White Bone Monkey King

"Dead, all dead."

Faced with Jin An's doubts, Zhang Zhuzi just kept repeating this sentence back and forth.

Jin An frowned: "Are you saying those people also died of the plague?"

Zhang Zhuzhu kept repeating the same sentence.

Jin An asked: "You said building a wall, do you know where that wall is?"

Seeing that Zhang Zhuzhu was still immersed in the grief of losing his loved one, Jin An couldn't help but frown a little, put his tongue on the roof of his mouth, and shouted in a thunderous voice: "Do you still want to help the villagers collect the corpses?"

As expected of Zhang Zhuzhu's biggest obsession, this shout really brought Zhang Zhuzhu's attention back, and his refocused eyes subconsciously looked towards the deepest part of the temple.

Jin An understood instantly.

"Can you stand up and walk now?" Jin An suddenly asked confusedly.

"ah?"

"Oh, okay, okay."

Zhang Zhuzhu stood up with his hands on the pillar.

Jin An nodded, then held a torch and walked towards the deepest part of the temple for the second time, to the third temple where the shadow statue was enshrined.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of trotting footsteps came from behind, and Zhang Zhuzhu caught up: "Taoist Jin'an, are you... not afraid of the plague here?"

Jin An turned around and asked, "Have you ever been afraid of coming to this old temple in the mountains to collect corpses?"

Zhang Zhuzhu nodded first and then shook his head, and said in a low tone: "Even the plague can't kill me. I, Zhang Zhuzhu, have nothing to be afraid of anymore!"

"But Taoist Master Jin'an is different. If the plague is still there, you will be infected when the body is found."

Jin An smiled freely: "Someone once looked at my face and said that I have a bad destiny because I have never seen the ancients before or since. I would like to know for a while how serious this plague is. Is it the plague or my destiny? hard."

Zhang Zhuzi suddenly looked at his facial features seriously, as if he was hesitant to speak.

Practicing the Thousand Hearts Tribulation made Jin An have many thoughts, and said with a smile: "Are you trying to say that my Yintang has turned black, that I have a short-lived appearance, and that I will suffer a bloody disaster?"

Zhang Zhuzhu was stunned and stammered: "Taoist Master Jin'an, how do you know what I want to say?"

Then he reacted and said: "It turns out that Taoist Jin An, you have already known your own affairs."

"It's a long story, so I won't talk about it." Jin An turned back and continued deeper into the temple.

ah?

Zhang Zhuzi was stunned for a moment. He suddenly realized that Taoist priest Jin'an did not seem to be a serious and rigid Taoist priest. Sometimes his words were quite out of the ordinary, which added a bit of popularity to the originally gloomy and depressing temple environment. This popularity made him feel safe, and he began to trust the other person without realizing it. He said everything he said just after they met him... When he realized what he was doing, he quickly caught up with him.

"Taoist Master Jin'an, wait for me."

"Taoist Master Jin'an, have you not married yet and started a family?"

On the way, Zhang Zhuzhu couldn't help but talk a lot, perhaps to divert his attention from thinking about the statue.

Jin An stopped in his tracks: "Why, does this plague infect unmarried people as well as married people?"

Zhang Zhuzi shook his head quickly: "That's not true."

Jin An: "Then why do you ask this?"

Zhang Zhuzhu was a little hesitant: "I wonder if you, Taoist Priest Jin'an, will be angry if I tell the truth..."

Jin An showed a gentle and friendly smile: "A gentleman is magnanimous and a villain has a long life. Do you think I look like the kind of villain with a small belly and chicken intestines?"

Zhang Zhuzhu shook his head: "Taoist Master Jin'an, you have a straight nose and a square mouth, and you are full of righteousness."

"I just think that if you have a family, you will have scruples when it comes to danger, and you will be hesitant to do things."

Zhang Zhuzhu's eyes darkened: "For example, when my brother was still alive, I always considered him for everything. I would only give in when encountering problems and never quarrel with him, for fear of disturbing my brother's peaceful pursuit of fame. But as I If my brother is killed, I won’t be afraid of anything. There is no one or thing in this world that I care about.”

"Live well, and you will definitely see your brother again." Jin An didn't know how to comfort Zhang Zhuzhu, so he could only comfort him with this.

When faced with the pain of bereavement, the most useless and counter-intuitive words of comfort are: "People cannot be sad and resigned on the Easter Day after death."

Zhang Zhuzhu didn't take Jin An's words to heart. Jin An had never even seen what his brother looked like, so how could he be sure that he and his brother would meet again, so he only regarded Jin An's words as a word of comfort and did not let him go. In the heart.

Jin An saw that Zhang Zhuzhu didn't believe it, so he didn't explain. Once he found the solution to the problem of the plague exorcism tree, he would help Zhang Zhuzhu's brother find all the corpses.

Entering the third temple this time, Zhang Zhuzhu's mentality was different from last time. This time he had a much better relationship with Jin An, and the dialogue greatly relieved his inner tension. When he faced the temple hidden in the shadow of the sutra cloth again, Although the expression on his face was still nervous and taboo when he saw the tall statue of the god, he was much calmer this time and silently followed Jin An into the temple.

Jin An opened the top layer of sutra cloth and finally came to the tall statue. The temple was built tall and the lighting distance of the torch was limited. The firelight could only illuminate the bust, while the rest of the statue was still hidden in the dark shadows.

He has great eyesight, and this kind of wild and evil roadside god cannot hide from his eyes.

As a result, what he saw was a damaged statue. The head of the statue was smashed and the statue was destroyed. This was a dead statue.

Jin An raised his eyebrows and frowned.

Zhang Zhuzhu misinterpreted the meaning and thought that Jin An frowned because he could not see the statue clearly. He swallowed and said, "This is Emperor Futian, the God of Plague. The God of Plague can cure our diseases."

Although Jin An was here, Zhang Zhuzhu was much calmer this time, but ghosts and gods have lived in people's hearts for many years, and they cannot be forgotten at once, so he was still a little nervous. Zhang Zhuzhu looked up and glanced at his head, and immediately lowered his head.

"Emperor Futian Plague God, you are so presumptuous, you have such a great name and great power." Jin An snorted heavily.

Seeing Jin An blaspheming the gods in front of the statue, Zhang Zhuzhu's expression changed, and he quietly pulled off Jin An's Taoist robe without saying a word, reminding Jin An to be careful of being overheard by the god of plague.

Since ancient times, people's fear of the word plague has been engraved in their bones, and they associate the god of plague with all bad disasters.

Jin An said matter-of-factly with a cold voice: "This statue has been destroyed by others and is already dead. There is no need to worry about a dead wild god on the roadside."

"Destroyed, destroyed?" Zhang Zhuzhu was shocked.

Jin An snorted coldly: "How dare a wild god on the roadside give himself such a great name. He wears a big hat on his small head, and it is only a matter of time that something bad happens to him."

"Never mind it, where is the wall you mentioned?"

Zhang Zhuzhu lifted up a metal lamp holder he didn't know what he was holding in his hand, and hit the altar with the tip of the candle.

Boom!

Boom!

Continuously hammering.

However, Zhang Zhuzhu's method of demolishing the wall was too time-consuming and laborious. Jin An asked Zhang Zhuzhu to step aside, and he kicked the stones on the ground with his toes. Bang, a hole was directly punched through the altar.

He kicked out stones repeatedly, and the altar was filled with holes, forming a circle. Finally, he kicked with the sole of his foot. Bang, dust flew up, and a circular entrance was successfully opened on the altar.