Chapter 657

At night.

The wind and snow are still blowing.

After simply packing up some things, the master carried the suitcase and went out with us. He just dressed up simply. I asked if I wanted to change into monk's clothes, but the master said it was unnecessary.

We followed the master's footsteps and walked straight ahead from the temple.

At this time, the direction was no longer discernible from all directions.

If an outsider really broke in, it would probably be a disaster. I didn’t meet many people along the way, and most of the surrounding areas were covered with pine forests and covered with snow, so no one was visible.

After walking for about half an hour, I was exhausted.

"How much longer?"

Li Dakui gasped.

"It's just ahead."

The master pointed to the place in front where countless oil lamps were flashing. It looked like a thatched house. How could it be...

When we walked in and took a look, it was indeed the same as what we just found, and there was absolutely nothing else. Just a thatched hut. There is a lock hanging outside. It seems that no one has lived in this thatched house for a long time, so the thatch on the top is about to collapse.

I asked the master, are you sure this is here?

The master nodded.

People cannot be judged by their appearance, and the sea water cannot be measured. The more inconspicuous something is, the more cautious it should be.

I was speechless for a moment.

"Let's go in."

We pushed the hut directly away, and there was a raised water tank on the ground. There was no water inside, so the master jumped in first, and then the name taboo. The three of us looked at each other, and jumped in one by one.

There really is something else going on down there.

The master said that this is a shortcut, and there must be some price to pay for taking shortcuts.

A few minutes later, almost every one of us appeared in a basement in disgrace, and opened a door according to the wooden sign left behind.

We never imagined that this door looked like a palace inside. There is only one room, but a table about ten meters long in front of it is decorated with some simple Buddha statues, which are extremely exquisite. The ceiling above the head depicts some heroic epics and Buddhist beliefs.

All around are some Buddhist utensils.

The splendid beads, the largest of which was estimated to be as big as a human head, glowed with colorful light. It is no exaggeration to say that the Queen Mother's banquet was nothing more than that. Buddhist utensils, gold, silver and jade are all over the house.

It is like an ancient imperial palace, full of jewels.

Buddhism is different from the secular world. The more precious the utensil, the more valuable it is. Of course, this value is not measured in RMB, but in integrity, faith and so-called magic power to measure the preciousness of a thing.

After the master came in, he worshiped the Buddha statue, lit incense and chanted sutras, and then formally took his seat. We followed behind the master, not daring to speak lightly.

Various monks have appeared in this hall. Their costumes are different and colorful. There were two checkers at the door, waiting to verify our wooden sign. After passing, they guided us to a palace.

Then after saying some simple things, it was nothing.

"Masters, welcome!"

Soon, at the top of the hall, a mage spoke.

The mage was surrounded by five or six people, all dressed in colorful clothes, with some colors painted on their faces, which was quite strange.

"It's been decades and I haven't received the token. I wonder what's important this time?"

Someone below said.

"Yes, maybe something happened again. The donation ceremony is coming soon. This time is very important."

"That scripture is too important to us, so we can't let anything go wrong."

There was a lot of discussion below, and the so-called mage above did not stop us, but just looked around at us.

Like us, behind the masters of many monasteries are some people who look after the monastery. These people are dressed in strange clothes. I even saw the old poison from Nanyang. Apparently this guy is here too. When I saw this, I quickly moved my position, hoping not to be discovered.

After all, there are hundreds of people in this hall, and to recognize one person among them is really like looking for a needle in a haystack.

If I am not mistaken, this is more like a power distribution conference.

"Okay, masters, be quiet."

The mage said.

Soon, there was silence.

"This time, we got news about the old abbot of Ci'en Temple."

After the mage finished speaking, it was as if a pot had exploded below, and everyone was stunned.

"Then the old abbot has been missing for many years, hasn't he?"

"yes."

"No, he did not disappear, but was imprisoned." The mage said here, and his words suddenly became very fierce.

"What?"

Everyone was furious.

However, I was the only one who noticed that a monk in the northeast corner seemed a little uneasy, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

The person behind him unconsciously pressed his shoulder and regained his composure a little.

"Damn it, if you let me know who imprisoned the old abbot, I have to kill him."

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