Chapter 316 Cannibal Temple

A group of old people were walking in a hurry. They were holding crutches in their left hands and carrying a big bag on their backs. The bag was even bigger than the old man's stooped body. It looked extremely weird. It was unknown what was carried in the bag. On one side of the old man Walking while holding the bag, as if there is something precious in it,

Going up the mountain road, the old man's face became brighter as he got closer to the top of the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, monsters would come from time to time, which was very dangerous. Whenever he went to a mountain, the old man would choose to bite and reach the top of the mountain at night. It was his habit to spend the night at the top of the mountain. Even if he arrived at the top of the mountain early, he would not go down until dawn the next day.

The night was getting darker, and the old man finally reached the top of the mountain. When he reached the top of the mountain, the old man was stunned for a moment. On the top of the mountain, there stood a small temple. The temple was very small. Compared with other temples that were full of incense and incense, it looked childish. Children are no different.

Looking at the small temple and the weak candlelight emanating from it, the old man hesitated in his eyes. He looked back at the sack on his back and hesitated in place, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, the old man stepped forward. Looking at him, he seemed to have figured something out or made up his mind. He was leaning on a cane and looked senile. His back was even more curved, and he looked more like a man who had been bent over by time. octogenarian.

Soon, he came to the door of the temple. The temple door was closed tightly, and only a ray of light was faintly revealed from it. Through the closed door, he couldn't see clearly what was inside. The old man was a little dazed for a moment, then he stood still and stretched out his unfinished weapon. The left hand with the cane gently tapped on the door and said: "Is the master here? Old man, I am passing by here. It is getting late. I want to borrow the valuable land to rest for the night. Do you want to disturb me?"

After saying this, the old man stopped tapping and waited quietly for the master in the temple to agree. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, not only did no young monk come to open the door, but no one responded to the old man's request. The old man was a little confused. I stretched my head and looked through the door, but I couldn't see anyone.

He knocked gently on the door again, this time harder and louder than last time. He thought that he would be heard this way, and at the same time, it was more urgent. With such an anxious voice, the owner should also respond positively to him.

"Squeak!"

The old man's hand was still in the air, and the closed temple door opened unexpectedly. A smile immediately appeared on his face, and he quickly said: "Thank you."

After just uttering the word "thank you", the old man stopped talking and looked a little strange. He wanted to thank the master and monk for opening the door, but who knew that there was no one in the temple at all. So who opened the door for him just now?

The old man hesitated for a while and did not dare to go in. He poked his head and shouted towards the temple: "Master, monk, is anyone there?"

The voice floated in the temple, but no one responded. His eyes swept over the lamps and candles in the temple, and then at other exquisite, clean and tidy places in the temple. The lamps seemed to have been lit just a short time ago. Why was there no one there?

Could it be that the monks in the temple had something to do and left?

But if so, who opened the door?

The old man was suspicious and did not dare to step forward. He was about to retreat and leave the somewhat weird temple when he suddenly heard a howl of wolves behind him. It was actually the roar of a monster. Listening to the distance of the sound, it seemed that it was not far behind him. in the woods.

The old man immediately stepped into the temple, then turned around and closed the temple door tightly. Compared with this weird temple, the screams of the monster behind him obviously frightened the old man more. He turned around again and looked at everything in front of him. The temple was not big, just a courtyard. In front of the courtyard is the main hall of the temple. In the main hall, there is a stone Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue was so lifelike that it actually looked like a little monk. The old man was puzzled. There was an angry lotus in the hand of the Buddha statue, which looked even more magical. The old man didn't study much about Buddhism and couldn't tell where this Buddha statue was. Respecting the Buddha, he turned his head and wanted to find the monk who had arrived at the temple first, so that he would feel more at ease.

But after searching around, I didn't see anything. I didn't even see anyone in the back hall of the temple. There was a door in the back hall through which you could leave the temple. The old man looked outside, shouted a few times and quickly closed it. At the back door, he always felt that there was a monster outside the temple, so it was better to be careful.

After exploring the temple, the old man seemed to remember the sack behind his back. He gently unloaded the sack and placed it on the ground. He looked at the sack under his feet. The old man was stunned for a while, but then he regained his composure and took out a piece of cake from his arms. Dry food, just have cold water at hand, and make a hasty meal.

He will leave tomorrow at dawn, the old man thought, no matter when the monk from the temple comes back, he will definitely leave tomorrow.

The old man gathered his clothes, put the sack at hand, leaned against the only Buddha statue in the temple, half-closed his eyes, and fell asleep on guard.

The moon was high in the sky, and the voices in the temple were gradually rising. The old man who had been tired for a day finally couldn't help but fall asleep and fell into a deep sleep. Even so, he still hugged the sack in his arms tightly. There must be extremely precious things in the sack.

In his dream, the old man dreamed that a pastoral dog was licking his face over and over again. It was sticky and very uncomfortable. He waved his hands in anger, trying to drive away the pastoral dog that was licking him. Unexpectedly, The pastoral dog actually licked harder than before, and the old man became angry and yelled: "Damn it!"

His whole body moved, and he woke up from his sleep. When he woke up, the old man felt relieved. What a bullshit pastoral dog, he was so annoyed. Suddenly, the old man's eyes froze when he opened them, and then he noticed everything in front of him.

Instantly, the hair on his body stood up, and a great chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead. The old man even forgot to move for a moment. He opened his mouth wide and looked at the Buddha statue in front of him in horror. It was the Buddha statue in the temple, but it was a little different from when he first saw it.

The Buddha statue actually bent down, and the head of the Buddha statue was just bent in front of the old man's face. The Buddha statue had a smile on its face, and the stone sculpture's eyes were staring at the old man. This was not the weirdest thing. The weirdest thing was that the Buddha statue actually stretched out a long tongue, and the tongue was on the old man's cheek, which was exactly where the pastoral dog licked him in his dream just now.

Could it be that!!!

The old man was very scared. Was it this Buddha statue that licked him just now? ? ?

"Ah!!!!"

A miserable and sharp voice resounded throughout the entire mountaintop and echoed in the entire temple on the mountaintop. It was the old man's voice. Then there was a rustling sound, as if a mouse was gnawing at something.

Soon after, the rustling sounds in the temple disappeared, and there was silence. But suddenly, the howl of a monster was heard in the temple, and then a voice that was neither loud nor soft came from the temple: "Master, open the door, I want to stay for one night." It was the old man's voice.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

Someone answered, but it was also the old man's voice.