Watch Out! Danger Ahead - Chapter 1106

With Song Qingxiao’s cleverness, at the moment when he saw the corpse hanging above the hall and heard Ah Qi’s self-talk, he vaguely understood the origin of the corpse hanging in the hall 800 years later.

She has exhausted all her pains, trying to break the barrier of eight hundred years of time and space to come here, seeing the cellar back then, opening her heart to hug her child.

But at this time, she looked at the young boy who was sitting in front of the Buddha statue, piously praying for the Buddha to find his mother, but there were waves of ripples in her heart.

The dead monk had a reason for his sins. He exploited the poor, drove the people, and squeezed his companions, and his heart was very dark.

Therefore, at the moment of looking at Xiao Aqi, the ‘devil’ in his heart was drawn out, causing him to mutate.

The death of this monk was not pitiful, but she remembered the child who used to hold food and tried to please her that day, and then saw the child who knocked on the wooden fish and prayed to the Buddha to fulfill his wish with ‘sacrifice’——

Her expression was a bit complicated, with regrets, reluctance, and compassion, and finally turned into peace.

…

After Brother Yuanhe died, the young monk who was in the room with him breathed a sigh of relief.

He was commended by the temple for his merits in reporting.

The temple arranged for him to stay away from the original meditation house, and also arranged a place for him.

A fourth-grade mage in the temple even expressed his willingness to accept him as a registered disciple. The demonized Yuanhe brother was suppressed and the meditation house was sealed. Logically speaking, all the shadows seemed to have passed.

However, the young monk always felt that when he was cleaning, eating, doing morning and evening classes, or when he fell asleep, there always seemed to be a pair of invisible eyes staring at him behind his back.

Those eyes seemed to be hiding in the shadows, secretly peeping at him, somewhat familiar, as if Xian Yen and his seniors were watching him, so that he would not follow him when he was lazy.

Gradually, he felt more restless and anxious, and hallucinations appeared at night, as if he still heard Senior Brother Yuanhe calling for himself, calling him for help.

The young monk did not dare to go to sleep at night. After falling asleep, he was still having the nightmare that Yuan and brother had had an accident on the first night when they slept in the same room.

There was a cloud of shadow looking down at him in the dream, and the shadow was getting closer and closer, and finally turned into a pair of gray eyes, embedded in the familiar black face of Senior Brother Yuanhe, and approached him and called out:

“Junior Brother.”

At this time, the young monk would wake up from the nightmare, sweating profusely.

Those weird pair of gray eyes would always be imprinted in his mind, lingering.

The more he thought about it, the more scary he got, and then he turned over and got up.

‘Boom, boom, boom, boom–’

At the hour of Ye Jing’s third watch, he seemed to hear the sound of a wooden fish that seemed to be hidden, and the sound seemed to be coming from the main hall of Tiandao Temple.

The young monk suddenly saw a small figure sitting quietly in front of the Buddha, praying intently.

“It seems to be looking for a mother.”

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and was terrified in his heart.

After being awakened, he did not dare to fall asleep again. Thinking of Yuanhe who had called him in his dream, the young monk also decided to hold the Buddha’s feet temporarily and pray for the blessing of the Buddha.

The clothes on his body had long been soaked in cold sweat, and it was firmly pasted on his body, making his body temperature very low and shaking.

He entered the hall, and there was really only a child sitting cross-legged in the hall.

This young boy is the most pious child since entering the monastery as a young monk. He prays to the Buddha every day and prays for God to appear.

“Sneer.” He sneered, with malicious intent in his eyes:

“It’s midnight, you don’t sleep, so noisy others can’t sleep.”

He couldn’t eat or sleep well for days, making him very irritable, and he always wanted to find a punching bag to vent the fear in his heart.

“Don’t knock! You can’t see your mother. This world is so chaotic, maybe you would have died long ago, and I’m afraid it won’t be much better if you haven’t died.”

The young boy struck Muyu for a while, and the rhythmic sound of ‘dong dong’ came to an abrupt end.

The hall fell silent for a while, and the silence made the young monk feel depressed.

‘call–‘

A cloudy wind blew from nowhere, and it made a humming sound.

The burning candles placed on the altar above the Buddhist altar were blown out with a ‘boom’.

The whole hall was plunged into darkness, and only the three big incense burning in the huge copper furnace flashed with the gust of wind.

“Junior Brother… Teacher… Teacher… Junior Brother…”

“Master… Junior Brother…”

“Junior Brother… Junior Brother…”

“Help…help me…help me…”

In the darkness, the weird murmur came again, as if it were close at hand.

There was a pair of eyes staring at him in the orange flames that were bright and dark.

“Junior Brother… Junior Brother…”

“Help…Help me…”

The voice was sharper than ever, mixed with pleading and anxiety.

The cold feeling rushed over like a tide, and something in the darkness was quickly approaching him.

“No-don’t-ghost!”

The young monk finally collapsed. He shouted loudly, trembling as he wanted to escape, but couldn’t move at all.

His feet seemed to weigh more than a thousand kilograms, and his body was shaking like chaff, his sweat was like rain, and his clothes were wet and damp.

‘Crack—’

It seemed that something had cracked, like the sound of a chicken cracking its shell.

Before the young monk had time to tell the difference, he heard a fire of ‘pouch’.

A thin young man stood on tiptoe, blew the fire fold, and carefully rekindled the extinguished candle.

As soon as the light appeared, Yuanhe’s babble disappeared completely.

The young boy who had been berated by him before, tiptoed, most of his body seemed to be hung on the altar.

His figure was stretched very long under the firelight, almost covering the entire hall.

The young boy’s body turned his back to the young monk, his voice was low, but full of firmness:

“My mother will come to see me.” He was very sure:

“I will offer the most precious sacrifice!”

‘Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

On top of his head, a hanging yellow silk fluttered in the wind.

The young monk’s eyes were not opened, and he couldn’t see the scene in the hall at this time.

And Song Qingxiao, a few meters away from him, could clearly see that the place was filled with black air, like the roots of giant trees intertwined vertically and horizontally.

The entangled black gas turned into strips of tentacles, enveloping the monk who looked terrified, as if to merge with him.

Above his body, the blood-red words on the swinging yellow sail seemed to come alive, slowly dripping.

Below Huang Fan, a withered bone showed painful expression, surrounded by black air, eyes widened at the bottom, with a shriveled mouth widened, and silently shouted for help.

The resentment formed by the corpse is firmly attached to Ah Qi’s body, gradually corroding his paranoid mind.

She can do nothing.

…

The young monk’s body quickly decayed, and the monk who lived with him soon discovered that something was wrong with him, which seemed to be consistent with the symptoms of Dang Yen and his brother.

Two days later, several third-tier masters in Tiandao Temple sealed a Zen room again.

And the young monk who couldn’t sleep for several nights, trying to worship Buddha to save his life, disappeared in this temple to protect the country.

The little boy Ah Qi folded his hands together, sitting in front of the Buddha statue, looking up at the top of his head——

In the middle of the main hall, two yellow sails are hung there, each with two names written in red cinnabar.

The monks who entered and exited did not see that under that Huang Fan, there were two deadly resentful souls calling for help.

…

The world’s first guardian monastery is dignified, and the monks in the temple are like clouds, but two such weird things happened one after another, which quickly attracted the attention of the elders and thrones in the temple.

Since then, the temple has been highly vigilant.

The thrones divided the monks in the temple into groups and patrolled day and night. If they found something wrong, they immediately informed the palm seat monks.

After the two monks died for no reason, the monks who were on patrol at night in the temple vaguely heard the whispering cry for help.

In order to calm people’s hearts, the monk with a high level of cultivation did not inform the two ordinary monks of the enchantment demon, only that they might have been infected by the refugees outside the temple.

The monks hated the victims who stayed outside and did not leave. They beat and scolded them every day. The contradiction between the two sides gradually escalated, and many people died.

The victims who prayed for the blessing of the Buddha kept wailing, and there were more and more dead bodies outside, and some of them were too late to clean up. When the weather became hot, a lot of peculiar smells appeared.

And something happened gradually in the hall.

First, some ordinary monks heard the screams and wailing in the temple, their voices were like two dead monks, they were crying for help.

Immediately afterwards, someone found two sealed Buddhist rooms, with black air in the rooms, like **** on earth.

Inside, there seemed to be an evil spirit with huge tentacles. A monk broke into it by mistake and almost lost his life.

Even if he escaped by chance, he started to suffer from a serious bedridden illness.

There is no exception for people who have this disease, and they have symptoms of being a Japanese monk and a young monk.

At the beginning, it was only a few people, and after two or three days, it expanded to a dozen or dozens of people.

A few days later, these people “sicked” one after another, which alarmed the upper echelons of the Buddhist temple.

This time it was no longer the third-rank mage that could suppress it, but the high-ranking monk above the second-rank took the seal.

More and more monks disappeared, and more and more yellow silks appeared above the main hall.

The entire Tiandao Temple seemed to be shrouded in an unknown shadow. After the news could not be covered, it gradually made people start to feel terrified.

Although the heads of the academies all said they were sick, many monks were suspicious of such claims as the number of people involved.

If you die from an illness, there are always dead bodies that need to be disposed of.

However, the monks who died from the illnesses mentioned by these palms disappeared without a trace, no one was born, no corpse was seen in the death.

More and more Buddhist rooms disappeared after being sealed. Many familiar doors in the past seemed to disappear overnight after being processed by a Buddhist temple, which made people feel even more embarrassed.

The most frightening thing is the screams everywhere at night.

When more people are ‘dead’, there will always be some acquaintances of the living on the list of the dead.

When they heard these calls for help, they were frightened.

The Buddha statues can no longer be their blessings, and the group of big Buddhas that made them feel at ease in the past now seems almost cold.

The recent major events in Tiandao Temple have caused many second-tier monks who had not been seen behind closed doors to come forward and begin to preside over the overall situation.

But even so, the demonic energy is still rampant.

Outside Song Qingxiao, he could clearly see that since Ah Qi entered Tiandao Temple, the more people died, the more devilish energy he had, almost covering the entire Tiandao Temple.

The ghost here is awe-inspiring, and the black shadow of the demon almost encloses the entire temple.

As more and more people died, many monks were scared to death.

In the past, the incense has been kept day and night, and no one has come to offer incense and clean it up for several days.

Everyone hid in the room, fearing being haunted by evil spirits.

The temple is already showing signs of depression, and the ancient trees that have grown for hundreds of years in the temple are also withering, seeming to be gradually being taken away from life—just like this temple that has existed for hundreds of years.

The fallen leaves blew into the hall, but no one came to clean it for most of the day.

The little boy sat in front of the big Buddha, pounding the wooden fish piously every day.

He was facing the big Buddha with countless cracks under his seat. His body was so small that he looked like an ant, but there was a monstrous black air behind him.

A Qi’s head lifted up, facing the dense yellow sails hanging above her head:

“79, 80…86, 87…”

There are already 87 sacrifices here. When will the Buddha feel his mind and make him see his mother?

The light and shadow hit the young boy’s face, with anticipation and anxiety, and the place where the shadow was hidden, with anxiety and gloom.

The hopeful young man didn’t know that Song Qingxiao was isolated from this world not far from him, looking at him with a calm look, with a sigh in his eyes.

The situation in Tiandao Temple became more and more serious, and within a few days, dozens of people had accidents one after another.

The more people died, the more sealed rooms.

Among the formerly overcrowded temples, the number of people has been reduced by less than half a month.

This Huguo Temple, which has maintained the luck of the dynasty for hundreds of years, does not mean to maintain the luck of the dynasty at this time, and it is even difficult to maintain itself at this time.

The monks died tragically one after another, and in the hall, the extra yellow silk became more and more dense.

As time went by, the flame of hope in the little boy’s heart became weaker and weaker.

His heart seemed to have broken a big hole, letting despair swallow him bit by bit.

…

“Brother, you can’t go on like this anymore!”

In the promenade, an old monk with a dignified face shouted at an elderly monk wearing a yellow monk robe:

“In less than a month~www.mtlnovel.com~ the monks in the monastery have died more than a hundred.”

“This is something wrong, something big! We must ask the royal family for help, and we can’t hide it anymore.”

“On May 7th, the emperor will go to the Tiandao Temple to discuss the fortune of the country. It is better to use the real dragon statue of the royal family for divination to figure out what happened in Tiandao Temple.”

The old monk’s eyebrows and beard were flushed, and he could see that he was very anxious.

His aura is good, at least he has reached the second-grade or higher cultivation base-this is no less than the cultivation base of the Harmony Realm.

And walking beside him, the old monk who seemed to have fallen down squinted his eyes like fish bubbles, wondering if he heard his voice.

The moment the two entered the hall, the dead souls in the hall were awakened, and they uttered harsh screams-‘Ah! ’

The drowsy old monk who appeared before, seemed to be greatly frightened, his eyes widened with swelling.

In front of him, there was a formidable Asura Palace, with black energy tumbling.