I'm just an ordinary Taoist priest

Chapter 116 Silk Book
Gu Yao's heart sank.

Oops, I was careless.

I had already guessed it before, and the dead monk was too slow to notice the difference in me.

There was a smile on the corner of Zong Yuan's mouth: "In the past, about ten people died every time and it was over. This time, with you here, we should be able to die three times more."

"After all, since you came in last night, they have been very active, but for some reason, they seem to favor you more than this group of sinners."

Speaking of this, Zong Yuan clasped Gu Yao's wrist curiously: "Jiu Gao and the others are all hiding, and they won't tell me what you are."

"Ah!" He cried out in pain, took a step back, and looked at his scorched hand in surprise, "You can actually hurt me?"

He looked at Gu Yao's raised hand: "Is this Lei Fa?"

It seemed that he was meeting Lei Fa, a Taoist priest, for the first time. While touching his hand injury, he looked at Gu Yao's hand.

"It's amazing that it broke my golden body so easily and still prevents my recovery."

Between Gu Yao's fingers, tiny thunderbolts are like swimming snakes: "Master, times have changed, and the me now is not the me of the past."

Lei this thing, no matter how thin it is, it can be used, whether it is a man or a woman, a monk or a Taoist priest, there is no possibility that it will be too thin to feel.

Of course, although Lei Fa is not a forbidden technique, because it is too powerful, it can also cause too much damage to people. If you use it indiscriminately to stab people, it is easy to be chased by Jing Yesi and put food in your mouth.

He operated the Netherlink Technique, and Zong Yuan in front of him was full of fiery breath, and the air was a little distorted, as if he wanted to fight him, but he seemed a little scrupulous.

Zong Yuan didn't look away until the group of monks howled again.

Gu Yao also breathed a sigh of relief, looked towards the hall, and then a cold sweat broke out on his back.

He tried his best to control his expression, and calmly handed Xiyan to Wu Shuzhu: "Something is wrong, please go back to the Golden Buddha Hall and wait for me."

Wu Shuzhu was a little confused, but he didn't really want to leave.

The flesh-body Buddha in the Golden Buddha Hall and the quiet and deserted room are a little scary to her, so she can feel at ease by following Gu Yao.

Gu Yao took out the small gourd that Fa Qing left for him from his waist, and put it in her palm: "This thing can protect you, go back quickly."

"Go."

He urged it again earnestly, Wu Shuzhu seemed to have realized that the situation was unusual, and walked away in small steps with Xiyan in his arms.

Gu Yao took a deep breath and turned to face him.

A large group of slender shadows surrounded him.

From such a short distance, he could count the wrinkles on the walnut-like eyeballs on the face of the ghost in front, and even smelled a burning smell faintly.

"This group of black shadows, could it be the people who were burned to death here 20 years ago?"

Through the gaps in the black shadows, he could vaguely see white distorted powder continuously emerging from the table.

No, not only on the table, but also around the pillars.

It's just that, there are already six more pools of white powder.

"If the black shadow is someone who was burned to death, then what is this white powder? Are they ashes?"

The qi of Gu Yao's five internal organs circulated quickly and was transported between his five fingers, a ball of condensed thunder floated in the palm of his hand.

"What are they trying to do?" He looked at the group of black ghosts calmly, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Zong Yuan had made a new movement.

Zong Yuan seemed to be able to see this group of black ghosts as well.

They are everywhere in the main hall, emerging from the ground and the walls, and slowly surrounding them.

During this process, Zong Yuan had already retreated quietly for a few feet, stood at the locked door again, jumped lightly, and took down a jade box from the door beam.

He stroked the jade box, his lips twitched, as if he was talking about something, but when he was about to open the jade box, all the changes suddenly stopped.

The white ash in the hall melted back to the ground in an instant, and the group of black shadows made a weird movement towards Gu Yao, like a Jishou salute, or a Buddhist prostration, but only halfway through, they escaped into the ground.

Gu Yao scattered the thunder in his hand: "They seem to be begging me?"

"Are you begging me to uphold justice for them? Or are you begging me to let them escape reincarnation?"

"Could it be that this temple discovered a way to forge a flesh-body Buddha, so many monks were killed for forging a flesh-body Buddha. Later, someone wanted to report it, but they were burned to death?"

"But it's not right. There is no such thing as a Buddha in the flesh. There is no need for the Golden Buddha Temple to do such a thing."

When he was thinking like this, Zong Yuan looked lost, stroked the jade box, and put the box back on the door beam.

Seeing the appearance of many monks in the hall who had escaped from death, he rushed to Gu Yao angrily: "What's going on?"

Gu Yao: ".?"

You ask me this kind of thing?

"You want them to die so much, why don't you kill them directly? Why do you bother, you kill a lot of people."

A vein popped up on Zong Yuan's forehead: "I won't kill the monk."

Immediately snorted angrily: "What are you, why do they salute you?"

You are the thing!
Gu Yao was stunned, cursed in his heart, and said: "So you are such a double-standard monster. You don't kill monks, but you kill Taoists and mortals so easily. Is it monks who saved your family, or Taoists and ordinary people?" Destroyed your ancestral grave?"

The hall returned to calm, and the group of monks restrained their expressions, returned to the table tragically, and resumed chanting.

Zong Yuan clenched and released his fists, flicked his robe for the last time, and went back to the door to sit cross-legged.

After wandering in the hall for a while, and nothing unusual happened again, Gu Yao touched the Buddhist beads and returned to the Golden Buddha Hall.

The old monk Xuxing was still standing in front of the door, looking up at the night sky with his hands together, and nodded slightly when he saw Gu Yao coming back.

"Master, I want to go to Kufo Temple, can I?" Gu Yao raised his head and saw a shooting star streaking across the starry sky. After the shooting star disappeared, he asked straight to the point.

The old monk shook his head and said, "The Kufo Temple is not open to the public."

When a look of disappointment appeared on Gu Yao's face, the old monk said again: "However, what the benefactor wants to know, there is no need to go to the Kufo Temple."

"They won't hurt the benefactor. They dragged the benefactor into a dream last night, maybe they want the benefactor to see with their own eyes what happened to them."

Gu Yao was stunned for a moment: "Master, what do you mean, let me take the initiative to fall asleep?"

"Good." The old monk nodded.

"Dream. Master, I still think it's better to go to the Kufo Temple." Gu Yao said sincerely, turning his palms to reveal a ball of red lotus fire, and then cast the filthy Vajra Curse, turning into a hideous Vajra statue behind him.

"Look, although I'm not a Buddhist disciple, I'm still very good at cultivating Buddhist supernatural powers, so I can be considered half a Buddhist disciple."

The old monk struggled to open his eyes, and took out a scroll of silk script from his robe: "Benefactor, this is the origin of Zongyuan. Someone asked me to give it to you, saying that you will change your mind after reading it."

"what?"

"There are no villains in the temple, everyone is out of kindness, but the great evil that comes from good intentions is often more unacceptable."

The old monk seemed to be talking to himself: "Whether it is Master or I, it is difficult to face."

No villains?

Gu Yao immediately thought of Zong Yuan, the murderous big bald head, you said he was not a villain, would the person who died at his hands be acceptable?
After hesitating for a while, Gu Yao walked into the hall without telling the old monk about the good things Zong Yuan had done.

"Almsgiver, if you want to fall asleep, you can't stay here, you need to go to the fasting room." The old monk's voice was erratic, coming from behind.

Gu Yao didn't answer, but turned around and bowed.

In the main hall, on the altar of the body Buddha, there is a thigh.

In the corner of the wall, the mother of Gu put her palms together with a pious expression on her face, and her whole body exuded the smell of wanting to become a monk.

The corners of Gu Yao's eyes twitched, and he walked to the bedding at the back.

Wu Shuzhu hugged his legs pitifully and huddled in the corner, weak and helpless, but very big.

Seeing him coming, he immediately grumbled and said, "Your fox ran away again, and Nuo God went to pay homage to Buddha again, leaving me alone."

Gu Yao patted her head, comforted her, sat beside her, and opened the silk book.

The ink on the silk script is just dry.

"The handwriting is surprisingly familiar." Gu Yao looked at the words on it and recalled a thing or two. ,
"The file given by the chief executive last time!"

"This silk book was given by the chief!"

Gu Yao snapped the silk script together: "Is the chief playing tricks behind the scenes?"

(End of this chapter)