Chapter 1652 Funeral Procession

"Have you forgotten what happened last night? Junior Brother Xuan Cong suddenly went crazy and injured several people, as well as 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 gave 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 answered 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 occasionally made 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 said to Master Xuan Yi, don't take it personally. I'm not talking about you. I'm not talking about the situation but 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 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 wondering what Xuan Yi would say 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 things. 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, at that time, this person was dressed as a bald monk and he was also reciting the Buddhist scriptures of the past life. .

"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 ignored 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 raised shape underneath, there was no doubt that they were the corpses of Song Tianming and the four of them.

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 horrible. The head of the corpse was cut off and blood was all over the ground. It looked like he was sleeping in the deserted mountains and was eaten by bandits. The disciples of this temple couldn't bear to see him being eaten by wild beasts, so they brought the corpse back and planned to perform a ritual for him today, which was also a small token of their gratitude."

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath. He had been observing Xuan Yi's micro-expressions when he spoke, but he didn't find any flaws. Whether he was asked questions or encountered a funeral procession, he was very calm.

Until now, he had understood that there was an inexplicable strange connection between Qingfeng Temple and Zhijie Temple. Everything that happened in Zhijie Temple could be found in Qingfeng Temple, and they could form a strange logical consistency with each other.

Now they already knew that Zhijie Temple and the so-called Abbot Fu Ji were fake. What they had to confirm now was whether Qingfeng Temple was real or fake.

In order to prove this point, they had to find as many illogical points as possible in Qingfeng Temple. In other words, they had to find a breakthrough point to break this weird logical consistency.

"Scripture Pavilion..."