Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 372
Zhao Xiaoyin didn't understand what the pity his father was talking about, but when he saw his father walking in, he quickly followed behind.

In the dark night, there is not much light in the ancient temple, only some dim lights are still supporting and illuminating this small Buddhist kingdom.

As soon as you enter the gate of the temple, you will see several temples and an ancient tree.

The ancient tree is extremely thick, and only hazy shadows can be seen in the dark night. The trunk is so thick that it takes at least six or seven people to hold hands to hug it.

Moreover, Zhao Wujiang also discovered that the trunk of the story tree was about two feet above the ground, and there were many vines attached to it. The vines continued to twine and extend in two directions, extending out two vine-interwoven roads, connecting the main hall and the side hall. .

In such a dim night, everything around seems to be distorted, and ghosts and shadows are whirling, as if a headless ghost will emerge from the surrounding world in the next moment.

So despite having daddy by his side, Zhao Xiaoyin felt a little scared for the first time.

In Nuoda's ancient temple, there were not many lights, and there was no sound of chanting scriptures, only the rustling of leaves, which made him feel even more weird.

Zhao Wujiang took Zhao Xiaoyin's little hand, and Zhao Xiaoyin immediately felt at ease.

The father and son walked up the stairs on the side of the main hall slowly, smelling the scent of incense candles.

Outside the main hall, on both sides of the gate are two censers with a height of half a person. The censers are densely packed with incense, most of which have been burned out and only a small half is left in the incense ash, but there are still some It is still burning, as if it was ignited and plugged in not long ago.

"There are people in the temple, why don't you light the lamps?" Zhao Xiaoyin wondered as he observed the burning of these incense sticks.

The father and son pushed open the gate of the main hall. Just as the gate was opened, a dark wind blew in. The wind carried a strong smell of incense and dust from the long years.

Zhao Xiaoyin hid behind Zhao Wujiang, looked sideways, in the middle of the main hall, there was a statue of Buddha, with incense candles burning on both sides, the lights of the incense candles were a bit dim, shaking slowly in the wind.

Zhao Xiaoyin became more and more puzzled, why didn't he see the candlelight outside the hall just now?
This Buddha statue is huge, as high as one and a half floors of the main hall.

You know, the main hall of the temple is about two feet high on one floor.

If you want to see the full view of the Buddha statue, you need to stand under the statue and look up, or if you want to see the compassionate face of the Buddha head-on, you need to go up to the second floor.

With a wave of Zhao Wujiang's hand, the incense cauldron in front of the Buddha statue suddenly ignited, and the scattered incense candles that were extinguished were lit again.

He looked up and saw that there were stairs leading to the second floor at the two corners of the hall, and there seemed to be faint lights on them.

"Father, shall we go upstairs?" Zhao Xiaoyin always felt gloomy. The temple was a solemn place, but at night it gave him an extraordinarily gloomy feeling.

The originally compassionate Buddha was distorted in the night.

"No, the second floor is not where we rest."

Zhao Wujiang rubbed Zhao Xiaoyin's little head, and led him to the side door of the main hall.

Pushing open the side door of the main hall, there is a wooden corridor on the side, extending to the temple wing.

The father and son walked towards the wing room, and when they reached the middle of the wooden corridor, Zhao Xiaoyin suddenly exclaimed, pointing to the lower left side:

"Look, Daddy! What's that?"

Zhao Wujiang glanced sideways, at the bottom left of the wooden corridor, square logs were piled up in disorder, like leftover wood from repairing temples.

Between these square logs, there is a large vat with several human heads floating in it.

But these heads are not those of a certain monk, but wood carvings.

The moonlight was cold, and the ancient temple didn't have much light. These wooden heads floated in the vat, shaking faintly in the night, as if they were about to speak.

Zhao Xiaoyin shuddered, these wood carvings all face towards them, there are noses and ears carved realistically, but there are no carved eyes, which is very strange.

"Don't be afraid, in the face of monsters, monsters, ghosts and demons, as long as they are upright and upright, they will be a little bit afraid." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently:
"If you are still afraid, you can lightly recite the Golden Light Mantra or the Pure Mind Mantra."

"I know, I know, Daddy, there is a line in the Golden Light Curse 'Ghosts and demons are frightened, spirits and monsters will die', so it can scare them." Zhao Xiaoyin grabbed Zhao Wujiang's big hand.

Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled:
"It is golden light.

Even people who do not practice the Tao, as long as they often recite the golden light mantra, even if they cannot cultivate the golden light in the body, they can still cultivate righteousness in the heart.

With righteousness in the body, it is difficult to punish evil. "

"Father, is this the meaning of the root of Wan Qi?" Zhao Xiaoyin asked again, he likes to get to the bottom of many questions, and wants to understand thoroughly.

Zhao Wujiang pondered, and said slowly:
"It's understandable, but it's not entirely true."

"Okay." Zhao Xiaoyin muttered, and began to chant words in his mouth, reciting the golden light mantra.

The father and son quickly walked from the wooden corridor to the wing room.

There are eight wing rooms in total, the outermost one has a large gap in the entire side wall, and there is a dim candle light flickering inside.

Zhao Xiaoyin clenched her father's warm hand more and more, and the whole room was broken with this big hole?How can it not be repaired?
There must be something tricky.

Zhao Wujiang led Zhao Xiaoyin to the big gap, and saw a wooden bed, a small stool, a lamp shelf, and a table in the wing room.

There was no one on the bed, the candle was burning, and there was a scripture book on the table.

He also noticed that in the wing room, there were a lot of copper coins and some yellow talisman papers that had been burned until only a small piece remained.

The father and son stepped over the gap and entered this wing room. As soon as they stepped in, the scriptures on the wooden table would automatically start to flip through without any wind. During the flipping process, golden light continued to radiate, and the Buddhist scriptures inside seemed to float in the air. The air is average.

"Daddy, is this Buddhist scripture a treasure?"

Looking at the Buddhist scriptures bursting with golden light, Zhao Xiaoyin felt the pure and clean atmosphere. Compared with all the breaths he felt since entering the ancient temple tonight, it made people feel much more at ease.

"Yes." Zhao Wujiang gave an affirmative answer.

This Buddhist scripture is indeed a treasure, and it has been contaminated with the Buddhist aura of many eminent Buddhist monks and great virtues.

After the accident in the temple, few people came, or in other words, few people survived, and the Buddhist scriptures have been sleeping. Now that they feel his breath, they wake up, blooming brilliance, and the floating scriptures seem to tell them many things. Secretly average.

Zhao Wujiang walked to the table, raised his hand, and quickly turned the pages of the Buddhist scriptures, closed the pages, the golden light disappeared, and then floated into Zhao Wujiang's hands.

Zhao Wujiang took a closer look, and found that there were four big characters "Wuxiang Prajna" written on one side of the scripture.

"Father, why is this treasure just placed here?" Zhao Xiaoyin was a little puzzled, but soon, with a quick and intelligent mind, he thought of a possibility, and said in surprise:
"Father, after the accident happened in the temple, is there no one left?"

Zhao Wujiang nodded, smiled and said:
"Think a little more.

No one is just one, and the second is that the culprit of the accident is still in the ancient temple, or the strong man who came to save the ancient temple from crisis is still trapped here.

No one took this Buddhist scripture away. "

Zhao Xiaoyin looked around, feeling a little scared.

When he was outside the ancient temple, when he saw the Taoist seal talismans, he thought that the ancient temple was simply a disaster, and was rescued by the Taoist school. People from the Buddhist sect should still be there, otherwise, where did the incense in this ancient temple come from?

But now, looking back on the journey, although the incense burner in the main hall burns incense, there is no sign of any monks in the main hall, and neither father nor son heard the sound of chanting, and the whole ancient temple is lifeless.

Now seeing the gap between this scripture and the unrepaired wing room, Bibi told him that no one existed in the ancient temple for a long time.

(End of this chapter)