Chapter 1566: Inner Demon

Jiang Cheng, with quick eyesight and quick hands, grabbed a paper figure and stuffed it into his pocket, and then stood up as if nothing had happened. When Monk Huide and his party approached, Huicong actually bulged his eyes, and with a force in his throat, he was about to die. The paper figure in his mouth was swallowed.

Monk Huide was still the same, with a kind face under his dark skin, "Amitabha, the two donors are here too."

"Master Huide, it seems that we are really destined." Jiang Cheng smiled at Monk Huide.

"Don't dare. The benefactor has great blessings. He must have a predestined relationship with the Buddha. He must have been guided by the Buddha when he came to this temple." Huide clasped his hands together, looking more and more humble.

Hui Decai looked at Monk Huicong, and then said to Fatty Jiangcheng, "My junior brother didn't cause any trouble to the two benefactors, did he?"

"No, Master Huicong is very kind." Jiang Cheng replied.

"Then...junior brother, what crazy words does he have?" Monk Huide stared into Jiang Cheng's eyes.

Jiang Cheng pretended to be curious and looked at Monk Huide, "What crazy talk?"

Monk Huide was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly, "The donor doesn't know something. My junior brother is good at everything, but unfortunately he has contracted this hysteria. What I want to say is that if my junior brother says something crazy, Don’t take these two donors seriously.”

At this time, the monk with the wrinkles on his cheeks said to Huicong: "Junior Brother Huicong, we agreed to practice meritorious deeds together later today. Why did you sneak away again?"

Huicong hid behind the fat man, not daring to look at him. He just kept shaking his head, "No, don't cultivate merit, don't cultivate..."

"What can you do if you don't cultivate merit? You can follow the brothers. As long as you cultivate enough merit, your illness will be cured. You must be obedient!" the monk advised earnestly.

"No, don't repair..."

Seeing that it was useless, the monks gradually lost their patience, so they stepped forward and grabbed Hui Cong's arms and clothes, pulling him out. Hui Cong, who was thin and thin, was no match for these strong monks. He was subdued in a few moves, and then Half pulling and half pushing him away, suddenly, Monk Huicong seemed to have gone crazy and bit the monk's hand that was holding his arm.

"ah!"

The monk screamed, and then the monk Huicong broke away and ran towards the fat man in Jiangcheng, but the other monks swarmed up. During the struggle, the clothes of the monk Huicong were torn, and the exposed thin body was covered with bloodstains, and there were struggles and kicks. Bruises left behind.

What’s even weirder is that there is a large tattoo on Monk Huicong’s back, but because of the sudden incident, Jiang Cheng could not see it clearly.

"Quick! Bring Junior Brother Huicong back!" The bitten monk covered his hand, and there was blood flowing out between his fingers. It seemed that the bite was serious.

Seeing this scene, Monk Huide became a little worried, and explained to Fatty Jiangcheng, "Two donors, my junior brother has suffered from hysteria again. I didn't scare you."

"Fortunately, it's just Master Huicong...how did he get this hysteria?" Jiang Cheng felt even more strange.

Hearing this, Monk Huide sighed, "Although my junior brother started late, he is very talented and his understanding of Buddhism is advancing rapidly. But who would have thought that he went astray during a night practice and was discovered the next day?" , has become like this. The abbot said that he is haunted by inner demons. If the inner demons are not eliminated, junior brother will never come back. "

"The abbot told us to lead our junior brother to practice meritorious deeds every night, hoping that this can help him escape from the sea of ​​inner demons and find his true heart as soon as possible."

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but nodded, "So that's it."

Seeing Monk Huicong being dragged away by several monks, Monk Huide bowed to Fatty Jiangcheng and turned around to leave.

After everyone had gone away, Jiang Cheng looked at Fatty and said, "How's it going? Did you take the photo?"

The fat man nodded repeatedly, "It's taken. Just give me a gesture and I'll know you want me to take pictures. Fortunately, these monks don't understand our high technology."

I took out my cell phone, and there was a slightly shabby photo on it. I saw Monk Huicong being pinned to the ground by several monks, with half of his body exposed during the struggle.

But what really made Fatty Jiangcheng look at him was that all the monks in the photo had uncanny faces, and only one of them, Monk Huicong, had a normal face.

"What does this mean?"

The fat man is stupid. Is it true that the one with a moldy face is a human being, and the one with a normal face is a ghost?

Monk Huicong...is he a ghost?

It is true that Monk Huicong's behavior was very strange and incompatible with the whole temple. He was the only one in the whole temple who was stupid, and he was also very thin, with his ribs protruding one by one.

"I don't know if he is a ghost, but he is at least a clue. We should be able to open a breakthrough from him." Jiang Cheng gave his own judgment.

…

In the west wing, a candle flickered in the room.

If Fatty Jiangcheng was still there, he would have noticed that the seats in the room had changed at this moment, with only the heroic-looking woman sitting in the middle.

"Uncle Murong, are you sure there is something wrong with those two people?" The woman looked at the kind-eyed old man standing aside. This old man was also the "head of the family" who had talked to Jiang Cheng before.

The old man nodded and lowered his voice, "Miss, you have also seen how injured they were before, and they were hanging with only one breath left. But how long has it passed? In just one night, two dying people I can actually come to the door to say thank you, and I think the two of them are very happy.”

"Not only that, the man who calls himself Wang Fugui looks fat, but his footsteps are very light. I am not bragging. I have practiced martial arts for more than 20 years, and I have never seen such light skills. This man's skills... I am afraid he is unfathomable." The middle-aged man who opened the door had a gloomy face, holding a short blade in his arms, and the sharp blade flickered coldly under the candlelight.

The woman couldn't help rubbing her temples when she heard it, "It seems that I made a mistake in this matter. I didn't expect to pick up two troubles."

"Mr. Song, what do you think?" The woman turned her head to look at the man dressed as a porter. The man was sitting on a chair next to the table. He was the only person in the room with a seat besides the woman.

Hearing the woman's words, the porter slowly turned his head, "I'm not thinking about the identities of those two people. I think it's another matter. Do you...do any of you remember how we found those two people?"

"We got lost. We strayed into the most dangerous miasma forest in Lingnan. We were all poisoned and passed out. Fortunately, the last gust of wind blew away the miasma, so we saved our lives." The middle-aged man holding the knife was still a little scared when he said this, "But it was really close. We almost all died in there."

Hearing this, the porter's face became uglier. He nodded and said softly: "Yes, we should...all die in there."