Shura on the pillar of the blade of ghost slayer

Chapter 283
The outer wall of the temple is covered with green moss, some parts of the black wooden door have faded and whitened, and the metal door knocker is black and shiny, and has been coated.

The whole temple gives people a feeling of being old. From time to time, there is a faint aroma of sandalwood in the courtyard. Listen carefully, someone inside is beating wooden fish and chanting scriptures.

Li Qingming looked at this monastery, but for some reason, he felt an indescribable sense of disobedience.

Just when he was hesitating whether to go in, Xiaoyou rushed up like Erha and pulled the doorknob.

There was a dangdang sound.

While knocking, Xiaoyou turned around and said to Li Qingming, "Call someone for help, I can't just talk to people with my mind, that would be too strange, and also, give me your black fox mask, I'll have to Cover this wooden head."

Throwing the black disaster-repelling fox mask to Xiaoyou, Li Qingming couldn't help complaining, "I know that speaking with the mind will make people suspicious, so it's not surprising that you wear a mask? I really don't know if you are really smart or fake smart."

Hearing what Li Qingming said, Xiaoyou suddenly stopped knocking on the door, thought for a while, and said, "It's okay, just do what you want!"

Li Qingming: ...

Makoto: ...

God, it's fine if you want it. How about you break into a relative's house during the Chinese New Year?

What if you were treated as a monster and tied up and burned in the middle of the night?
Just when he was about to complain, Zhenzhu suddenly said, "Listen, listen to the sound of knocking wooden fish and chanting sutras."

It was only then that Li Qingming noticed that the yard had become quiet. The sounds of beating wooden fish and chanting scriptures had disappeared, replaced by a series of slow, rustling footsteps, which sounded like a person with weak legs. old man.

squeak--

The black wooden door made a teeth-piercing sound, and slowly opened a crack.

A person's eyes leaked through the crack of the door, and carefully looked at the three people at the door. After confirming that there was nothing unusual at the door, he opened the door wider again, revealing a gap as wide as one person.

It was a monk who looked young, wearing a set of cassocks only worn by the abbot of the monastery.

Facing the three of them, the young monk asked calmly, without any special expression, "May I ask what you want?"

"It's like this, little master, we went to the beach to play, but we accidentally fell into the water, all our belongings were washed away, and we have nowhere to go. I wonder if we can stay overnight, and we will definitely come back later Sesame oil money. I don’t know what to call the little master?” Li Qingming made up a random reason.

The young monk looked away from Li Qingming's dark eyes, looked at the man wearing a fox mask on one side, and then at Zhenzhu on the other side. His gaze stayed on Zhenzhu's face for a moment before looking at Li Qingming again. Qingming said, "Amitabha, the poor monk named Guanglong, is the abbot of this temple. Meeting is a kind of fate. If the donor is in trouble, how can I keep you out. It's just that this temple has been around for a long time. Yes, sometimes there will be some snakes, insects, rats and ants, please forgive me."

With that said, he opened the temple door a little more, "Come in, I'll take you to the guest room, and I'll prepare some side dishes and porridge for you later, please don't be disgusted."

"Thank you Master Guanglong," Li Qingming immediately said with a smile, "You are so kind, you are really a high-spirited monk!"

Master Guanglong bowed slightly, and said softly, "Amitabha..."

This temple is not big, and the house is in a back-shaped structure. Facing the gate is a Buddhist hall. Through the half-open door, one can vaguely see a golden Buddha sitting there, with a noble manner and a compassionate expression.

There are a few simple guest rooms on the left and right sides. The doors and windows are covered with thick dust, and it looks like no one has been there for a long time.

A group of people walked along the long corridor, Master Guanglong walked in front, and Li Qingming walked behind.

"Master Guanglong, are you the only one in such a big monastery?" Li Qingming asked curiously.

Master Guanglong did not respond immediately, but took two steps forward before replying without turning his head, "Speaking of which, I am not afraid of the donor's jokes. This temple is the ancestral property. It has been the ancestor of this temple since my grandfather's generation." abbot.

Although this place is not big, when I was a child, the incense here was still very prosperous, and there were four or five monks practicing here.

It may be that my scriptures are not pious enough. This temple has gradually declined since it was received in my hands. "

"How could it be? I think the master has the temperament of an eminent monk. No, we are here, and this is a new beginning for this monastery." Li Qingming said with a smile.

Master Guanglong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said softly without turning his head, "Amitabha..."

Not long after walking, Master Guanglong pulled up his sleeves and opened the door of a room with some difficulty.

The wooden door creaked, and the dust on the door frame fell like snow.

The light entered the room, and there was a series of rustling sounds in the room, and at the same time, it seemed that something was hiding in the darkness.

The room is more than a dozen stacks in size, but it is also spacious, and it is not a problem to accommodate five or six people.

There are two square tables standing by the wall, and there are supplies such as candlesticks beside them.

"The room has not been used for a long time, and it is a bit dirty. Please clean it yourself, and the poor monk will cook some food for everyone."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Master Guanglong."

"Amitabha……"

Master Guanglong bowed slightly, then walked to the kitchen next to the Buddhist hall, and closed the door gently.

Looking at the other party's disappearing back, Li Qingming suddenly remembered something, "Oops."

Makoto asked, "What's wrong?"

"I forgot to ask if there is a bathroom in this temple, you think there should be?"

Makoto: ...

In fact, when she was still on the Three-Eyed Crow, she already wanted to complain.

"When I met you, I never saw you like taking a bath so much!"

"No, you just didn't see it." Li Qingming said with a smirk.

Then he looked at Xiao You, who was wearing a mask and having fun in the yard like Erha, and said angrily, "Come back soon, it's your turn to clean the room!"

Xiaoyou froze, turned to look at Li Qingming, and thoughtfully said, "What do you tell me about the two of you?"

Makoto immediately lowered his head, his ears turned red.

Evidently, the words were addressed to both of them.

Li Qingming threatened, "You can stay outside at night if you don't clean up."

"Wouldn't it be embarrassing for you to sleep next to me while you were sleeping in it? Or are you going to ask me to cheer you up?"

Li Qingming: ...

Just as he was about to say something, he heard a puff, and saw that Zhenzhu's face was flushed, and a white mushroom cloud seemed to erupt from the top of his head.

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(End of this chapter)