Slag attack classification system

The Buddhist beads in the monk's hand turned faster and faster... Finally, it stopped abruptly.

Regarding the question Tang Zhi just raised, he was obviously not the only one who was nervous.

Zhao Zhenhe held his breath, and after a pause, he asked the fat monk in front of him the same question as Tang Zhi. "I'm still asking about marriage... What's the name of my future half?"

While the fat monk began to keep turning the beads, the thin and tall monk opened his mouth and spoke the answer hoarsely with a voice that seemed to have been squeezed——

"When the sunshine censer produces purple smoke, it is the time when the lotus is about to bloom."

Even let people guess the answer.

As soon as the tall and thin monk said the last word, the beads in the fat monk's hands stopped turning, and a bead fell from his string of beads and rolled to the ground with a loud "click".

He didn't answer Zhao Zhenhe's question, he kept his mouth open and was about to speak, and picked up the wooden fish in his hand like other monks and kept beating it.

"It should be 10 minutes..." Liu Tian said.

After hearing what Zheng Zhen said, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and stood up one after another. It was finally over. These 10 minutes were the same as 10 years had passed, listening to this group of terrifying monks say some incomprehensible words... Everyone , only Zhao Zhenhe patted his down jacket regretfully, sincerely curious about the answer he didn't hear...

who can that be?

And the answer to Tang Zhi's question... "The purple smoke from the Rizhao censer is just when the lotus is about to bloom." Who is this talking about?

Zhao Zhenhe turned his head and found a smile on Tang Zhi's face. It seems that he has already guessed the answer to the poem, and he is very satisfied with the answer.

Zhao Zhenhe: "Have you already guessed what your answer is?"

Tang Zhi blinked mysteriously: "Of course I thought of him right away, but this monk has been struggling for so long, why not just say his name..."

Zhao Zhenhe: "Is that the person you mentioned last time? The one who doesn't let you smoke?"

Tang Zhi stared straight at Zhao Zhenhe: "Yes, it's a pity that that person is very slow. I feel that even if what this monk said is right, I'm afraid I'll have to wait for a long time..."

Zhao Zhenhe, you wood.

Zhao Zhenhe first felt sorry in his heart, according to this piece of poem "Rizhao censer produces purple smoke, just when the lotus is about to bloom." That girl is either called Ziyan or lotus, she can't be called Rizhao.. .

After a while, he was frightened again by the regret in his heart.

What is he regretting?It's obviously a fact that you don't even need to think about...

"Can we leave now, this room is dark, it's really scary." The girl in the peaked cap in the team asked again.

Zheng Zhen acted as a leader to stabilize the morale of the army, "We can't leave right now, there are many people and we are strong. Since the nightmare world led us to this place, it means that there may be clues here, everyone try to find it..."

Tang Zhi whispered to Zhao Zhenhe, "I'll bet you ten pieces of fruit candy, there must be no clues here." Although he said so, he didn't leave the team and didn't make any noise.

Those monks remained expressionless, continuing to tap the wooden fish in their hands, chanting words.

Zhao Zhenhe: "How do you know that there must be no clues in this room?"

Tang Zhi pretended to be mysterious: "I won't tell you, unless you promise me a condition..."

Zhao Zhenhe: "What conditions?"

Tang Zhi: "Kiss me, you want your lips but not your forehead."

Zhao Zhenhe: "..."

After searching for a long time, a group of people not only found no clues, but almost smashed the porcelain vase in front of the Buddha statue, and gradually gave up their search and prepared to leave.

Zhang Xin, who had been lying on the ground and trembling, also got up. She immediately looked at Li Yun'er opposite, but what she received was a chilling smile, which was very satisfying, as if some trick had succeeded.

Zhang Xin couldn't help trembling.

At this time, Li Yun'er made a silent gesture, "You're done." That's great, there's no need to die tonight.

After Zhang Xin understood the shape of Li Yun'er's mouth, her face lost all color in an instant.

At this time-

The monk who had been sitting quietly in the last row suddenly stood up and tore off the beads in his hand with a 'click', and all the beads fell to the ground with a frightening sound of 'click' and 'click'.

He picked up the mallet in his hand and made a sound like sandpaper grinding, "I-want-a-wooden-fish.

I-want-a-wooden-fish,"

This reminded Zhao Zhenhe of a horror story he had read when he was a child. The story was about a monk who was not liked by the abbot very much. The abbot took other monks to bully this monk, and the other monks in the whole temple had sent out wooden fish. , Only he didn't, every time he recited the scriptures, he could only knock in the air with a mallet, and then the abbot and other monks would keep laughing at him.

Then one day, the abbot of this temple disappeared strangely. Unexpectedly, on the same day, that unpopular monk actually owned a brand new wooden fish. The wooden fish was much more beautiful than the wooden fish held by other monks. The sound is very ethereal and pleasant.

Everyone is very envious. I don't know what kind of good material this wooden fish is made of.

Until later those monks discovered the abbot's body hanging on the roof.

The most frightening thing is that the blood-red corpse has no bones—that monk’s wooden fish was polished with the abbot’s bones, right?

The sound of sandpaper was repeated over and over again. "I want a wooden fish..."

The monk obviously had a purpose, and kept approaching Zhang Xin. Zhang Xin let out a terrible scream when he found out, and left to run away. After roaring a strange owl-like cry from his throat, he stretched out his arms and grabbed Zhang Xin's hair, and pulled it back—he picked up the mallet in his hand and hit Zhang Xin's head hard.

Zhang Xin's head was smashed like an egg, and the brains inside were like smashed coconut juice, "scraping" all splashed out and splashed on the wall.

Zhang Xin opened her eyes wide, then slowly lay down on the ground, twitched a few times, and then remained silent.

The old monk raised his mallet, turned his cold gaze to the other people in the room, turned his head stiffly, and then moved quickly——

"Ah ah ah ah ah..."

This series of actions actually happened in an instant, and everyone ran away in panic after seeing it.

Zhao Zhenhe grabbed Tang Zhi's hand and ran out. The 13 of them didn't even need shoes, and ran desperately in slippers, all the way out of the Buddhist temple.Running long distances in the snow, several people even lost their shoes, panting in the snow with bare feet.

The monk didn't seem to catch up——

A group of people were panting.

Just now Zhang Xin was the only one who didn't sit on the futon. Could it be for this reason that she was killed by the monk in the last row?

A group of people shuddered. In fact, many of them didn’t want to sit on the futon just now. If it wasn’t for Zheng Zhen’s repeated persuasion, several of them might have died...

A moment of silence spread among them.

The sun gradually moved westward, and at about noon, the group of classic cars reappeared on the snow, slowly approaching them from the horizon... This time there were only 6 cars, one less than in the morning, like this The world had predicted that one of them would die.

One car was missing, and the girl in the peaked cap was left alone, so she had to go back with Zhao Zhenhe and Tang Zhi in the same car.

After a jolt, everyone returned to the villa.

Compared with the obscure and dim temple, the warm villa is obviously not so scary. Everyone gathers around the fireplace, waiting for lunch listlessly.

After finally waiting, I found that today’s lunch is grilled fish. When it comes to fish, everyone thinks of the word wooden fish, and then thinks of the monk who just picked up the mallet like an egg to pry open his heart In the scene in the head, everyone lost their appetite. After drinking a few mouthfuls of vegetable soup, they put down their bowls and returned to the fireplace to warm up.

Zhang Xin's screams played in everyone's minds in a loop.

Two days ago, all the dead were men. Today was the first time that a woman had an accident in the team. The women seemed particularly frightened, shivering like a deer caught in the cold.

The men comforted them one after another, especially Li Yun'er, who was the most lovely and pitiful inside, a group of people surrounded her and comforted her softly.

"Don't be afraid, we will protect you even if something happens, don't worry."

"It's okay, if you are afraid at night, you can come to our room to sleep, we will take turns guarding the room at night...it's okay..."

Some men directly took off their own clothes and surrounded Li Yuner's body to show their gentlemanly demeanor.

A group of people are like eunuchs vying for favor.

Li Yuner smiled complacently in her heart, but the expression on her face remained flawless, and her small face trembled, making her look even more pitiful.

She finally turned her attention to the only indifferent man in the audience——Zhao Zhenhe, "Great wind, I'm very scared, can I sleep in the same room with you tonight? I can sleep on the floor..."

Tang Zhi interrupted immediately: "No."

After he finished speaking, he immediately stretched out his hand and pinched Zhao Zhenhe's fate's waist, pinching it warningly.

Zhao Zhenhe: "I'm sorry, I can't..."

Li Yun'er looked at Tang Zhi rather unwillingly, "Why? Sister, I will try to be as quiet as possible and not disturb you."

Tang Zhi: "But we might disturb you~" He turned to Zhao Zhenhe and winked his right eye mischievously, "You know...".

Zhao Zhenhe: "..." What do I know.