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Two figures holding jars had already rushed to the mountain gate.

As expected, the zombies began to have problems walking up the stairs. They were very stiff and clumsy, and were thrown away by the two of them.

The two of them stood at the gate at the bottom of the mountain, looking at the zombies that were still running in the distance and chasing them. They couldn't help but stand at the door and leaned against them to catch their breath.

I was finally able to take a few good breaths.

"According to their rigid actions, it will be much easier for us in the mountains and forests. This... this way, we can also conserve our strength until dawn."

Wu Nian gasped twice, hugged the jar and said.

After all, Nan Subei had only cleared the most basic dungeon, and the strengthening of his physique was not that exaggerated, so he could only nod while holding the jar, breathing heavily.

He must take this opportunity to take a good rest.

Wu Nian looked at Nan Su Bei and said, "Give me your weapon."

Hearing this, Nan Subei stared at him and handed over the hunting knife on his waist.

Looking at the hunting knife, Wu Nian gritted his teeth, picked up the knife, and scratched his thigh with his eyes closed.

"What are you doing, brother!"

This sudden move startled Southern and Northern Jiangsu. His breathing was interrupted, and he quickly reached over and snatched the knife away.

"Why did you suddenly start mutilating yourself? Could it be that...you want to use blood to attract the enemy's attention and attract more firepower for me?"

Southern Jiangsu and Northern Jiangsu were a little moved.

Wu Nian, who was still enduring the pain, couldn't help but frowned and looked at Nan Su Bei strangely.

I don’t know if it’s because of the pain, or because of the strangeness of Southern Jiangsu and Northern Jiangsu.

"They only focus on the urn, not the person."

"And look at the knife in your hand."

Hearing this, Nan Subei looked at the hunting knife in his hand. I don’t know when a faint Buddha light appeared on the hunting knife that was originally stained with some blood.

"Enchanted? It's amazing. He is indeed a Buddhist master."

Wu Nian seemed to be used to it and was too lazy to say anything anymore. Instead, he said directly: "Quick, while the blood is still flowing, is there any attack method?"

"Yes, yes, come on, master, help me attach this one." As he said that, Nan Subei immediately took out the three steel needles from the inside of the hook on his left hand.

Wu Nian didn't bother, and directly stained the front end of the steel needle with the blood that was still flowing slowly.

Then, the blood on the thigh stopped flowing.

Gritting his teeth, he took out a roll of clean cloth that had been lying around and tied it to the wound.

Fortunately, Wu Nian was very measured and simply cut the skin and shed some blood. Apart from a slight pain, it did not affect his actions.

Then I looked back.

The zombies on the mountain were not far away from them.

"Okay, that's it, let's just run away. Each side.

If you encounter any danger, make some big noise. "

After saying that, Wu Nian hugged the jar and went directly into the forest on the left.

Nan Subei immediately carried the jar and entered the other side.

…

Inside the Sutra Pavilion of the Buddhist temple.

Zhuang Cai was holding a torch and looking at the books in front of him, among which was the diary of the first senior brother.

This diary was indeed hidden by his junior brother.

Zhuang Cai looked at the information above.

The diary here is divided into several volumes, recording almost all the problems of this temple in detail.

No wonder it was hidden. If someone comes to search, then this can be used as the best evidence.

"The master became different. He began to read the master's annotations on the "Don't Eat Sutra". The master used to be the one who least recognized the master's ideas.

He believed that he fell into evil ways, and the master did die because of evil ways.

…

Recently, the master became obsessed with it. He began to practice intensively and even continued to write annotations.

This is wrong, I have to remind him.

…

The master wants to change all the "Don't Eat Sutra" in the temple to the version annotated by the master. I don’t agree, and everyone in the temple disagrees.

I hope the master can think carefully about it

…

Why? Why did the masters agree?

Fortunately, Master Pingzui disagreed, but he didn't want to interfere with things in the temple at all.

…

I had another quarrel with the master today.

…

If something goes wrong in the temple, there must be something wrong somewhere.

…

Junior brother quietly took me to a place today. How could this happen? "

Zhuang Cai couldn't help but feel enlightened when he looked at the information inside.

This diary matches some notes and records about Master Pingzui he found in the pagoda.

He probably knew something about this temple.

The previous generation of host, who is now the author of the new version of "Don't Eat Sutra", revised the "Don't Eat Sutra" and transformed the former Buddhist philosophy into something evil.

It was precisely because of this change that the previous generation of hosts lost their popularity and finally passed away.

As the apprentices of the previous generation of hosts, this generation of hosts also dislike the previous concepts.

But later on, I don’t know why, but I started to behave like my master, and even acted more proactively.

Zhuang Cai didn't quite understand what method he used to get everyone in the temple to agree, but it was probably something like an exchange of interests.

The entire temple began to deteriorate from this moment on.

The first senior brother discovered the problem through his junior brother, the owner of the urn.

Through the records above, Zhuang Cai knew that the first senior brother was also a bit stubborn, and he actually wanted to change in this situation.

In the end, he even threatened to report him.

The natural result is death.

But fortunately he died before and. His junior brother had a communication and gave him the contact information of one of his friends.

This friend seems to be from the government and has a certain amount of power and strength.

Apparently he may have anticipated that he was in danger.

Zhuang Cai didn't know whether this junior brother succeeded, but he also died.

So this task finally fell to the secretary of the Sutra Pavilion?

Zhuang Cai took out the small bamboo tube from his arms and couldn't help but think about it.

But in the end, he also died at the last moment when he was about to be sent away.

Holding the torch, Zhuang Cai was thinking, and suddenly said: "Take me to the next one."

He did not immediately pick up the jar on the bookcase, but wanted to know where the next jar was.

He stared at the ghost to see if it would move.

The ghost flew directly outward. Seeing this situation, Zhuang Cai couldn't help but smile. Is it possible?

It seems that this is the way to solve the problem.

If an urn is found and one is taken away, there will be a big problem.

The more urns there are, the more enemies there are to pursue, and unless there are enough of them, there simply won't be enough.

But it would be much simpler if the locations of all the urns are determined first.

If nothing unexpected happens, the next jar should be the ashes jar of the Secretary of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Thinking like this, Youhun took Zhuang Cai directly to the side hall.

We arrived under the Buddha statue in the side hall.

Then the ghost stopped here and began to circle in the hall. Zhuang Cai looked left and right but did not see the urn.

Wait a moment.

They were also around here according to the blood stains before.

Zhuang Cai suddenly thought of something.

It can be seen that all the bones have been cooked, and these pigmen did not eat their own kind raw.

Well there has to be somewhere to cook.

No such traces were found in the kitchen. It was impossible for a large number of corpses to be cooked without leaving any traces.

But the kitchen is just so clean.

Moreover, the kitchen sometimes needs to prepare fast meals for pilgrims.

The kitchen is just behind the side hall.

chimney.

right.

This was ancient times, and a chimney was necessary for cooking.

What if the chimney is connected to the bottom.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Cai immediately ran out of the side hall and went to the kitchen at the back. Clean out the underside of the stove and look carefully at where the chimney connects.

Sure enough, I saw a connecting port.

This chimney is connected to the kitchen above and even the kitchen below.

Looking at the size of the chimney, it can definitely go down through the chimney. It is not necessary to find a mechanism passage leading down.