirit staring behind him.

　　 ‘crack--’

　　 The moment the door was opened, there was a cracking sound from the flesh on Yuanhe’s back.

　　 A tentacle came out from the cracked flesh, tearing the gray monk robe, revealing a strange gray-white eye hidden in the shadow.

　　‘Hey hey——’

　　 ‘hahaha——’

　　 ‘ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-’

　　 The weird sound rang again, and as the door banged shut, it echoed unscrupulously in the room:

　　 "You can't run...you can't run..."

　　 "Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhah

　　 The monk felt like a ghost was chasing his back, and ran forward lifelessly, without daring to stop for a moment.

　　 For some reason, the Tiandao Temple today looks very gloomy.

　　 The dim light can't dissipate the haze, and the mottled tree image is a "ghost" with teeth and claws.

　　 Along the way, he met many seniors who talked and laughed, and the voices of people gradually calmed him in panic.

　　In the Buddha Hall, the evening class was over long ago, but a small figure was still sitting in the Buddha Hall, facing the majestic and tall Golden Buddha, knocking on the wooden fish and chanting religiously.

　　 The dim light shone on the figure of the little monk, showing a strange harmony and holiness.

　　 Although Tiandao Temple is known as the leader of the temples under the heaven, according to the experience of this young monk who has been in the temple for several years, the monks in the temple shouted ‘Amitabha’, but most of them were not very pious deep in their hearts.

　　 There is no worries about eating and drinking, there is the respect of the royal family, the worship of the people, and the awe of the believers. The monks entering here are like entering the temple of gods, but they lack the heart of faith.

　　 But in this little monk at this time, he seemed to see the rare sincerity.

　　 The atmosphere here is self-contained. The arrival of the young monk seems to have broken the tranquility here, giving him the discomfort of being an intruder from outside.

"Hey."

　　 The young monk called out, the voice echoed in the hall, and the little monk struck the wooden fish for a while.

　　 "You monk, why don't you fall asleep in the middle of the night, so that people feel panic, how can you let others rest?"

　　 After he broke the atmosphere, he immediately felt a lot more comfortable.

　　 The little monk honestly admitted his mistake:

　　 "I'm sorry."

　　 "What scripture did you recite?"

　　 The young monk walked over and asked him.

"I do not know either."

　　 The little boy shook his head and responded.

　　 "What scriptures did you recite yourself, don't you know?"

　　 The young monk heard this and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

　　 "I didn't recite the scriptures, I was just praying for something to the Buddha." The half-year-old boy still spoke obediently when facing the young man's question.

　　 "If you don't recite the scriptures, you want to pray to the Buddha?" When the young monk heard this, his broom-like eyebrows were all raised:

　　 "Without tribute, how can the Buddha pay attention to you?"

　　 "A child is a child, and he doesn't understand the rules. How can he be so insincere?"

　　 After being trained by him, the little boy really panicked:

　　 "Pray for Buddha, do you want to offer tribute?"

　　 "That's natural." The young monk was a little complacent when he saw him squeeze him down:

　　 "Have you heard a word? The yamen opens to the south. Don't come in if you have reason or no money."

　　 "The Giant Buddha of Tiandao Temple is a first-class spirit. It can protect the vitality of the royal family and protect the country and mountains forever."

　　 This kind of refuge is not unreasonable. The emperor takes the world as a sacrifice, and the people as a sacrifice can get the response of the Buddha.

　　 "Did you see the spoilers outside? Those who don't have money to sell incense, can't even enter the hall door."

　　The rich can pray for the blessing of the Buddha by putting incense and candles.

　　 He told the kid about the fallacies and heresies he had learned from the brothers, and then asked curiously:

　　 "What are you asking Buddha?"

　　 "I'm begging him to help me find my mother."

　　 The little boy raised his head, his eyes filled with attachment, with a longing, turned into a deep obsession, buried in his heart:

　　 "I want to see my mother and be with her."

　　 "It turns out that asking the Buddha for blessing is to give a tribute?" He was a little flustered, and touched his body.

　　 He crawled back from the Nine Underworld, penniless, and nothing of value anymore.

"Naturally, the more difficult it is, the more precious the tribute will be." The young monk was so scared tonight by Brother Yuanhe. At this time, he talked to the child for a while, feeling both irritable and bad, full of malice. 'S scolding:

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "Don't read it, you will never find your mother!"

　　 "Little Mao, if you don't take advantage of the sacrifice, it is impossible for the Buddha to let you see your mother! Bah!"

　　 The moment his voice fell, the young boy's eyes suddenly became gloomy.

　　 The pupils of those eyes turned into whirlpools, and they started to spin.

　　 Below the ground, countless black air began to spread, almost enclosing the entire hall.

　　‘Click——click——’

　　 The golden Buddha sitting opposite to the young boy cracked again.

　　 The dark air danced wildly and strangely close to the body of the young monk, but he didn't notice it, and he was still looking for the strange sound that had sounded before.

　　 "I will definitely find my mother, I will find my mother..."

　　 "Sacrifice——Sacrifice——"

　　 "I will have—I will definitely have—"

　　……

　　 The episode of this night, the young monk did not take it seriously, because his heart was already full of fear.

　　 Brother Yuanhe, who was in the same room with him, has been lying in the room for two days, maintaining the same posture all the time.

　　 He no longer goes out to participate in morning and evening classes, no longer goes to the cafeteria to grab food, and even no longer has three urgency, like a dead person.

　　 There was a strange smell in the room, something like a decadent smell, but whenever the young monk turned his head to look at him, he could see his wide pair of gray eyes.

　　 Those eyes are like fishes that have been dead for a long time. They are already slightly blue, as if they are covered with a greasy film, very cautious.

　　 But when he said he was dead, he could talk and make sounds again.

　　 This made the young monk extremely frightened.

　　 Tiandao Temple, the largest temple in the world, should be a place where the Buddha's light should be shining. How could such a weird thing happen?

　　 Maybe it was because he had thought about it a lot-he comforted himself like that.

　　 But he dared not go back to the room at night. When he went out, he always felt as if he had a pair of eyes staring at him behind his back, and he became more and more frightened.

　　 A few days later, he finally couldn't bear it and reported the matter to the monk of the temple.

　　 There have been frequent strange incidents in temples recently, and everyone in the temple often said that they heard strange noises.

　　 And the time of darkness in the evening is getting earlier and earlier, and the time of daybreak is later than before.

　　 Sometimes the incense gets damp inexplicably, and no matter how it is lit, the great Zen masters in the temple also feel something is wrong and ask the monks to be more vigilant.

　　 The words of the young monk quickly caught the attention of the upper class. Several five-rank masters in the temple gathered and came to the outside of Yuanhe Senior Brother's Zen room.

　　The ordinary monk has not opened his eyes, has not cultivated his spiritual power, and can't see the abnormal movement here.

　　 But the moment a few fifth-rank mages approached the meditation house, they sensed an extremely evil aura.

　　 They realized something was wrong, and instantly understood that this matter might not be handled by their own rank.

　　 Everyone immediately retreated, temporarily sealed off the meditation room, and at the same time reported the matter to the higher-level mage.

　　 Tiandao Temple attached great importance to this, and dispatched five Grade 4 or higher mages to deal with this matter.

　　 The moment the door was shot open, the corpse was smelly!

　　 Amidst the black mist tumbling, a huge tentacles that were extremely thick came out, strangling everyone.

　　 The house is no longer a meditation house, but turned into an abyss for corpses, and a long, inhuman howling sounded, piercing the spirits of this group of wizards.

　　……

　　 The momentum of a fight was shocking, two fourth-rank mages in Tiandao Temple died tragically, and finally the monster was sealed.

　　 The moment the door was closed, it became pitch black.

　　 The magician's spiritual power blocked the door crack ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and trapped the remaining demonic energy in the house.

After the 　　 spell was cast, the door of the meditation house disappeared, and the place turned into a stone wall, and the shadow of the original door was no longer visible.

　　 "There is no Zen room here, and it is designated as a forbidden area. After nightfall, tell the disciples of Tiandao Temple not to enter here easily."

　　 The three Buddhist monks who survived by chance were full of lingering fears, and they commanded everyone with a tired expression.

　　‘Hey hey——’

　　 The existence in the house seemed to have heard their orders, a huge grimace flashed on the seal, gloomily looking at the monks, and then the seal broke out, suppressing them.

　　 The monks listened to the order in fear, and immediately stepped back a few meters.

　　 When the monster Yuanhe had transformed into death, the little boy sitting in front of the golden Buddha in the main hall of Tiandao Temple looked up at the top of his head as if feeling something.

　　 Above his head, a yellow sail dropped down somehow, and two small characters were written crookedly in blood red: Yuanhe.

　　 Under his gaze, Huang Fan kept shaking, as if he was terrified.

　　 The mortal eyes cannot see through the clues of the yellow sail, but the young boy with his hands folded can see it, and Song Qingxiao, who is outside this scene, can also see——

　　 A fat monk was hung under the yellow sail by the black air, screaming and wailing, begging for mercy.

　　 "Sacrifice——"

　　 Little Aqi grinned open the corners of his mouth, showing satisfaction, and murmured: "Mother—"

　　 Song Qingxiao, who was standing next to him, witnessed this scene, and when he heard his words, his eyes narrowed and he sighed long.