Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

The gate of the temple is closed, and it looks like a high-end hidden temple outside the world.

Outside the door, you can see the white smoke wafting from the courtyard, and you can faintly hear the sound of monks chanting through the door.

The temple is quiet and peaceful outside the temple, and even the sound of falling leaves from the big trees outside the gate is especially obvious here.

"Knock on the door?" Ding Mu was a little hesitant. When he saw that the door was closed, his first reaction was to leave, but this was obviously not possible. The two of them came here to see the special features of this temple. No matter how conflicted they were , still have to go in.

"Let's go together." Guan Yi took Ding Mu's hand and squeezed it.

Ding Mu felt a little ashamed, what does a big man look like.So he cheered up and walked ahead, still holding the subject's hand.

There were three knocks on the door, and the continuous chanting in the courtyard suddenly stopped. At that moment, a feeling very similar to the feeling of staring in Yinshan appeared.Ding Mu seemed to have imagined the strange scene in the temple - the ancient temple in the deep mountains, the monks gathered, sitting in the main hall and chanting sutras, as if they were waiting for something.

At this time, suddenly a passenger strayed into this place and knocked on the door that had been waiting for. The moment the sound sounded, all the monks stopped chanting and looked towards the gate together.

Mechanical, fast and accurate.

It's like a puppet on a string.

This kind of imagination startled him, and he couldn't help swallowing, listening to the movement inside.

The sound of chanting stopped for a while, and then another sound sounded, it was a sound of footsteps, brisk and steady, not hurried or slow.

When the footsteps gradually approached and reached the door, there was a pause, and instead of opening the door, he just asked, "Who is here?"

Ding Mu was stunned, not knowing how to answer, thought for a while, and said, "Master, we want to come to your temple to ask for a peace talisman."

He only said it was a safe talisman, not a painting or a dragon.

"Squeak --" the door opened, revealing the black and fat monk inside.

The monk's eyebrows were not considered long, they were broken in the middle of the eyelids, and the eye sockets were a little sunken. His eyes looked fierce, and he didn't look like a kind-hearted monk no matter what.

Even the chubby little monk Xinghui looked more like a monk than him.

Ding Mu suppressed the doubts in his heart, and said that the monk did not have a standard appearance. After several years, he still judged right and wrong based on his appearance. If he doesn't look like a good person, is it true that he is not a good person?

"Follow me." The monk nodded to them.

As soon as the two of them entered the courtyard, they stopped in their tracks. It was just because the two rows of monks sitting in the main hall were all staring at the two of them.

Like a sculpture sitting in a hall.

They passed by the path next to the main hall and entered the backyard. When they entered the entrance of the main hall, Ding Mu saw that there was a statue of a goddess in elegant clothes enshrined in the store. A sword is hanging, and a white rabbit is lying at the feet. Because the statue is tall, the face cannot be seen.

Not a bodhisattva.

Rather like Chang'e.

This is the temple of the Moon Sect.

he thought to himself.

The monk took them to a room behind the main hall. There were many paintings hanging in this room, most of which were dragons. Besides dragons, there were other animals, but not as many as dragons.

All dragons have no eyes.

"Tell me about your troubles," said the monk.

Ding Mu and Guan Yi looked at each other, gained a little confidence, turned to look at the monk, and said: "My son has not been in good health since he was a child, and he always had a fever. It has become more serious than before. He... ..."

He paused for a moment, as if he was pondering over his words, and seemed a little embarrassed to speak. He glanced at the monk and continued: "He started talking nonsense."

"What did you say?" the monk asked.

The expression was calm, as if it was just a routine inquiry.

"He said he saw a ghost." Ding Mu babbled the information he got from the shopkeeper yesterday and replaced it with his own words, and told the monk, half-truths, half-false, very bluffing.

"Oh? Ghost?" The monk seemed a little puzzled, "Do you want to..."

"I heard about your temple from my neighbors. They said that if you ask for a safe talisman and hang it at home, it will protect the child's soul." Ding Mu said sincerely.

Looks like an old father worried about his son, it would be better if he wasn't so young.

"You look very young, you don't seem like someone who would believe in such things." The monk said, his eyes looked back and forth on Ding Mu, as if he had doubts.

Ding Mu said in a hurry: "Master, I just look young, but in fact I'm already 37. My wife and I finally had this child, so nothing can happen, Master!"

At this time, his face was full of anxiety, just like a father who was in a hurry.

The monk's eyes no longer secretly glanced at the two of them, and he seemed a little convinced.

Ding Mu said that he almost believed it, and felt that he really had a son who was difficult to cure, and that son was suffering from illness and was about to die. Seeing that the monk was still a little puzzled, he rushed forward Hugging him, crying: "Master! I'm not sure, so I beg you, save my son! I don't want him to suffer so much! He's only three years old!"

Guan Yi: "..."