windy cold

Chapter 45

The next day, the sun rose as usual, and Qingyuan Town was as lively as before, but Chaohua Temple was another scene.

The young novice monks who listened to the morning class sat in the Daxiong Hall early, but the lecturer Jichen who gave the morning class came late.Senior brother was late for morning class, but it had never happened before. The young monks waited and waited patiently, and finally one person stood up impatiently and went to knock on the door of senior senior brother's meditation room.

Three times, another three times, no one answered, the little novice tried to push the door again.The door was not closed, he said greetings, and stepped gently over the threshold, the first thing that caught his eye was a pair of feet wearing arhat shoes with crane and yellow stripes, hanging quietly and motionless.

The little novice slowly shifted his terrified eyes up, and as soon as he saw it clearly, he sat down on the ground, scrambled and moved out, and shouted as he moved: "Come here... Come here! Senior brother, he... Hanged!"

In Qingyuan Town this morning, the death knell from Chaohua Temple resounded.

Lu Wanfeng just woke up from his lazy sleep, and called Qin Chuhan twice. When he was not there, he got up to wash, put on his mask, and opened the window to let in the air, but he could smell the scent of incense and paper money coming with the wind. Xin Dao had so many people offering incense in the temple today?The smell has drifted so far.

As if knowing that he was awake, Chi Xiaohan, who lives next door, ran over and knocked on the door: "Are you up? Come on, while Xiao Wuhen is away, let's go drink! If you don't get drunk, you won't return!"

Lu Wanfeng opened the door and cast a sidelong glance at him: "Xiao Wuhen isn't here? Isn't he always staring at you?"

Speaking of Chi Xiaohan, he got angry, waved his hands and said: "Don't talk about that, I heard that someone died in Chaohua Temple today, so he hurried there; now that he's not here, no one can control me!"

Lu Wanfeng was taken aback, someone died in Chaohua Temple, even Xiao's family was present, who is so precious?

He asked, "Who is dead?"

Chi Xiaohan clicked his tongue and said, "I heard that he is the host of tomorrow's grand ceremony. The death knell has been ringing all morning, but you didn't hear it because you slept like a dead pig."

Lu Wanfeng was startled, he didn't bother to chat with him, and said anxiously: "I have to go and see, you can drink the wine by yourself." He left a word in a hurry, and hurried over to Chaohua Temple.

The decoration of the temple was almost finished, and it was too late to change the solemn colors. I just heard that the meditation mantra chanted in the temple was changed to the rebirth mantra.All the townspeople in front of the temple stood on tiptoe, wanting to see what was going on inside.

Lu Wanfeng rose from the ground, bypassed the crowd and flew into the temple, and landed in front of the Daxiong Hall.

The presiding master Zhan Ming was cross-legged in front of the altar, knocking on the wooden fish with Buddhist beads, and chanting a mantra to help the dead to be reborn. The whole hall echoed with the sad singing of the mantra.

After straightening out his clothes, Lu Wanfeng walked to the crowd on the side of Xueyi's school uniform, and indeed saw Qin Chuhan.He leaned over and asked quietly, "What's going on?"

Qin Chuhan put his hand in his palm, and without speaking, he left with a voice: "Master Jichen was found hanging himself in the Zen room today, and the reason is still unknown."

Jichen's body was placed in the coffin in front of the Buddha, and his appearance was invisible. The Buddha's benevolent gaze was as usual on all living beings, and also on the sleeping Jichen under his feet.

Lu Wanfeng continued to ask: "The last time I saw him, I felt something was wrong, and so did Zhuqing... Hey, where is Zhuqing? Have you seen him?"

"No." Qin Chuhan shook his head.

Just as he was speaking, he suddenly felt an impact coming from the top of the hall, causing the ground to tremble.Such a powerful force came suddenly, everyone was startled, ran out of the temple, and saw a blue demon shadow attacking the temple, but was blocked by the Buddha light barrier.

A disciple shouted: "This green shadow monster is so powerful!"

The monster shadows continued to collide, and the Dharma meeting in the treasure hall was still going on. Master Zhan Ming glanced at it, lowered his eyes indifferently, and only ordered a few words to the students, but did not come out together.

The monk who received the order came out and said: "Amitabha, the Dharma assembly of the elder brother must not be interrupted, so Chunzhi went to subdue the goblin. All benefactors, please be calm and don't be impatient."

After speaking, the monk named Chunzhi held the monk's stick and led the two to drive them away.

I thought it was an ignorant goblin taking the opportunity to make trouble, but I underestimated the goblin's ability, Chun Zhicai got entangled with it for a while and was shot down in front of the treasure hall, everyone who was still outside the hall was shocked.

The demon shadow's hostility increased sharply, and it continued to collide, and the strong Buddha's light enchantment was faintly shaken. Seeing that the situation was wrong, several Taoists flew up to fight with it one after another.

Swords, lights, swords and shadows circulated, and a Taoist took out a rope to bind the demon and flew to trap it. Unexpectedly, the demon shadow faded in an instant, turned into air and escaped from the immortal lock, and let out a long cry: "Get out! Get out of here! !"

Lu Wanfeng was slightly familiar with the voice, squinted his eyes carefully, finally took the opportunity to see the blurred face above, and said in surprise, "It's Zhuqing..."

Qin Chuhan immediately took the piano upright and plucked the strings.

The sound of the zither shot out like a hair, breaking up the green shadows of the bamboo green several times, forcing him to retreat steadily, and in the frenzy, he seemed to hear the soothing melody in the sound of the zither.After a while, he calmed down a little, his furious brows showed bitterness, and after taking a deep look at the Chun's coffin in the Daxiong Palace, he disappeared above the Chaohua Temple.

Chunzhi coughed up blood, stared at Zhuqing angrily and left, cleared his throat in pain and said to the crowd: "It is Chunzhi who underestimated the enemy, thank you very much for your help."

The disciples of the Lu family who participated in the battle nodded and said, "I dare not come again even if I measure that monster."

There was some confusion in front of the hall, several young novice monks supported the injured Chun Zhi and others to go down to heal their injuries, and the several Taoists who had just fought fiercely with them all suffered a lot.

The little episode of the Dharma meeting ended like this. Master Zhanming was still sitting on the futon as steady as Mount Tai, knocking on the wooden fish with ethereal sounds, and the tower incense hanging on the beam in front of the hall was burning silently. Floating upwards, the burnt incense ash sinks into the dust, which is more lonely than the falling dead leaves.

After the puja, many visitors expressed their condolences, stayed for a while and then left one by one.

Lu Wanfeng purposely stayed a little later to treat fewer people. He clasped his hands together and bowed to Master Zhan Ming, respectfully saying, "I've seen the host."

Master Zhan Ming replied: "The benefactor is Feng Wanlu and Feng benefactor?"

Lu Wanfeng was stunned, "The host knows me?"

Master Zhanming shook his head slightly and said with a slight smile, "I once mentioned the benefactor to me. The matter of Jiyuan is thanks to your help." He looked at Qin Chuhan, "Master Qin, how is Patriarch Ling recently?"

Qin Chuhan cupped his hands in respect and said, "My teacher is still in good health, thank you for your concern."

Master Zhanming nodded: "That's good. Thanks to Daoist Qin's help today, Chaohua Temple is peaceful."

Qin Chuhan said: "The host is being polite."

Lu Wanfeng thought for a while and said, "I and Jichen are friends. It's a pity that this kind of thing happened. I wonder if the host can tell me what happened to Jichen?"

Hearing this, Master Zhanming lowered his eyes and sighed, spoke the Dharma, and said, "It's all karma."

The two looked at each other, did not continue to ask, and asked to stay at Chaohua Temple on the grounds that they wanted to see their friends off, and they were allowed.

The two entered the residence together, Lu Wanfeng thought: "I didn't expect Zhuqing to be a goblin, and we haven't noticed it after we have been in contact with him so many times."

Qin Chuhan had already ordered the Ling family to go back to the inn by themselves, entered the room and said, "There is no murderous blood energy on his body, and the monster energy is pure, but even so, we can't detect it with our improper cultivation."

Lu Wanfeng pursed his lips and said, "Indeed, if it wasn't for someone's blessing..." At this point, he suddenly frowned.

Qin Chuhan thought of a place with him, and said in a deep voice, "It's Jichen."

Lu Wanfeng nodded approvingly. As Jichen, he has been in contact with people of advanced cultivation for a long time, and Jichen is often on the same path as Zhuqing. If he wants to hide the truth, it is naturally the most appropriate to do it himself.

Thinking of this, he was even more surprised, Jichen is a Buddhist and Taoist monk, knowing that Zhuqing is different from his own Buddha demon, not only did not surrender, but instead helped Zhuqing cover up, how close is the relationship between the two?

"Looking at it this way, Zhu Qing must have been greatly stimulated by Ji Chen's sudden suicide, but today's appearance is really abnormal. I think the host seems to know something." Lu Wanfeng touched his chin solemnly and said, " You said, did something happen between Zhuqing and Jichen? Now that I think about it, the abnormal relationship between the two of them a few days ago seemed to be an awkward situation. Could it be...the two had a quarrel, Zhuqing Enraged Ji Chen to the point of committing suicide, and now regretting it to the point of going crazy?"

Qin Chuhan's eyelids trembled, he poured water, drank tea, and shut up.

"But what can make Ji Chen so angry that he commits suicide..."

Chaohua Temple organized the monks in the temple to strengthen the security of the temple. Jichen’s body was moved to the quiet room behind the treasure hall. According to the etiquette, the body can be buried after three days. Keep the lights on at night.

Unexpectedly, something happened that night.

Chaohua Temple was extremely cold tonight. When the monks who were changing shifts at Yinshi entered the quiet room with candles in hand, they found that the person who had kept the lights had fallen to the ground.