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Chapter 386 Weird Temple (Part 2)

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    When Duan Qingshui said this, my nerves also tensed up, and I subconsciously stared at the corner of the Taoist priest's clothes.  Sure enough, a bloodstain was found on the hem of his Taoist robe, but the area covered by the bloodstain was not large, so if you don't look carefully, you will really ignore it.  I couldn't help sighing secretly that Boss Duan's eyes are really poisonous.

    Looking at the Taoist priest again, there were no wounds all over his body, and the blood stains could not be his.  This kind of Taoist priest who practiced in the mountains probably wouldn't eat meat and drink like Wu Dan, let alone kill.  So I asked, "Yeah, where did the blood on your body come from?"

    The Taoist lingered for a while, then pointed to the back of one of the statues.  I touched it and saw a dead pheasant lying behind the statue with its neck crooked, as if it had been smashed to death with a stick.  I pouted, grabbed the broom of the Taoist priest and looked at it, and saw that the handle of the broom was also stained with blood, so I asked, "The blood on your body is because you killed a pheasant?"

    The mute nodded and looked at us in fear.  I was speechless: "Didn't you say that monks cannot kill?"

    Ruan Lingxi rolled her eyes and said, "Perhaps I was taken aback by the sudden appearance of a pheasant. Are you two too sensitive?"

    Duan Qingshui sneered and said: "It's okay for him to deceive you, an ignorant little girl, but it doesn't seem so easy to deceive me." After saying that, Duan Qingshui asked me to keep an eye on the deaf-mute Taoist, and turned around to go to the one just now.  After a while, he walked out of the cave, grabbing a handful of black things in his hands.

    "What is this? What are you burning behind the statue?" Duan Qingshui loosened his hands, and slowly sprinkled the ashes on the ground: "There is still a residual temperature, this thing looks like human clothes, there are a few pieces that haven't been burnt clean  "Speaking, I saw a fragment of clothes fiber falling from Duan Qingshui's palm, and I couldn't help but startled.  Going forward to pick it up, the material of the dress is pink, like chiffon material, it should be a girl's.  But there are two men living on the mountain, where did the girl come from?

    I also lowered my face and snorted coldly: "What's going on?!"

    The dumb Taoist waved his hand and pointed to his throat, "Ahhh" for a while.

    "He is dumb and can't speak." Ruan Lingxi sighed: "What should I do?"

    Su Ling said at this time: "That means there is something wrong with this temple. Let's take him down the mountain and turn back to Hantong Temple to have a look."

    So the four of us lost the interest to rest, and took the dumb Taoist down the mountain.  Before leaving, I went back to the cave to have a look, and sure enough, behind the stone statue, I found a pile of ashes of something burnt.  Probably this guy was concentrating on burning things, but a pheasant from the mountain broke in and beat the pheasant to death while being frightened.

    However, there are a few points of confusion here.  First of all, this Taoist can kill a pheasant accurately, which shows that he is not weak and accurate, and he is not like a country Taoist who knows nothing.  Second, what is he burning here?  It looks like a woman's shirt, or coat, or skirt.  If so, whose clothes were burned?  Why burn these people's clothes?

    The deaf-mute Taoist shook his head ignorantly, and we couldn't let him speak.  Then we can only find the host of Hantong Temple.  After going down the mountain, we walked up the mountain from another mountain road, and then we reached the gate of the temple.  When I got outside the door, I heard a din of people's voices.  I saw many people going in and out of the temple, and the smell of incense permeated the entire mountain.

    "Today seems to be the fifteenth day, and everyone is here to offer incense." Ruan Lingxi said.

    I looked around the crowd for a while, but I didn¡¯t see anyone dressed like a Taoist, so I asked the mute: ¡°Where is the host? Is the surname Wang?¡± The mute nodded and pointed to the hall.

    "He may mean that the presiding officer is now in the apse, let's go in and have a look." Ruan Lingxi said.  Duan Qingshui picked up the mute, and the four of us walked across the main hall to the backyard.  When I walked to the backyard, I realized that this temple is really small, with only two courtyards.  There are no carved beams and painted buildings in the whole, but it has a quaint charm.

    After entering the backyard, I actually saw a few young beggars basking in the sun in the yard.  Some sleep in the sun.  I glanced at it casually, and found that most of them were young, and most of them were women, so I couldn't help being a little surprised.  It is not surprising that a few beggars come to ask for alms, but the strange thing is that they are generally young, and those who are awake are crazy and stupid, staring at people blankly without speaking, as if they have mental problems.

    "Erhuo, look there are five or six beggars here. Four of them are young people." Ruan Lingxi whispered: "It's a bit weird."

    I laughed and said, "Even you silly girl thinks it's weird, of course it's weird. These few seem to have some mental problems"

    Ruan Lingxi patted my arm hard, and spat: "Speaking seriously, don't you think there is a problem?"

    "Yes, let's seeLet's talk about the host.  "I said in a low voice, and followed the dumb Taoist and Boss Duan into the apse. In the back hall there are many statues, several statues. The three in the middle seem to be Sanqing Tianzun, Yuanshi Tianzun, Lingbao Tianzun and Daode  Tianzun, see "Fengshen Bang" for details. Sanqing Tianzun is the collective name of the three highest gods worshiped by Taoism. It refers to the three gods living in the fairyland of Sanqing.

    Next to it is a side door with a linen curtain, and there are faint voices coming from inside.  Duan Qingshui shouted: "Is anyone there?!"

    Even the deaf can hear his voice.  Only the sound of footsteps could be heard behind the linen curtain, and someone came out through the curtain.  A few of us turned to the person coming, but what we saw was an old Taoist priest.  The beard and hair are gray, it is pure silver white, without a trace of stray hair, it has a hint of fairy spirit.  His face was covered with wrinkles, the corners of his eyes were lowered, and his expression was cold.  The taoist robe on his body was dark blue and looked very old.

    "May I ask how many of you are?" the old Taoist asked calmly, his voice was calm.

    I was about to speak, but Duan Qingshui stopped me suddenly, and smiled: "It's okay, we are from other places, we are Taoist lay disciples, and we are here to visit a senior in the same sect."

    "Same sect?" The old Taoist asked, "Which sect do you belong to?"

    Duan Qingshui immediately pushed me out, and said with a smile: "Song Yan, a descendant of the Maoshan School. I heard that this Hantong Temple was the place where Liu Changsheng, one of the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, practiced. His descendants still cultivated in the temple.  , I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s you, the Daoist.¡±

    The old Taoist suddenly said: "Oh, so you are here to see me. I am the only abbot in this temple." The old Taoist smiled and said kindly: "Sit down for a while, I will see you off.  Let this guest come."

    The old Taoist said, and went into the inner room again.  When we got to our place, the deaf-mute Taoist moved out a few wooden benches for us with ease, put them in the sun, pointed at the benches, and let us sit on them.  I thanked you and told Ruan Lingxi and Su Ling to sit down and rest for a while.  Ruan Lingxi yelled "I'm exhausted" and sat down on the stool to beat his legs.

    Su Ling and Duan Qingshui did not move.  Seeing that the expressions of the two were different, I leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Boss Duan, Sister Immortal, what are you muttering about?"

    Su Ling said: "I was looking at these beggars, and I always felt that something was wrong."

    I laughed and said, "Just ask the priest later. It may also be a mental patient who cannot be cured at home, so he is thrown out. This kind of thing is quite common in rural areas. Everyone has no money.  It's not terminally ill, and it doesn't get cured very much. Boss Duan, you seem to have come here to inquire about your crimes. Why did you suddenly become polite when you saw that old Taoist?"

    Duan Qingshui leaned against the door frame, silently took out a cigar and lit it, smoking without talking, treating me as air.  I was no longer surprised by his arrogance and going his own way, so I had no choice but to shut up.

    Su Ling said: "Originally we thought that there would be no outsiders in this temple in the mountain, so we could just ask any questions. But now that there are so many people coming and going, if there is any conflict, they will accidentally hurt others. Let's observe for a while and ask who  Taoist, see what he says."

    I nodded and said, "Sister Immortal is still witty." At this time, the deaf-mute Taoist silently brought out a bucket of water and a bag of water bowls, put them one by one in front of the beggars, poured the boiled water in the bucket, and signaled them  drink.  A few picked it up and drank it down.

    The Taoist came over and looked at us.  I looked at the broken bowl, thinking that maybe someone had used it, so I immediately waved my hand to thank.  He didn't write much, and went into the house again with a bucket in his hand, not knowing what he was busy with.  Not long after the deaf-mute Taoist entered the house, the guest of the old Taoist came out the door.  I turned my head and saw that the man was a middle-aged man in a pair of retro white coat and gold-rimmed glasses.  Ruya looks like a scholar.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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