Nightmare Attack

"Have you forgotten what happened last night? Junior Brother Xuancong suddenly went crazy and injured several people and several pilgrims. If I hurt these few again, how do you want me to explain to Master?" De's face was full of righteousness and dignity, and the other Taoist priests did not dare to speak when they saw this.

Xuande turned to Jiangcheng, first saluted, and then said in a tone that could not be questioned: "Three pilgrims, this is not the place you should come to. Please leave quickly."

Ye Qiutang wanted to hold on a little longer, but it was over. She took out the silver needle in her arms and showed it to Xuande, "Taoist Xuande, I am a doctor. I can handle this Taoist's illness..."

"Xuan Yi, see off the guests for me!"

Without giving Ye Qiutang any chance to defend himself, Xuande issued the eviction order with a serious face, and Taoist Xuanyi had no choice but to leave with the three of them in disgrace.

Jiang Cheng was thoughtful along the way, and then gave the fat man a look. The fat man understood it, and suddenly started shouting in the next second, "What, what is going on? We are here to help with medical treatment with good intentions, it's okay if we don't appreciate it. "Look at Xuande's old face, you don't know why I owe him money? I said, is this the way of hospitality in Qingfeng Temple?"

Listening to the fat man's complaints, Xuan Yi, who was leading the way, looked embarrassed and kept apologizing, "This fat pilgrim, calm down, calm down, this matter is all my fault. Don't look at how fierce Brother Xuande is. In fact, they are very nice people. When Master punished us for copying scriptures when we did something wrong, it was Brother Xuande who spoke for us. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜”

While walking and chatting, Jiang Cheng interjected a few words from time to time during the exchange between Fatty and Xuan Yi, and Xuan Yi responded fluently, everything was so natural.

"Taoist Master Xuan Yi, where is that place? It looks really nice." Ye Qiutang stopped and looked in one direction with interest.

Xuan Yi took a look and replied: "Oh, that's the side courtyard of the temple. Sometimes the west wing is full, and late pilgrims will be arranged into rooms in the side courtyard."

Jiang Cheng immediately understood Ye Qiutang's plan. The so-called side courtyard was exactly where they had been last night. The bodies of Song Tianming and others were still placed in the courtyard. Since these Taoist priests explained that the injured were all suddenly insane. Xuan Cong did it, so let’s see how they explain these corpses.

"We are not familiar with the roads in the temple. Can Taoist Master Xuan Yi take us for a walk?" Ye Qiutang looked at Xuan Yi expectantly.

"This..." Xuan Yi was a little embarrassed for a moment.

"Oh, forget it, Xuande is so virtuous, I am completely disappointed with Qingfeng View. When I come down from the mountain, I have to talk to a few eldest girls and young wives from nearby villages about this matter and keep a bag. In the time it took to smoke, all the folks in the nearby villages knew how Qingfeng Temple treated pilgrims.

The fat man talked non-stop with a loud mouth, and from time to time he would make some strange and yin-yang remarks. Those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black. During the time I met the doctor, I didn't learn anything else. I learned a lot about slander.

"Eh? I told you, little Taoist Master Xuan Yi, don't take it personally. I'm not talking about you. I'm not talking about the person," the fat man added.

Xuan Yi, who was originally wrong after hearing this, had no choice but to smile and wave his hands, "That's all. Since the three pilgrims are so elegant, I will take you for a walk. The scenery I see at Qingfeng is amazing. Absolutely.”

"That's a good feeling." The fat man followed carelessly.

After walking less than half the distance, just as Jiang Cheng was thinking about Xuan Yi's explanation when he saw the corpse, a team walked out from the corner in front. When he saw the team, Jiang Cheng's Ye Qiutang's expression immediately became subtle.

Because this was a funeral procession, headed by several Taoist priests, headed by a middle-aged Taoist priest who kept shaking the bell in his hand.

The middle-aged Taoist priest has a strong body, broad shoulders and round waist. He keeps reciting scriptures while walking. These are not the most important. The most important thing is that the middle-aged Taoist priest still has a scar left by a burn at the corner of his mouth.

Fatty Jiangcheng immediately recognized that they had seen this Taoist priest before, and even this scene seemed familiar.

It was the second day after arriving here. On the way to the west wing where Ye Qiutang and others were, they also encountered a funeral procession. However, this person was dressed as a bald monk at that time and was also reciting the Buddhist Sutra of the Rebirth. .

"Give in, everyone, give in!"

The youngest Taoist priest in the funeral procession ran forward and waved to the people in Jiangcheng to get out of the way. The little Taoist priest was carrying a bamboo basket filled with incense, candles, paper money and other things.

The other people in the team paid no attention to the Jiangcheng people and just carried the corpses over. There were four corpses in total, all covered with white cloth.

Ye Qiutang restrained himself several times so as not to lift the white cloth when the corpses passed by. However, judging from the blood stains on the white cloth and the bulging shape underneath, there was no doubt that it was the corpses of Song Tianming and the others.

When the team carrying the corpses left, Xuan Yi slowly exhaled and shook his head with a heavy face: "It's so miserable, this world...sigh!"

"What...what's going on?" The fat man was shocked. This moment caught him somewhat off guard.

"Who are these four people? Why did they die here?" Jiang Cheng looked at Xuan Yi.

"You have misunderstood. They are not pilgrims who came to the temple, nor did they die in the temple." Xuan Yi explained, "We don't know who they are. The thing is like this. Yesterday, several brothers in the temple were walking on a small road. Going back to the mountain, I accidentally bumped into these four corpses.”

"Alas! The scene was horrific. The heads of the corpses were cut off and blood flowed all over the floor. Looking at the scene, it must have been that they were sleeping in the barren mountains at night and were attacked by bandits. The disciples of this temple couldn't bear to see him being eaten by wild beasts, so I brought the body back and planned to perform a ritual ceremony for it today, which is a small gesture of kindness."

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath. He had been observing Xuan Yi's micro-expressions when he spoke, but found no flaws. Whether he was asked questions or bumped into the funeral procession, he acted very calmly.

Until now, he finally understood that there was an inexplicable and strange connection between Qingfeng Temple and Zhijie Temple. Everything that happened in Zhijie Temple could be found in Qingfeng Temple, and they could also form relationships with each other. A weird kind of logical self-consistency.

Now that they already know that the Jiji Temple and the so-called Abbot Fuji are fake, what they want to confirm now is whether the Qingfeng Temple is true or false.

To prove this, they must try their best to find the illogical aspects of Qingfeng Temple. In other words, they must find a breakthrough point to break this weird logical self-consistency.

"Tibetan Scripture Pavilion..."