Chapter 316 Subsidence
Blood dripped through the grass and soaked into the soil.
In the broken eye sockets, the eyeballs that once belonged to Jiu Fenghai silently stared at the sky.
Reflects the school alarm talisman that is automatically activated due to the death of the user.
Whoops—crack!
Brilliant fireworks bloom in the sky, illuminating the forest below as bright as day.
The monks who were watching the night in the bell tower naturally noticed this conspicuous phenomenon, picked up their short sticks and ran towards the fireworks, shouting as they ran,
"what is that?"
"Someone triggered the mountain defense array?!"
"Quickly report to the abbot, Chi Chi."
The voice is stuck.
The monk who rushed out of the door stagnated in place.
The blooming fireworks solidified in the night sky.
The wind no longer flows,
The dust is no longer flying,
Everything in the world seems to be frozen.
Then,
“.Hold on to Baotong and go fast”
The monk opened and closed his mouth, making strange noises, retreated into the house, closed the door,
The fireworks in the night sky shrink back to a point, fall downward, and converge back to the talisman.
The falling leaves fly up leisurely and hang on the branches again,
The broken corpses on the edge of the ban will be quickly restored and healed.
breathe.
breathe.
Wearing that night suit, Jiu Fenghai stood there in a daze, with his mouth slightly open, breathing in the cool summer night breeze.
He still maintained the posture of taking the paper crane from his arms, his brows were unconsciously frowned,
Didn't I want to use paper cranes to investigate the Garan Sect's mountain guard array? Why did he suddenly froze for a moment.
He shook his head violently, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and was about to control the paper crane to fly,
The sound of the Buddha in the direction of the pagoda in the far distance stopped abruptly, and the great array of guarding the mountains around the mountains also stopped shaking.
Tsk, missed the opportunity.
Jiu Fenghai pursed his lips tightly, looking at the increasingly noisy temple, he had no choice but to put away the paper cranes, followed the shadows, and escaped back to the wing room.
——
"Abbot, we have checked, and there is nothing stolen on the third floor."
"Nothing was stolen on the second floor."
"Nothing was stolen on the sixth floor."
"There is nothing on the seventh floor.."
Under the pagoda, the monks are reporting the situation to Abbot Wu Wu.
Same as before, nothing was lost in the tower, only things shifted.
Abbot Wu Wu nodded, and said calmly: "I understand, let's all go back to our meditation rooms, and we are not allowed to discuss tonight's affairs in private. Kong me, you take someone to the side room to appease the pilgrims."
The monks dispersed, and the abbot raised his head to look up at the brightly lit Buddha Pagoda, and asked softly, "Brother, could it be that some enemies sneaked into Lingtai Mountain to deliberately cause trouble?"
In addition to setting up a bank to raise money, the Jialan Sect is also famous for its medical skills. As long as the gift money for the injured is sufficient, no matter who is injured, it will be treated.
As a result, countless enemies have been made in the rivers and lakes, and it is impossible to remember which deadly enemies there are.
"Do you think there is really someone in the world who can pass through countless restrictions in front of the three uncles and uncles, and come and go freely in the Buddha Pagoda?"
"Ordinary monks are naturally impossible. Including the suzerain of the Jieyi Sect, the enshrined priests of the Sui Kingdom's palace, and even the four cardinals on Mount Taihao."
Difficult to hold back and change the subject, "But if you use a different kind, the situation is different.
The world is so big, there are no surprises, and there will always be one or two different species that can go along with the current situation. "
"Not a Bodhisattva?"
"Brother, don't be joking."
The abbot's gaze was as bright as a torch, and he said quietly: "If the Bodhisattva in the temple really comes back to life,
That’s right, it can only be a demon! "
——
Monk Kongwo walked in the corridor outside the Daxiong Hall.
He just came back to appease the pilgrims, saying that the rain some time ago caused the rocks of the mountain to be unstable, causing the stupa to have a vision, which may last for a while, so that the pilgrims do not need to panic.
Seng Kongo's footsteps gradually slowed down, and the unidentified intruders searched the pagoda layer by layer in a planned way, as if they were looking for something.
The secret treasures in the pagoda have hidden restrictions, and once brought out, they will emit a vision of Buddha light.
The other party, what are you looking for?
While thinking about it, he had already reached the Daxiong Palace.
The door of the temple is open, and the lame handyman during the day is kneeling piously on the ground, polishing the wooden Buddhist altar blackened by the flames with horsetail grass,
There are also two small tin buckets at the feet.
One bucket contains waxing tools, and the other bucket contains fine sand exuding the aroma of sesame oil—this is the fine brick ash obtained by grinding and filtering green bricks, and then grinding them with sesame oil, which is often used for polishing and waxing.
"Yang Nineteen?"
Monk Kongwo frowned, and said peacefully: "It's so late, why are you still here?"
The handyman named Yang Jiujiu stood up with some difficulty, saluted, and kept gesticulating with his hands, indicating that the precept-holding monk in the squatter said that he accidentally knocked over the Buddha lamp during the day, which was a great disrespect to the Buddha. He punished himself to polish and wax the Buddhist altar overnight, and he was not allowed to eat until it was repaired.
'Hold a chicken feather as an arrow. '
Monk Kong Wo was speechless, knowing that this monk was probably too bored and made fun of handyman, so he said: "No need, re-waxing is a troublesome job.
You go to the Zhai Tang to find something to eat. Tomorrow I will go to the warehouse manager to change a Buddhist altar. You can move this table back and fill it up slowly in the squatter room.
If someone asks, just write my name. "
Yang Nineteen gratefully lifted the two tin buckets, saluted and left, while Monk Kongwo stood where he was, silently staring at the quiet Buddha statue in the hall.
The Sui Empire, which had been peaceful for more than a hundred years outside the mountain, collapsed suddenly, and the troubled times have come.
I don’t know how many households will be left alive in the Central Plains after this catastrophe.
Monk Kong Wo bowed his head devoutly to the Buddha statue, sighed, got up and stepped out of the Daxiong Hall, and closed the door.
The hall returned to darkness, and in front of the Buddha statue, the four Buddhas were silent.
click.
One of the Buddhas raised a smiling mouth, cracking an imperceptible fine line.
——
"Sink in the back mountain?"
"Is the Stupa alright?"
In the courtyard the next day, the pilgrims who got the news of the landslide were talking about it.
They all left their hometowns and went up the mountain, accepting the protection of the Garan Sect's mountain guard formation. If the rainstorm destroys the formation, then their group will also suffer.
Landslide? How can it be.
Li Ang and the others looked at each other with disbelief in their hearts.
Not to mention whether heavy rains can cause landslides, even if landslides do happen, what can the Jialan sect, which has so many monks and accumulated so many talismans, do anything about it?
A few soil-fixing talismans will do the trick.
There are other monks in the crowd who have the same idea.
They also gathered in groups of three or five, talking in low voices in a corner.
(end of this chapter)