A master of comedy!

Upon hearing the old man's words, a look of surprise appeared on Zhou Sheng's face.

The floodwaters swept through the village, and the monks of Yaofo Temple actually blew up the riverbed, sacrificing themselves for the greater good.

If all of this is true, then Yaofo Temple truly commands respect.

“In the past, our village was blessed by the General, and we always had good weather and a bumper harvest every year. Everyone often went to worship the General, and the doorstep was worn shiny from all the touching.”

"But I don't know when it started, the general stopped appearing, and there were even frequent torrential rains and flash floods, though they weren't large-scale, until that day..."

Recalling the scene of that day, the white-haired old man, already in his eighties, revealed a trace of fear that he could not hide.

"That day, it was a sunny day, but suddenly a torrential downpour began. I had never seen such heavy rain before. It hit the ground with a loud crackling sound, louder than firecrackers, and it stung my face. I heard that in less than an hour, the water had flooded into the house."

"My son and daughter-in-law both drowned in that heavy rain because they couldn't swim."

The little boy, Guo Yang, lowered his head, clenched his fists, and remained silent.

“At the time, I was a hunter. I went into the mountains with Lao Li and the others to hunt. While we were taking shelter from the rain, we saw a flash flood rushing towards the village. Large rocks along the way were washed away, and even century-old trees were uprooted!”

"We were so anxious, it felt like a fire was burning in our hearts, but we couldn't do anything about it. We could only watch helplessly as the flash flood rushed towards our loved ones..."

The old man's eyes showed anxiety as he spoke, and his hunched back straightened up unconsciously.

"Just then, we saw the masters of Yaofo Temple forming strange hand seals, and golden light emanated from their bodies. The golden light gathered together and actually blasted through the river channel, causing the flash flood to change direction."

"But perhaps this angered the mountain god, because after the flash flood changed direction, it not only rushed towards them, but also happened to submerge the Yaofo Temple."

A hint of emotion and reluctance appeared in the old man's eyes as he said in a trembling voice, "After the flash flood, the mud was full of the bodies of monks, and the Medicine Buddha Temple... Many seven- or eight-year-old novices were buried by the flood."

At this moment, even Little Red Thread couldn't help but show a sad and solemn expression, no longer joking and laughing.

Jinse lowered her eyes, also moved.

When Zhou Sheng looked at her, she nodded, indicating that he was not lying.

"What a wonderful Medicine Buddha Temple."

Zhou Sheng recalled Master Cizhou, who had given him the relic. That master also came from Yaofo Temple, which explained why he was willing to give up the opportunity to break through the barrier and expend his magic power to save the baby.

Even after learning it was a trap and that his soul was being controlled, he did not regret saving the person.

Yaofo Temple appears to be a genuine Buddhist temple, and the monks inside are all true monks.

Pity.

However, Zhou Sheng also became very curious: why did the monks of Yaofo Temple become like this after they died?

"Afterwards, we told the villagers what Yaofo Temple had done, and everyone was very moved. Later, we worked together to dig out the buried Yaofo Temple and give the monks a proper burial..."

"It sounds like this can be considered a satisfactory ending. If that's the case, why do the souls of those monks harbor such great resentment?"

Zhou Sheng asked, puzzled.

The old man shook his head: "I don't know either. The village has been peaceful all these years. Oh, by the way, I sometimes dream about those monks. They affectionately call me Little Pot and invite me to eat vegetarian meals with them. It's nothing like what you described."

Even now, the old man still had a hint of doubt in his eyes. If it weren't for his grandson's guarantee, he would never have believed Zhou Sheng's words.

In his view, that was a desecration and disrespect to the masters of that time.

Zhou Sheng thought for a moment and then asked, "After that, was Yaofo Temple just an unattended ruin?"

The old man immediately shook his head and said, "Of course not. Later, a wandering old monk returned and, upon learning of this, became the temple keeper. He has been working hard to rebuild the temple, and people from our village often go to help."

"By the way, I also heard that he later adopted an abandoned baby, taught him to read and chant scriptures, and then the old monk passed away. His disciple still stayed there, and I think he should still be there now?" Hearing this question, Zhou Sheng couldn't help but fall silent.

If nothing unexpected happens, the young monk who went over the mountains to deliver the message will be the last temple keeper the old man spoke of.

Clearly, something had happened at Yaofo Temple, so much so that the young monk, entrusted by the "Ghost Master," was willing to risk his life to invite him to perform a ghost opera.

Moreover, this village is quite strange; apart from the old man in front of us, it seems that no one else knows about the Medicine Buddha Temple.

He knew a lot about what happened back then, yet he discovered even more mysteries.

"Boss, should we go straight to the Medicine Buddha Temple?"

There was no fear on Hongxian's little face, only a desire for battle.

Despite being born of stone, she was full of fighting spirit and knew almost nothing about fear. She was still regretting that her boss had acted too quickly that morning, and the evil spirit had fallen before she could even make a move.

"We've learned enough. Now let's go to the Medicine Buddha Temple. But remember this: you're not allowed to do anything without my order!"

"Okay, okay~"

"Hey boss, can I sing Nezha this time?"

"Feel free to improvise."

"Great!"

Jinse watched the interaction between the two quietly, a faint smile appearing on her lips, her usually cold gaze softening slightly.

The three of them headed toward the direction of Falling Cloud Valley mentioned by the old man, leaving the remaining time to the grandfather and grandson.

The lucidity was only temporary. Zhou Sheng had noticed that the old man was speaking more and more slowly and taking longer and longer to think.

More importantly, the elderly person is not only mentally impaired, but also likely has little time left to live.

……

Just as the old man said, Zhuiyun Valley is hidden among the mountains, and its terrain is secluded. It is not easy to find it if you do not look carefully.

After Zhou Sheng and his two companions passed through the narrow crevice hidden by the mountain vegetation, the view suddenly opened up before them.

In the distance lies a wide valley, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, with beautiful scenery. Among the lush trees, a desolate ancient temple appears and disappears, like a mirage.

After walking for a while, Zhou Sheng saw a stone tablet that was only half intact, with only one bright red character on it—Temple.

The two characters "Medicine Buddha" seem to have been washed away by the great flood, and even the remaining character is covered with green moss and the marks of time.

The red thread transformed into a dog's nose and sniffed at the stone tablet.

"Boss, the smell of ghosts is so strong, even under the sun it's still so strong. This ghost temple... is really scary!"

Upon arriving at the temple gate, the gate was tightly closed. Beside it stood a statue of Weituo, holding a huge vajra, glaring fiercely, exuding a powerful aura.

"Boss, boss, I've come to knock on the door for you!"

Hongxian looked left and right, and finally her gaze fell on the statue of Weituo. She had a sudden idea and reached out to press down on the Vajra pestle.

The divine power was unleashed, causing dust to continuously fall from the statue of Weituo.

"Bring it to you!"

...(End of this chapter)