Chapter 1570 Rebirth in Paradise

"Don't be rude to the donor!" Monk Huide scolded, and then said to Jiang Cheng with a sullen face: "Did the donor see it clearly? Did the drunken monk escape into this courtyard?"

"I see clearly." Jiang Cheng nodded.

Monk Huide's face darkened, "Our temple has always had strict rules and regulations. If, as the donor said, there are monks drinking in private, they will be severely punished."

Jiang Cheng seemed to be a little panicked at this moment, and waved his hands quickly, "Master Huide said something serious. It's not that it's not true. He just drank a few sips of wine secretly due to greed. What's the saying? Wine and meat pass through the intestines. In the heart of Buddha, Keep."

"Donor, this matter is related to the reputation of this temple. We must not be careless." Huide turned around and walked towards the courtyard gate. "Two benefactors, please come with me. You might as well be a witness."

This move suited the two of them, but looking at Master Huide's solemn demeanor, the fat man couldn't help but have a doubt. Moreover, he did not see Huide among the monks last night.

When they walked to the gate of the courtyard, the two monks saluted Monk Huide, but later they saw the two fat men from Jiangcheng following Huide, and they looked confused again, "Senior Brother Huide, what are you..."

"I want to take the two donors in to check." Huide's face was solemn and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

"this……"

"It doesn't matter, I'll explain to the monks there. Huide didn't give the two monks a chance to say no and walked in directly.

The fat man in Jiangcheng followed Huide. He entered the yard and walked not far before arriving at the building from last night. But the moment he saw the building, the fat man couldn't help but frowned. It was a bit dilapidated, with no obvious signs of damage, and the smashed wooden windows were now closed properly.

"Two donors, is this the noisy place you mentioned?" Monk Huide asked.

The fat man was a little afraid to speak, because the door of the building was open at the moment, and there were monks inside in twos and threes sitting cross-legged on the ground, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha.

"It's hard to see clearly at night, but it should be here."

Jiang Cheng took the opportunity to walk forward and stood outside the building door. The door was kicked open by Mr. Guan last night. The door shaft was broken and half of the door fell down. Such scars are difficult to repair in a short time. The result was just as he thought, the door was just a little older and not damaged.

After receiving permission, Fatty Jiangcheng entered the Merit Hall and walked around. Most of the decorations here were consistent with what they remembered, but there were some differences. For example, the long table for wine bowls and meat dishes was not here. Not that many wooden stools.

What are more here are futons and monks who are devoted to worshiping Buddha.

Seeing that the fat man in Jiangcheng didn't speak for a long time, the monk who had scolded him became more and more angry, "Two donors, what did you find? Are there any monks eating wine here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming towards him. When the fat man turned around, he was surprised by the person in front of him. This was actually... the monk who was chopped into two pieces by Mr. Guan last night!

The monk had a strong build and a few moles on his cheeks were easily identifiable. The monk was breathing heavily and holding a scripture in his hand. He obviously came in a hurry, "Brother Huide, I heard that you are looking for me?" "

Huide nodded with a serious face, "Junior brother Huiming, where were you last night?"

"I...I am in this Merit Hall, as you know, senior brother. It was my turn to lead the recitation in this hall last night. All the junior brothers present can testify for me. The monk named Huiming looked a little aggrieved.

"Yes, Senior Brother Huiming was in the hall last night."

"Yeah yeah."

"I can vouch for Senior Brother Huiming."

"Senior Brother Huiming is reciting sutras before dawn. By the way, Junior Brother Huicong is here. He can also testify. Senior Brother Huiming and several senior brothers specially made a special trip to teach him the sutras."

…

At one time, several monks in the hall spoke, each with sincerity on their faces, and none of them seemed to be telling lies.

The fat man's back felt cold when he heard it. They seemed to be in two worlds. After all, the scene he saw was not a counseling scripture. It was forcing the Huicong monk to drink alcohol and eat meat, and even beat him if he didn't comply.

Now Fatty probably confirmed that what they experienced last night was indeed a dream, but he also knew that this dream was definitely not for no reason, and there must be some kind of mystery in it.

Huide listened to the words of the monks, raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, then turned around and looked at Jiang Cheng, "Two donors, do you still have any doubts?"

"If not, please go back. Don't miss the monks in the temple studying Buddhism and gaining merit." Huide clasped his hands together.

"Excuse me." Jiang Cheng turned around and left without hesitation.

Until he left the courtyard gate, Jiang Cheng's entire face was tense. He was sure that there was something wrong with this temple, but as for where the problem was, he didn't know yet, but he was sure it was related to the cultivators mentioned by the monks. Merits are related, and the top priority now is to find Monk Huicong.

"despair."

"despair."

"despair."

…

Several monks came out from behind a wall. The monks were in a hurry, and their faces were full of panic. The most important thing was that they were holding white cloths in their hands.

One of the youngest monks was carrying a bamboo basket. The fat man had sharp eyes and saw at a glance that there were incense candles, paper money and other things inside.

Jiang Cheng quickly stepped forward and stopped them, "Masters, where are you going?"

The leader was a middle-aged monk, with a big waist and a scar from a burn on the corner of his mouth. "To answer the donor, a pilgrim passed away last night in the temple. We are going to chant sutras to pray for his soul."

"A dead person?" The fat man's face changed.

"Master, where did the pilgrim come from?" Jiang Cheng asked.

The middle-aged monk also put his hands together and sighed, "Amitabha, it's the pilgrim from the west wing."

Hearing this, the fat man's heart skipped a beat, and the indescribable sense of crisis in his heart finally burst out. The west wing...isn't that the room of the team of merchants who saved them?

One of them...actually died, and died last night!

After explaining this to the group of monks, they were about to leave. Jiang Cheng followed them quickly and came to the west wing. He opened the door and saw a corpse lying flat on the ground, with a white handkerchief covering his face. On the handkerchief, a few winter plums seemed to stand proudly in the snow, adding a touch of sadness to the scene at this moment.

Judging from the figure, it is not difficult to guess that the dead person is the young man in this group of people. Jiang Cheng has an impression of him.

But the strange thing is that the body does not have any scars from the outside, and he was fine when he saw him yesterday. "How did this person die?" Jiang Cheng looked at the old man.

But the old man just stared at the body and shook his head slowly. "I don't know. He was fine last night, but he couldn't wake up this morning. Maybe... he was possessed by a nightmare." The old man suddenly said.