"Tick, Tick..."

The candlelight shook and the figures were everywhere.

Dark red blood dripped from the tip of the knife, and it seemed extremely abrupt in the silent hall.

The old monk raised his head, opened his clothes, and his shriveled chest fell, greedily sucking the bloody smell that faintly dispersed from the air into his lungs.

This is his addiction, and it is also the inner demon that he has been knocking out wooden fish for so many years and cannot get rid of even reading the scriptures.

People laugh in front of Buddha, ghosts hide in their hearts, and when people release the devil in their hearts, people become ghosts.

There was a slight "pop" sound, and the last stick of incense on the incense table broke.

He did not light another stick of incense as usual. He kicked the scriptures at his feet, took off his cassock, wore only a single shirt, held the pig-killing knife that had been following him for decades, and slowly walked towards the closed hall gate.

It was not until he arrived in front of the hall that he stopped and looked up at the treasure mirror hanging above him.

There was no light in the hall at this time, and the treasure mirror was naturally dark and dark, and there was no trace of the image.

"Cruff-"

He looked silently for a while, then he opened the door of the hall on one side expressionlessly and looked outside.

At some point, when it got dark, a large area of ​​dark clouds gathered above the temple. The moment he opened the door, a cold wind blew on his thin cheeks.

"It's almost time to start? These guys thought they would do it in advance, but they didn't expect that they would be more patient than me..."

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, a lightning flashed in the sky. The snow-white light reflected a crazy smile on the old face, and also reflected the corpse in the hall that was hanging upside down on the Buddha statue...

...

The dark room was very quiet.

The wind blowing in from outside the window stirred the gauze tent, and the white yarn flew up.

The incense candle on the dressing table was swaying wildly, and a slender figure sat quietly in front of the mirror with her hair combed.

"Click!"

Inadvertently, a volume of scriptures on the table fell to the ground.

The figure leaned over and picked up the scriptures, and in the light of candlelight, a shocking blood stain was touched.

Blood flowed silently on the floor, and there was a black shadow in the corner of the wall, as if there was a person curled up.

"The smelly pig slaughterer has to send someone to me before starting, which is really disgusting..."

A whisper that looked like a man and a woman sounded low in the room, with a little creepy coquettishness...

...

"Dad, why are you getting up?"

Just as he tiptoed to the yard with his bag, Monk Zhishui suddenly heard an extremely familiar and tender voice coming from his ears.

He sighed silently in his heart, turned around, and a honest smile appeared on his dull face that he would never show in front of outsiders.

He squatted down and rubbed his eyes and helped his son walk out of the door, spreading his arms.

The little boy who shaved himself into a dysentery head rolled his slippers and ran into his father's arms. His little head rubbed against his chest. Then he raised his face, revealed his innocent black eyes, and looked at his father curiously.

"Where are you going to go to the middle of the night?"

A parrot stood on the shoulder of Monk Zhishui. He smiled at his son and raised his hand to pat the parrot.

The parrot opened his mouth and screamed twice:

"It's okay! It's okay!"

The little boy couldn't help but plead, "Are you going to work again? I thought you wouldn't have to go to work after becoming a monk..."

Monk Zhishui smiled and didn't say anything, but patted the parrot with his hands.

"It's okay! It's okay!"

"Okay, OK." The little boy waved his hand angrily, turned around and walked into the room, "Remember to come back early."

Monk Zhishui squatted in place, watching his son walk into the room, and then the smile on his face slowly calmed down.

He thought about it, took out a volume of scriptures and a small mirror from his bag and placed it on the stone table in the yard.

His hands gently stroked the mirror.

On the back of the mirror, there is a photo of a young woman. Her husband is not around. She holds the child alone, but she smiles brightly at the camera.

...

"I'm sorry, Master sent us to invite you."

Looking at the two young monks standing outside the fence, Tang Qiaojue and the horse-faced Rakshasa looked at each other, and then turned their heads to look at the forest guard with a gloomy face.

"Jishi or are you planning to get into this muddy water?"

After hearing the question from the guardian, Jingsi and Jingshu both smiled bitterly, clasped their hands and lowered their heads.

"Does Master have any other choice?"

During the observation of Tang Qiaojue and the others, the guardian's brows were almost frowned into a lump. He clenched his hands again and again, and finally stood up without saying a word and walked into the thatched hut.

After a while, he walked out with a long strip of objects wrapped in cloth, and handed them to Tang Qiaojue and his two small round mirrors without borders, saying to them: "Hurry up and go to the preaching hall, give this mirror to Xinjing, and tell him, "When he returns me my favor. No matter what Xinjing wants to go out in the future, you both hide in the preaching hall and are not allowed to come out until dawn. Do you know?"

Before Tang Qiaojue and the others could react, the guardian turned to look at Jingsi and the others and said, "You go too."

Unexpectedly, the two young monks shook their heads.

The guardian was stunned, then stared at them and narrowed his one-eyed eyes, "You must be clear that if you join the 'hunting', Zhishui may not be able to save you both."

"We understand your kindness, but we are not satisfied with Master."

The forest guard grinned and spitted on the ground.

"His grandma, I didn't expect that he could not even compare to a mute after spending his whole life."

...

"Dong!Dong!"

"Boy, open the door!"

Luo Feng, who was lying on the wooden couch, woke up and pressed the bird cage that was making noise on the table with his hand, and quickly got up to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, the man in black had a very serious face entering his eyes.

"The incident has begun! You'd better tell me everything now!"

Luo Feng was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said helplessly: "If I said that, I don't know what they wanted to do, do you believe it?"

The man in black frowned and stared at him. After a moment of silence, he suddenly stuffed a long cloth bag in his hand into his arms.

"If you don't tell me, I will go find the truth by myself. Just now I saw that the abbot and Zhishui of Qingjing Temple were all walking in the same direction. You should be planning to gather there, right? Keep your sword for self-defense. As for me, you won't have to worry about it after you take me there."

Luo Feng was stunned. He was about to ask a few more questions, but suddenly noticed something. He couldn't help but look down and his eyes widened in an instant!

He pulled apart the cloth outside, revealing a long black scabbard inside.

Python skin sheath, fox face pattern.
Chapter completed!