Chapter 1602 Delirium

He was not much better than Fatty. After hearing the identity of the other party, there was a buzz in Jiangcheng. He had been wondering why Huide and Huiming would rather stay outside than come in to find out. It was clear that there was only a wooden door between them. It turned out that …It turns out that this building is actually the residence of the abbot!

The weirdness of the Holding Precepts Temple made people shudder, but at this moment, they boldly broke into the abbot's territory. Jiang Cheng didn't dare to think about what would happen next.

There was only one thought in his mind at the moment. This was a trap. He had to escape, as far away as possible!

But he couldn't open his eyes at the moment, so he had to pull the fat man back little by little, trying to stay as far away from the direction of the sound as possible.

But the next second, a scene appeared that sent chills down Jiang Cheng's spine, "Donor, please stay."

This voice instantly made Jiang Cheng's body freeze on the spot, and it was actually behind him!

The hazy darkness around him was squeezing towards him like a tide, completely swallowing up the remaining sense of security in his heart.

How is that possible?

The abbot's voice was in front of him a moment ago, so how could it suddenly come behind him? He just couldn't see it with his eyes and his ears were fine. He didn't hear any movement at all.

The fat man who was being pulled by him was shaking non-stop, his breathing getting faster and faster, and he was obviously aware of the weirdness of the abbot.

And...and since the abbot lives here, why not light up the lamp? Thinking about the other abnormalities, Jiang Cheng can almost conclude that the abbot of the Holding the Precepts Temple is not a human, but a ghost!

The reason why the Jiji Temple is divided day and night must have something to do with this abbot!

"Amitabha, donor, don't think too much. The poor monk doesn't light the lamp because he is blind."

When the abbot revealed what he was thinking, Jiang Cheng felt chills all over his body. He did not answer immediately, fearing that more flaws would be exposed. However, the abbot obviously had no worries in this regard. After chanting the Buddha's name again, he said slowly: "The donor is Are you here for my disciple?"

His eyes couldn't heal for a while, and he couldn't escape. Jiang Cheng simply opened the skylight and said frankly, "Reply to Master, we are here to rescue Master Huicong. We followed him all the way from Gongde Hall, but Master Huicong disappeared in the blink of an eye. ”

After Jiang Cheng replied, he immediately became quiet. He pricked up his ears and listened carefully, not to listen to the abbot's reply, but to search for the abbot's breathing. It was very quiet here, but he heard nothing.

"Rescue..." The abbot seemed to care about these two words.

Gradually, Jiang Cheng became more courageous. Whether it was a blessing or a curse, he could not avoid it. "Master, I will make it clear that your disciples, Hui De and Huiming, held a private banquet in Gongde Hall and forcibly abducted women to stay in the palace." The obscene pleasures in the temple are euphemistically called cultivating merits, and the most important thing is that they actually use your name and say that you tacitly approved it. "

"There are at least dozens of monks participating, but Master Huicong is the only one who refuses. He still has to suffer their humiliation and abuse. I hope the abbot will notice clearly!"

Jiangcheng's words are righteous and stern, but they still leave a lot of room for leeway. As soon as these words are spoken, it is equivalent to acknowledging that these are the actions of evil monks such as Hui Dehuiming and have nothing to do with the abbot.

As long as the abbot follows the current and says such a bold scoundrel, who dares to take advantage of the abbot's health and inconvenience to supervise and do such evil things, I will punish him severely to protect the centuries-old reputation of the hidden temple, etc., Jiangcheng will go downhill. Donkey, and then looked for opportunities to escape, but the script completely developed in the direction Jiang Cheng least wanted to see.

"The donor is talking about the Merit Hall, and this poor monk knows it."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng broke into a cold sweat. Are you planning to show off your cards directly instead of just pretending?

But who could have imagined that, the abbot's next words made him stunned on the spot, "Hey, my disciple's delusion has become more and more severe. Not only does it involve the monks who are hiding in the temple, but it also involves the donor. , It’s a sin, it’s really... it’s a sin.”

This time it was Jiang Cheng's turn to be confused, "Delirium?"

"Yes, everything the benefactor saw tonight was caused by my disciple's delusion. The benefactor still needs to clear his mind, otherwise once he falls into it, the consequences will be disastrous."

What the abbot said seemed to be true, but Jiang Cheng immediately realized something was wrong and became increasingly vigilant, "What the abbot means is that what I saw tonight is all illusion and lies. Nothing happened in the merit hall at all." Such nonsense?"

"Amitabha, not only is the hall of merit transformed by delusional thoughts, but what the donor sees, hears, and feels this night is also the same, everything is reflected in the mirror."

"Why, what I saw and heard all night is fake. So what do you say, master? Are you also fake?" Jiang Cheng immediately caught the loophole in the other party's words.

Unexpectedly, the abbot was calm and said slowly: "The donor is smart, that's why."

"Okay, let's take a step back. Even the master is fake. What about our dead people? People who die in such a night are still dead during the day!" In Jiang Cheng's way of thinking, the world represents the world at night. The true appearance of the Temple of Precepts is at least true to a certain extent, and the quiet and peaceful temple seen during the day is fake.

Hearing this, the abbot sighed softly, "Amitabha, although all this was caused by my disciple, the death of the benefactor's friend was the fault of the poor monk, me and several fellow disciples... Oh, sin, sin! "

Jiang Cheng became more and more confused as he listened, but one thing was clear to him: it was all related to Monk Huicong, who was the key to this world.

Jiang Cheng pondered for a moment, retreating in order to advance, and his tone became sincere, "Master, do you have anything to hide?"

After a long silence, the abbot's voice was filled with sadness this time. "Donor, let's not ask anything else. I just want to ask you, what you saw in the Merit Hall tonight, was it right or wrong?"

"Of course it was wrong. Buddhist disciples should take it as their responsibility to practice Buddhism and promote good thoughts, and observe the five precepts, not to kill, not to steal, not to commit adultery, not to lie, and not to drink. Tonight, the Merit Hall was filled with alcohol, and the lewdness was beyond description. Huiqing and other women were wearing monk's robes and hiding among the monks!"

After a while, the abbot's old voice came, "So this is what the donor saw."

The abbot's calm tone made Jiang Cheng more confused. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped. He wanted to see what the abbot could say with the ironclad evidence.

"Donor, do you know where Huiqing and other female donors came from?" The abbot spoke slowly later.

"I don't know."

"They are all barren women in the village at the foot of the mountain. The so-called barren women are women who have been married but have not given birth to children for many years." The abbot sighed lightly, as if he was caught in a painful memory. "There are three unfilial acts, and the greatest one is to have no offspring. Without children, the villagers cannot tolerate them, so the village chief came forward and sent these barren women to my Zhijie Temple in the name of meditation, asking them to accumulate merits and blessings, and to cultivate until they can give birth to children, and then they are allowed to return to the village to take back the status they deserve."

"It's ridiculous! The reputation of the temple has been ruined for a hundred years. How can a pure place of Buddhism allow such presumption? Of course, I won't allow it, and I strictly ordered the monks of this temple to close the temple door tightly and not allow anyone to come in. Wait until the next day at dawn, when the temple door is opened-" The abbot's voice suddenly paused.

"There are female corpses hanging in front of the door. They... all hanged themselves to death."