blood fox

Chapter 70

In fact, the scenery of Xilin Temple is quite good. The Suolongjing is nourishing the beautiful vegetation, and there are vegetables grown by the monks in the temple.

At this time, the green beans and jar beans are all fruited, hanging on the emerald green vines one by one, the leaves are stained with morning mist, reflecting the sun, shining with crystal water, vibrant and beautiful.

Qin Yangyu was talking to me on the side, what will be arranged later.

In front of his nephews, he always looks cold and deep, but in front of me, he seems to have endless words to say.

But while talking, listening to the sound of wooden fish and scriptures in the distance, and looking at this thousand-year-old temple, he also slowly lowered his voice, and walked slowly towards the wing with me.

The windows of the wing rooms of Xilin Temple cannot be closed. It seems that these monks even distribute and wear monk robes uniformly.

But I have special treatment, Qin Yangyu and the others sent me to the hospital first, and when they transferred me here, they still remember to clear my clothes before leaving.

Qin Yangyu brought my luggage over for me, and then locked the door. He stood with his back against the window, blocking the lattice window, just like those monks guarded last night to prevent the blood bats from entering.

In fact, there is nothing to stop, those eminent monks can feed demons with their bodies, and they all have morning classes in the main hall, so naturally they will not peek.

I still believe in Qin Yangyu's character.

Just thinking about it here...

I glanced at the black umbrella next to me, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment.

I haven't encountered such a situation before, and I haven't thought about it. Now that I think about it, the existence of Ling Yuan is really a bit embarrassing.

However, it was really uncomfortable to have the wet clothes sticking to the cold body.

I tried my best to comfort myself, Ling Yuan was just a ghost, and he didn't appear in the umbrella, so let's pretend that he didn't exist.

What's more, his blood has formed a net under the skin in my body, so I can't guarantee my body shape, Ling Yuan knows it as long as he moves his fingers.

I took off my wet clothes and changed clothes as quickly as possible.

In fact, there is no need to wear the suit on the body, there are big holes and small holes, and the trousers are missing.

"Are you ready?" Qin Yangyu seemed to have heard something, and then said: "If it's all right, take a pill to drive out the cold air, and then we will go to the main hall."

I hummed lightly, and found a bag from the luggage to pack my wet clothes, thinking that there were still close-fitting clothes in it, so I couldn't throw them away, so I better find a place to burn them.

Just when I was walking out with the ox bone stick and the black umbrella in my hand, I felt the black umbrella arched.

Following a ray of fire, it emerged from the black umbrella, stained the bag of wet clothes, and immediately caught fire.

I was startled and didn't know whether to put out the fire.

All buildings in Xilin Temple are made of wood, in case it burns.

Qin Yangyu turned his head and took a look at the sound, and said in a deep voice to me: "This is the fire set by Lord Ling Yuan, but it can be burnt out in one breath, and nothing will happen."

As soon as he finished speaking, the contents of that bag slowly turned to burnt ashes and fell to the ground without even a single extra spark.

I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, I didn't expect Ling Yuan to have this ability.

It is estimated that there is no garbage in the wing room, so there is no broom or the like.

Qin Yangyu urged me: "Don't look at hygiene matters. Isn't it a bit wasteful to spend such an important life of yours on hygiene? Hurry up, otherwise there will be so many monks queuing up and you won't be able to do it." use up."

I don't know if it was some point that touched Ling Yuanjun, Ling Yuan seemed to laugh mockingly in the black umbrella.

I didn't know what was so funny, but I still held the umbrella and went to the main hall with Qin Yangyu.

On the way, Qin Yangyu first gave me a pill that was said to dispel the cold, and then told me that Xilin Temple does not have morning classes every day, but today is to untangle the knot between Ling Yuan and me, and send me off again. If they leave, they will close the temple to seal their grievances, so they will do morning classes.

Usually, there are fixed days when the gate of the mountain is opened, and some faithful men and women are allowed to enter the temple to burn incense.

I have found this point on the Internet, but I don't know as much as Qin Yangyu.

When we arrived at the main hall, more than 300 monks sat on the ground, reciting scriptures with lowered eyebrows and eyes, solemn and quiet, which made people feel at ease.

Although Qin Yangyu is a Taoist, he still sat cross-legged on one side, motioning for me to sit down too.

I sat down by the door, looked at the Buddha enshrined in the Daxiong Hall, and glanced at the black umbrella, wondering if Ling Yuan was afraid.

But the black umbrella didn't move, so he shouldn't be afraid.

I also sat cross-legged. They read all in Sanskrit, which I couldn't understand, but the atmosphere alone made people feel at ease.

Even Xuanxin and Jingyuan are in the upper left corner, knocking wooden fishes and reciting scriptures.

Listening to these scriptures that I don't understand, and looking at the compassionate Buddha, I suddenly felt a little sad.

All living beings are equal, and the Buddha crosses the common people. I don’t know if I count as one of the common people.

He couldn't help touching the Jade Buddha on his chest.

After an early class, the monks got up slowly, but did not go out.

Xuan Ming looked at me deeply, and folded his hands together: "Please invite Lord Ling Yuan and Master Yun to enter the palace."

I glanced at Xuan Xin, he pouted and shook his head at me.

It seems that before he had time to say anything, he started doing morning lessons.

I couldn't explain what was going on here, but I just looked at Qin Yangyu in a blink of an eye.

He laughed, got up and bowed to Xuan Ming, then entered the inner hall, and whispered something in Xuan Ming's ear.

The hall is solemn, Qin Yangyu's voice is also low, and I am outside the door, so I can't hear clearly.

But Xuan Ming looked at me worriedly, and then Qin Yangyu seemed to say something helplessly, and then nodded to me.

Shen shouted: "All the monks sit down again."

Although the monks didn't know what was going on, they still sat down cross-legged.

Qin Yangyu hurried out and said to me, "I agree."

I was inexplicably relieved. If so many people lost their lives because of my affairs, I'm afraid that they would have to pay for it with all their blood.

If I can direct their grievances to me and let me bear it myself, at least I won't be as anxious and guilty as when I saw Yang Hui's parents die again.

I hurriedly stood up, but I didn't feel it when I sat up. When I got up, my legs felt weak, and I felt dizzy for a while, and I almost fell down.

Qin Yangyu was standing right in front of me, and hurriedly reached out to help me.

But just as he stretched out his hand, a moon white sleeve robe next to him grabbed me.

Ling Yuan actually came out with an umbrella, and helped me to stand against the pillar.

Glancing at me with a frown, he said in a deep voice: "There are so many monks, it will take time and effort for you to draw out the grievances one by one. Wait for you to draw the transfer runes on their backs, and I will use the thread of blood as a guide to connect everyone into one." , you turn the blood to attract resentment."

"Everyone is here, so he must have nothing to hide." Ling Yuan said, holding an umbrella and walking inside.

Qin Yangyu immediately exhaled softly, smiled at me and said: "The thread of blood is made of the blood of the heart and the emotions in the heart. It is the easiest to perceive the changes in the heart, and it can naturally draw out the thread of resentment. This way, it will be much easier for you to draw it out at once. , and I’m not afraid that if you lead to resentment in the front, you will be possessed again later.”

I heard that the origin of this thread of blood is really not small, all of them have extended my life, even the last one is wrapped around my finger, and there is not one left of Ling Yuan.

(End of this chapter)