Chapter 274 The Yard Is Full of Corpses

In the Zen room in the backyard of Lantuo Temple, Baoshu remained silent after listening to the disciple's report, and just waved his hand to let them go out.

Soon, a disciple came in to report: "Master, the master of Kuchan Temple, Master Ronghai, is visiting."

"Please come in quickly and make two more pots of good tea." When he heard that Ronghai was visiting, Baoshu's face flashed with an expression of "as expected", and he ordered calmly.

When the hot tea was served, the disciple just happened to bring Ronghai in. Smelling the fragrance of tea, Ronghai couldn't help but teasing: "Amitabha, Senior Brother used the fragrance of tea to attract me."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Baoshu asked knowingly: "Master Ronghai, are you here for Jiangnan?"

"That's right!" Ronghai didn't mind. He took out the letter from his arms and said frankly: "This is a handwritten letter from my temple's ancestor, the holy monk Jiyi, to Master Shendeng. Please..."

Before he finished speaking, Baoshu held his hand and interrupted with a smile: "Brother, there is no need to say more polite words. I will go with you."

Agreed? So easy? Ronghai just felt incredible. I thought it would take some time to talk, but I didn't expect that Baoshu would agree with just a few words?

The expression on his face changed a lot in a short time, surprise, joy, suspicion, relief, etc. Even the look in his eyes when looking at Baoshu changed again and again, and he couldn't figure it out.

Faced with Rong Hai's changing expression, Bao Shu was not in a hurry to explain. He just pointed at the table, made a gesture of invitation, and said with a smile: "Drink tea, drink tea."

Rong Hai was full of questions, sipping the hot tea in small sips, and occasionally tilted his head to look at him. On the other hand, Bao Shu was sipping the tea calmly, and his expression did not change at all. Still calm.

When the hot tea in the cup was half gone, Bao Shu reluctantly put down the teacup, squinting his eyes and savoring it carefully. By the way, he slowly explained: "Because of a book of the Heaven-Repairing Treasure Scripture, Jiangnan has been in turmoil. Even Master Jinghui, who is far away in the sky, can't sit still, but Dachengen Temple is as stable as Mount Tai. Not to mention the little master, there is not even a disciple who has entered the rank."

"Don't you think it's strange?"

So that's why he agreed so readily. Rong Hai suddenly realized, and in a blink of an eye, he felt helpless again. This Bao Shu is really...

Peeping at the treasure scripture, I can understand it, why bother to find a high-sounding excuse? And he was included in the calculation. Should he be said to be cautious or timid?

Forget it, it's his nature and he can't change it.

He didn't respond to Baoshu's words, and asked another question: "When do we set off?"

"All the disciples of my temple are ready, I wonder if you are going to leave, brother?"

"Everything is ready!" Ronghai replied.

The two looked at each other and said in unison: "Now!"

Seeing that their thoughts were guessed by the other party, they did not show anger on their faces, but laughed at each other.

...

Two teams of monks stopped by the official road. Two monks in cassocks looked up at the short mountain not far away at the same time, and nodded after repeated confirmation.

"Amitabha, it should be here."

The two were Ronghai and Baoshu who had been traveling for several days, and behind them were disciples of Kuchan Temple and Landuo Temple.

"Let's go. We have been exhausted these days. It's a good time to rest and recover our spirits." Ronghai took the lead and walked towards the short mountain.

The others followed closely behind, and when they heard that they were going to take a break, the fatigue on their faces also dissipated a little, and they unconsciously quickened their pace.

After walking for more than half an hour, the short mountain was already in sight. The disciples were overjoyed, and just as they were about to go up the mountain, they were stopped by Ronghai and Baoshu.

"Master, Master Baoshu, what's wrong? Did you see it wrong? It's not this short mountain?"

"Yes, what happened?"

"Let's stop first. The two masters have profound cultivation, and they must have sensed the crisis."

"That makes sense, that makes sense!"

Although the disciples were talking a lot, they all stopped and looked at the two.

Ronghai frowned and looked at Baoshu sideways, but he didn't expect Baoshu to turn his head and look at him. The expressions on their faces were not good, and they were more cautious and vigilant than before.

Because they just smelled a faint smell of blood, and the source of the smell was the short mountain!

Baoshu glanced at the top of the mountain and asked, "The smell of blood comes from the mountain. I guess you smell it too."

"Yeah." Ronghai responded, and then said, "It doesn't look like beasts or birds, but human blood."

Human blood! The disciples were shocked. You know, there is only one mountain temple on the mountain, and the stench of human blood comes from the mountain, doesn't that mean...

They didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Let's go up and take a look." Ronghai released his true energy, but he couldn't sense any true energy on the mountain. He had to wave his hand and planned to go up to find out.

The others nodded silently and walked along the mountain road to the mountain temple. As the distance got closer, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger. Not to mention Ronghai and Baoshu, the little masters with sharp senses, even ordinary disciples could smell it clearly.

When they arrived at the gate of the mountain temple, the eyes of the disciples were already very solemn. As for Ronghai and Baoshu, their eyebrows were almost twisted with their noses.

"Master, Master Rong Hai, I..." An anxious disciple tried to push the door open, but due to the rules, he turned back to ask the two.

The two nodded at the same time, and their true energy was released at the same time, golden light flashed, Sanskrit appeared, and they were ready to fight.

"Squeak..."

The moment the door was opened by the two disciples, a strong smell of blood hit them. Many people couldn't stand the smell, and hurriedly covered their mouths, silently saying "Buddha bless you".

To prevent fraud, the crowd did not dare to go in and waited outside the door for more than half a quarter of an hour. When the smell of blood faded, they walked into the mountain temple cautiously.

There was nothing unusual except a few fallen leaves on the ground in the front yard. The doors and windows of the main hall in the middle where the Buddha statue was enshrined were open, and the Buddha statue, ritual implements and even window paper were intact.

Ronghai and Baoshu were even more puzzled. How could there be such a strong smell of blood when there was no damage at all? Moreover, there was no one in the temple, and the silence was indescribable.

Several disciples could not bear their temper and hurried to the backyard. The two did not stop them, but stopped to observe the situation in the main hall carefully.

Just when they were wondering whether the main hall was intact, several screams of fear suddenly came from the direction of the backyard.

"Ah! There is a corpse... a corpse!"

Corpse! Ronghai glanced at Baoshu, nodded, and ran to the backyard together. After crossing the stone steps at the backyard entrance, the scene in front of them made them shiver.

The backyard was full of corpses in monk robes, with arrows and long swords scattered around, and the tips of the swords and arrows were scarlet. Blood was spilled on the ground in pieces, and had already coagulated into black blood clots. Countless flies crawled on the blood and corpses, which was extremely creepy.

The timid disciples turned their heads away after taking a few glances, and even Rong Hai and Bao Shu couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

The scene in front of them was a vivid picture of purgatory.