The World of Evil Spirits: I Push This World Across the World with My Flesh

After Jiang Dao sprinkled the powder, the wound on his body healed quickly.

The health regimen ran over and over again, making him look as if he had never been injured, without any abnormality.

The shadow of the mountain is hazy.

The night was silent.

After half an hour.

A huge temple came into view.

Right in front is a broad ground paved with bluestone slabs, surrounded by carved stone railings, and an old cauldron furnace, mottled with rust, is lying on the ground.

It is the incense burner of the temple.

Although the gaps between the stone slabs have long been covered with weeds, you can still see the prosperity of the past through the square.

Suddenly, Jiang Dao frowned and glanced forward.

I saw a group of figures appeared in front of the temple, densely packed, there were more than a dozen people, all of them were dressed as Jianghu men, each with a knife and sword, and a bamboo hat, knocking on the door in front of the temple.

There was another person among them, dressed as a merchant, about fifty, wearing a felt hat, but a pair of black official boots on his feet.

"Master, there is someone!"

Du Feng on the side whispered hurriedly.

Jiang Dao took a look and whispered, "Leave them alone!"

A group of people walked towards the front of the temple.

When they noticed that group of people, that group of people obviously also noticed Jiang Dao and others.

A group of gangsters all held their swords tightly, each with sharp eyes, staring at Jiang Dao and the others without blinking.

"Don't be impulsive, maybe it's not the enemy."

The first man whispered.

A group of people are still fully alert, not daring to relax in the slightest.

Finally, Jiang Dao and his group also came to the temple.

Du Feng hurried forward, knocked on the door knocker, and began to knock on the door.

The two parties did not say a word, and all looked at each other solemnly.

Bang bang bang!

The voice was dull, echoing in the silent night.

It can be seen that this group of people should have just arrived, otherwise they would not have appeared outside the door.

After knocking on the door for five or six minutes, Jiang Dao finally heard the rustling of footsteps in the yard.

Not long after, the sound of the doorpost moving sounded.

The two thick doors were slowly opened from the inside, revealing a gap. A little monk held a paper lantern and looked out vigilantly, "Where do you all come from? Why are you visiting at night?" ?”

He didn't fully open the temple door, and there was a lock inside to prevent sudden changes.

Du Feng immediately smiled and said, "Little master, it's convenient, we are all people who travel late at night, because the night is dark, we can't go on the road, and we are tired all day, we want to stay here for a night, and we hope that the little master will be merciful. "

"Little master, we are also people on the road, please stay overnight!"

Among the group of gangsters, one also hurriedly spoke.

"Stay overnight?"

The little monk hesitated slightly, and said, "Then you wait, I'm going to ask the master."

Holding the lantern, he ran to the depths again.

At this time, among the group of people opposite, the leader finally spoke, looked at Jiang Dao and the others, and said, "Everyone, you should be people from the Jianghu, right? Li San, I don't know what to call you?"

"Jiang Da!"

Jiang Dao spoke calmly.

Chapter 40 The Weird Temple

"Jiang Da?"

The group of people on the opposite side showed suspicion and frowned.

This sounds like a pseudonym!

But they also use pseudonyms.

"Brother Jiang, if I'm not mistaken, you seem to be from the Lie Yan Gang?"

Li San's eyes flashed, and he recognized the clothes on Jiang Dao and the others.

This kind of clothing can't hide it even if you want to hide it.

The costumes of the Raging Flame Gang are all mainly black, with red flames embroidered on the chest, which is likened to a raging fire in the darkness, meaning to burn everything.

"Yes, are you all related to the court?"

Jiang Da spoke calmly, and glanced at one of them, who was wearing official boots and dressed as a businessman.

The faces of many people on the opposite side changed instantly, and the swords in their hands were tightly clenched again.

It seems that this person is extremely important and cannot be let others know.

Li San immediately stabilized the brothers, and said, "We do have some ties to the imperial court, but we have also dealt with the Lie Yan Gang and met the leader of your faction once, so I believe that Brother Jiang will not make things difficult for us. "

"I just do my own thing and don't care about the rest."

Jiang Dao opened his mouth.

"That's good!"

Li San nodded slowly.

There were still many people behind him staring at Jiang Dao closely, with malicious intentions.

With just one sentence, they can't trust Jiang Dao.

The best way is to kill people.

However, regarding the meaning in these people's eyes, Li San turned around and shook his head solemnly.

Jiang Dao's strength was so unfathomable that even he couldn't see through it.

Once you do it, the consequences will be disastrous.

When this group of people saw Li San's expression, they were startled inwardly, lowered their heads, and stopped thinking about it.

The sound of the little monk running was heard again, and he struggled to open the door lock from the inside, saying, "All benefactors, the master has agreed."

"Thank you little master."

Jiang Dao nodded, took a stone Buddha statue, and walked towards the temple first.

Du Feng and a group of people hurriedly followed behind.

Then came Li San and the others.

Wells do not violate rivers.

"Little master, is your master asleep? Can I have a visit?"

Jiang Dao asked suddenly.

"This... the master is still giving evening classes, I don't know if I can see anyone?"

The little novice hesitated.

"I also ask the little master to lead the way. I am willing to donate some incense money to promote Buddhism."

Jiang Dao opened his mouth.

"OK then."

The little novice nodded anyway, and after arranging accommodation for the two groups of people, he carried a paper lantern and led Jiang Dao and others towards the dark depths of the temple.

Along the way, Jiang Dao gradually frowned.

I saw that the temple was so deep that I couldn't see any lights.

"Little master, don't you light the lights at night?"

Jiang Dao asked casually.

"The incense in the temple is scarce, and there is no money to light the lamps. Only the master's room will be lit at night."

Little Shami said.

"I see!"

Jiang Dao nodded, called Du Feng, and ordered, "Let the brothers be careful."

"Yes, Hall Master!"

Du Feng nodded quickly and whispered instructions to the others.

A group of people walked across the courtyard.

On both sides are all gray and dark wing rooms.

After walking a long distance, they came to a courtyard.

The courtyard was pitch black, with only a glimmer of light in the front room.

The sound of wooden fish knocking came out continuously, accompanied by bursts of awkward chanting.

"Master, this benefactor said he would donate some incense money."

The little monk stood outside the door and spoke.

The sound of the wooden fish suddenly stopped, and an old voice sounded in the room, "Good, good, my Buddha is merciful, all benefactors, please come in."

Jiang Dao immediately strode forward and gently opened the door.

A strong scent of sandalwood came to the face.

The room is simple, only a Buddha statue, a futon, a huge wooden fish, and a 70-year-old monk.

The old monk has a thin body, and his beard and eyebrows are all white.

"I have seen the master, dare to ask the master's name?"

Jiang Dao arched his hands.

"Old Monk Fanning."

The old monk clasped his hands together.

"Master, I'm here, one is to donate some incense money, and the other is to ask the master something."

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Jiang Dao casually placed the stone Buddha statue on the ground, and asked, "Master, is this thing familiar to you?"

Monk Faning was slightly puzzled, stretched out his hands, picked up the Buddha statue, and looked at it repeatedly.

"There is no abnormality in the Buddha statue. Dare to ask what the donor wants to ask?"

"Is this Buddha statue a product of the temple, has it been lost recently?"

Jiang Dao asked.

"Recently, the temple has been peaceful, and no Buddha statues have been lost. Besides, there are absolutely no Buddha statues of this size in my temple. Even the smallest Buddha statue is one meter high."

Monk Fanning said.

"Have you ever lost it? What does the word under the base of the Buddha statue mean?"

Jiang Dao frowned.

"This old monk really doesn't know."

Monk Faning shook his head slightly, and handed the Buddha statue to Jiang Dao.

Jiang Dao accepted the Buddha statue, thinking in his heart, and said, "Thank you, Master, this is 1000 taels of incense money, please accept it, Master."

He casually placed the 1000 taels of silver note beside Monk Faning, got up and left.