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At this time, the moon began to slant to the west, and the moonlight had already shone into the entrance of the cave.

As soon as Song Yan ran to the front of the cave, he saw Cui Yu lying on the inside of the cave entrance.

"Cui Yu!"

He yelled, ran over and squatted beside him, and carefully checked his body.

His body temperature dropped, his breathing stopped, and his pulse was gone.

Song Yan didn't want to believe it, so he turned him over hastily, and then saw a bloodless face under the moonlight.The dilated pupils, the blue-gray lips, and the two obvious blood holes in the neck...all these are telling Song Yan what happened to Cui Yu.

Song Yan instantly sat down on the ground as if he lost his strength, staring blankly at the motionless person in front of him.

The 16-year-old Taoist priest had said to him with admiration, "Senior Brother Song, you are so amazing!"

He also said that he wanted to pray for his grandmother at the Luotian Dajiao, and that he wanted to participate in the lecture tomorrow night...

There was a flame in the distance, and Yang Daochang came over after a while.

Seeing Song Yan sitting there blankly, he sighed and said, "I was late and didn't save him..."

Song Yan didn't speak, but regretted on his face.

If he insisted on changing shifts, Cui Yu and the others would not have to encounter monsters; if he could come a quarter of an hour earlier, he might be able to save Cui Yu... No, it would be safer if he could persuade them not to come from the beginning up!

Seeing that Song Yan was in deep pain and unwilling to wake up, Daoist Yang put his hands on his shoulders and said in a low voice: "The matter is not over yet, what's going on with Wang Yanjun..."

Only then did Song Yan come to his senses. Although he had always had some opinions on Wang Yanjun, but tonight he could think about Cui Yu, so Cui Yu didn't save him in vain.

"Master, please tell me." He was a little confused now, and he didn't know what to do.

"You take Cui Yu out first, I'll go into the cave to see if there are other people." After giving orders, Daoist Yang picked up the torch that had fallen to the front of the cave, relit it and walked deep into the cave.

Song Yan carried Cui Yu to the open space in front of the cave, wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve, and straightened the messy hair on his forehead.

After a while, Daoist Yang came out of the cave and came to Song Yan, hesitating for a long time before saying: "There are still five people inside, all of them are...only scattered bones..."

Song Yan clenched his fists for an instant, looked up at Master, his lips moved, but he couldn't speak.

"Let's clean up here first!" Daoist Yang gave the order directly, "Not only is the stink in the cave, but also the resentment is heavy. If things go on like this, something will happen... burn it all!"

Song Yan was taken aback for a moment, then stared at Cui Yu's body, and asked in a low voice, "Is he burned too?"

"burn."

Song Yan couldn't collapse anymore, his eye sockets became wet instantly, and his throat became very tight.After coughing, he finally squeezed out a few words: "Can't take him back to the roots...Can you...leave the clothes..."

Cui Yu's clothes are full of blood stains, according to past experience, it is best not to keep them, after all, this kind of clothes is the easiest to get the original owner's resentment to stick to, but right now, Daoist Yang is hesitant.

"Okay." In the end, Daoist Yang also agreed to leave a tomb for Cui Yu.

Song Yan took off Cui Yu's coat and folded it neatly, then took off his Taoist robe and covered him.

The two masters and apprentices carried Cui Yu back to the cave, took back all the unburned bones of the two bat spirits and put them in the cave. Citation, burn everything in the cave.

Billowing thick smoke came out of the cave, with a strong pungent smell, drifting up the cliff, forming a black smoke column under the moonlight.

The pillar of smoke startled the people of Fuxing Temple, and before the fire in the cave was extinguished, Taoist Gao rushed over with a few disciples.

Looking at Song Yan and Yang Daochang's scars and bloodstains, and then looking at the fire and black smoke in the cave, Gao Daochang looked complicated.

Song Yan glared at Daoist Gao fiercely, as if he would go all out with him at any moment, which made Daoist Gao couldn't help being cautious.

Daoist Yang said coldly: "Do you have anything to say about Fuxing Temple?"

Gao Daochang bowed his hands to Yang Daochang: "Please follow me to see the temple master!"

Song Yan took Cui Yu's bloody coat and went back to Fuxing Temple with his master.

The lock and nose of the back door were broken by Song Yan, and several people came and went over the wall.After climbing back into the wall, Song Yan immediately asked, "Where's Wang Yanjun?"

Daoist Gao hesitated before saying, "He fell asleep outside the back door, and we have already carried him back to the house..."

"Asleep?" Song Yan sneered, "Did you use clappers to hypnotize you?"

Daoist Gao was stunned for a moment, and then he calmed down, but he didn't stop making excuses.

Song Yan and his master went back to the bedroom to see Wang Yanjun, fearing that something might happen to him.

Fortunately, Wang Yanjun really just fell asleep, Yang Daochang pinched him a wake-up talisman, and he woke up.

"Daoist Yang!" Wang Yanjun hurriedly struggled to his feet after seeing who the person next to him was, "I came back to report, but the back door was locked, and I called for help when I heard someone coming, and then...then I don't remember anything... ..."

What he said made Daoist Gao and the others look embarrassed.

Song Yan interrupted him and said, "We are going to see the manager here now, do you want to go with us?"

Wang Yanjun was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Where's Cui Yu? Shall I leave it alone for now?"

Song Yan's eyes darkened, and he silently handed over the bloody coat in his hand.

When Wang Yanjun saw the clothes, his hands trembled immediately, and his voice trembled even more: "He...he..."

"Sorry..." Song Yan choked back his sobs and said, "The bones can't be left...they've already been burned..."

Wang Yanjun looked at Daoist Gao and the others suddenly, and raised his voice instantly: "You did it on purpose, right? You know that there are monsters in the mountains, and you deliberately let us go to die, right?"

The Fuxing Temple and others present all looked away and did not dare to look at him. Finally, Gao Daochang said in a low voice: "For the specific situation, you should ask our temple master!"

The three of Song Yan stopped talking nonsense and followed them to meet the person in charge here.

The yard was still quiet, and no one made any noise except them.Song Yan knew that because of the weirdness on the clapper, the guests and ordinary disciples in the temple fell into a deep sleep, and they would not wake up easily.

A group of people went to a wing room on the west side of the courtyard. In the room were a few old Taoist priests with white beards and hair, and a few young disciples stood beside them.

The person in the front seat did not speak, but a person in the side seat asked first: "You guys made up the movement at the bottom of the mountain just now?"

"Yes!" At this time, it was a dialogue between the ashram and the ashram. Since the person in the first seat did not speak, Daoist Yang naturally didn't have to speak first, so Song Yan rushed to reply.

"Why did you make such a big commotion?" The old Taoist who kept asking the question looked like he was in his 60s, his face was wrinkled, and he was already in his old age, but his eyes were shining brightly, and he looked like a senior Taoist who had practiced for many years .

"What are you doing?" Song Yan sneered, "It's a long story to say, but it can be summed up in one sentence - we slaughtered the cannibals raised by your lucky stars!"

"Presumptuous!" A small road leader next to him immediately reprimanded.

"Let your mother do what you want!" Song Yan was so angry that he couldn't choose what to say, "You are such a big temple, and you have done something reckless about human life. Could it be that you are cultivating evil ways?"

"You!" The Taoist leader suddenly blushed with anger.

Holding the bloody clothes, Wang Yanjun took a step forward, and said angrily: "My junior brother Cui Yu is only 16 years old, and you tricked him to death just like this. You Fuxing Temple are really snake-hearted!"

Another young Taoist priest stood up, and it was Taoist Yu who delivered and received the letter before.He said emotionally: "You are the ones who are willing to come! We deliberately neglected you in every possible way. It was you who were greedy for the rare opportunity of Luo Tian Dajiao, so you volunteered to help! Life and death are fate, this is fate!"

"Fuck your mother!" For the first time, Wang Yanjun dared to tear his face in front of so many people and cursed loudly.

The Taoist priests of Fuxing Temple were scolded, especially Taoist Yu. He said again: "A few of my juniors have also disappeared and have not returned. Do you feel good about us?"

"You have to bear it if you don't feel it!" Song Yan mocked, "Who made you useless and dare not kill monsters?!"

The young priests of Fuxing Temple immediately blushed, and drew their swords angrily—there was thick smoke, and in order to prevent accidents, the guardian disciples and patrolling disciples were equipped with swords.

At this time, there was a sound of long swords being unsheathed in the hall, and then several shining long swords were aimed at Song Yan and others.

"What?" Daoist Yang squinted his eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "You want to kill someone?"

No one in the hall answered, and fell into a silent confrontation for a while.

After a while, the person in the first seat finally opened his eyes that had been slightly closed all the time, and said unhurriedly: "Recently there are indeed things that seem to be monsters in the mountains, because a few disciples in my view have also disappeared. But because The Luo Tian Dajiao is about to come, I don't have the energy to investigate this matter for the time being, so I ask all Taoist priests to come and help patrol the mountain to ensure that everything is normal in the temple."

He paused, looked at Song Yan and continued: "Just now this little fellow Taoist said that the monster was raised in my temple, why did he say that?"

Song Yan immediately replied: "There are two bat spirits, one big and one small. The big one is called Fu Ye, who was originally the main god enshrined when the Fuxing Temple was first established!"

Song Yan told all the news he had learned from Master Fu.

After listening to his speech, the temple master in the first seat asked calmly, "What evidence do you have to prove that what the monster said is true?"

Song Yan and others were speechless for a moment.Even if you look through the previous county chronicles, at most you can prove that the god of Fuxing Temple is called Fu Ye, but it can't prove that Fu Ye is a bat spirit. Even if there is such a saying among the people, it can only be regarded as a legend, not evidence.

The temple master smiled slightly and continued: "If it is true as you said, your fellow Taoist died at the hands of monsters, then Poor Dao and others can only express regret and are willing to chant scriptures for him to save him, and there is nothing left to help him." After all, people don't have accidents in my view."

"You!" Song Yan stared at him, trying to refute, "Want to get rid of the responsibility? How do you explain the hypnotic effect of the sound of the clapper?"

"Pindao doesn't know what you are talking about." The temple master gave him a faint look.

Song Yan was angry, but was speechless again.They did not get the clapper engraved with hypnotic charms, so there was neither witness nor physical evidence.

"You came to the temple with good intentions to help, and everyone in the temple is heartbroken when something happens. Pindao out of good intentions, I still want to advise everyone: there is no evidence for the monster's statement. If you change your words, it will be more soothing. After all, the cliff is steep and the mountain road Difficult to walk, falls, injuries and even death often happen..."

Song Yan was so angry that he was about to explode.A dead person, except for the demon, turned out to be the Fuxing Temple, regardless of the relationship, and even accused the deceased of accidentally falling to his death?

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