The monk's voice was low and warm, just like the sound of an ancient bell ringing in the mountains at dusk. It made people's hearts suddenly calm down, and they had the temperament of a monk.

But what he said was completely contrary to this temperament.

Longya put the cloth bag on the table, leaned against the edge of the table, and said, "Is the game fun?"

Master Huijia still replied slowly: "It's a little stuck."

Qi Chen: "..." Master, you are the abbot, but the temple network can actually bring games so magical...

"What did you bring this time? What a lot of resentment." Huijia turned off the game, cut the computer into standby, and then turned around.

Qi Chen originally thought that those who could sit in the abbot's position would have to be at least forty, not to mention that they were seventy years old. Moreover, although Huijia's tone sounded like a young man did not have a calm feeling.

So when he saw Huijia's face, he was stunned--

It was an incredibly young face, with a very white face, handsome eyebrows and a cinnabar mole on the forehead. The length was so coincidental that it could not be more coincidental. It happened to be between the eyebrows, and a demon monk was alive! It was definitely a perfect trick for girls to go down the mountain to deceive girls!

The only thing that makes people feel a little convincing is probably his eyes looking at people. His eyes that are like lacquer-like, as if they are tolerated in the world, and as if they are empty.

He raised his hand to Qi Chen, who was sitting, and gave a monk's greeting, but without asking more questions, he turned to Longya.

Obviously, Long Ya was used to seeing his face and had no reaction. He opened the cloth bag on the table and said, "Why, you smell a lot?"

"The sauce is rich and the fragrance spreads ten miles." Huijia said as he walked to the table, looked at the white bones of cloth bags and asked, "Which old forest did you search for it again?"

"Do you think I am you, and you are so full that you go up the mountain to find something like this to play with?" Long Ya said angrily.

Huijia said "Oh" and pointed at the bones: "I don't look like you picked it up on your own initiative. The leather figurine masters in the southwest area, didn't you say that you would want to pinch your nose and stay away from Bazhao when you saw them?"

Long Ya twitched the corner of his mouth: "Nonsense! Who can bear the smell of corpse oil in that slap in a body? Isn't this the thing that someone entrusted to be loyal to me?"

Qi Chen was confused when he listened, but it sounded like Huijia and Longya were talking about this skeleton, which was the old lady's son.

It turns out that the old lady's son is not an ordinary person. The leather figurine master is the kind of leather figurine. Qi Chen was a little confused when he thought about it -

Those leather figurines looked like they were not good things. When they rushed to attack them, Longya slaughtered a row of heads without hesitation, and burned his instep... The leather figurines master was not a good person either?

But if it is a character who should be punished with bad intentions, can Longya be so kind and help him to be buried?

Before Qi Chen could think about it, he saw Huijia picking up the cloth bag and walking outside the room.

Only then did he realize that Huijia was always barefoot.

On such a cold and snowy night, he stepped out of the door barefoot and walked straight into the yard with his feet on the thin snow on the ground.

Qi Chen subconsciously shrank his feet, then raised his head and asked Longya, who was still standing by the table: "Don't we have to follow him?"

Dragon teeth shook their head.

They were very close to the door, and the lights in the house were reflected in the yard, illuminating the outline of every scene and object in the yard.

This temple is like many families in villages and towns outside Jiang City. It likes to open a well in the yard. Although there are very few people who actually drink well water now, the well has been kept and has not been sealed.

He saw Huijia standing by the well with a cloth bag, looking up at the sky, then selected a position, and sat cross-legged towards the wellhead.

He put the cloth bag on the ground, spread it out, then took off the Buddhist beads worn on his wrist and held them in his hand, while chanting the scriptures in a deep voice.

Qi Chen couldn't hear the content of the scriptures clearly, and he felt that the sound of the ancient bell made people feel extremely peaceful.

He watched helplessly as a layer of light faintly radiate from Huijia's chest, and a golden Buddha seal floated out, rotating and covering the skeleton.

Once the Buddha seal was cage, the broken bones seemed to be tortured by some heart-wrenching bones, and they struggled restlessly. The more they struggled, the more they were, the more they were, and the clattering sounded, as if they were about to pounce on Huijia and pierce his heart.

Qi Chen was in the room and couldn't help but feel a little worried, but Huijia, who was sitting cross-legged, still closed his eyes, and his speech speed and tone did not change at all, and he was not disturbed at all.

The low voice was still flowing like water when he recited the scriptures, and Buddha seals appeared one after another in his chest, and then they were caged layer by layer onto the pile of bones.

After the bones were shaking violently like crazy for a while, Qi Chen saw a layer of something with a faint light peeling off the bones. There seemed to be many resentful spirits wrapped in the thing, and they struggled to rush towards Huijia one after another, like a sponge soaked in water, instantly rising to the height of the two people, and they were about to cover him like a curtain.

Huijia just opened his eyes quietly, and his left hand was still wrapped with Buddhist beads. He flipped his right hand up and down a few times, crossed the Buddha seal from his chest to his palm, then pulled it up and slapped the huge Buddha seal on the curtain in an understatement. Then he suddenly exerted force on his palm, and suddenly pushed the thing into the well with a huge momentum.

Another one was pulled down from the string of Buddhist beads in his palm, bounced into the well, making a slight sound of water, and there was no movement anymore.

After doing all this, Huijia recited a few scriptures to the cleaned bones, then gave a gift, got up and carried the bones back into the house.

The moment he entered the room, Qi Chen felt that the cinnabar mole on his eyebrows suddenly became obvious, so red that it would turn into blood beads in the next second.

Huijia handed the cloth bag to Longya and stood near the door. He lowered his eyebrows and looked down and made a gesture. The meaning was very obvious: The matter is done, Long Donor, you can get out if you don’t have any nonsense…

Long Ya was used to his tricks, and carried Qi Chen very readily, carrying the cloth bag and walking out. However, when he stepped out of the door, he stopped as if he remembered something, scratched his cheeks and said, "Oh, by the way, please help me see this-"

Huijia raised his eyes: "What is it?"

Longya took out the gold-inlaid jade bracelet from his pocket, and before Huijia could raise his hand, he reached under Huijia's nose: "Hey - help me smell if there is a golden weapon on it."

Huijia: "…"

Qi Chen silently covered his face. He suddenly understood Shan Xiao's meaning, "Master Huijia was probably very broken when he saw you back." Why didn't such a person be beaten to death by other disciples in the temple? Who can bear it if they treat their abbot like a dog?

However, Master Huijia probably adhered to the concept of equality of all things with spiritual beings. He did not press a Buddha seal on Longya's face, but only raised his mouth and said, "I did smell a demonic aura, which was exactly the same as the breath of your body by Long Donor."

Long Ya: "...Bald donkey, you are itchy, right?!" The demon sword is just a demon sword, what is the demon slut?!

Huijia lowered his eyes: "Amitabha. I have scratched my head today, and my skin is not itchy yet. Dragon Donor, I will take you to step out your other foot, I want to close the door."

Dragon teeth: “…”

Qi Chen suddenly felt that Master Huijia was indeed a high monk!

When he left the temple, Longya was still familiar with the road, but Qi Chen realized that the temple was a little too quiet. It seemed that except for Huijia's yard, there was no place with lights on. Moreover, Longya went straight into Huijia's yard like this, but he didn't even see a novice monk coming out to ask. After all, Huijia was also an abbot.

When he stepped out of the gate, Qi Chen looked up at the plaque on the door, which read the name of the temple - Wanling Temple.

"Where are the other people in this temple? Why didn't they even see a shadow? And Master Huijia is so capable, why is the incense in this temple not so strong? Even if the light is broken, I haven't seen it renovated." After returning to the car, Qi Chen couldn't help but ask Longya.

Longya stepped on the accelerator, made a bend, drove the car down the mountain, and said, "He is the only one in this temple, of course you can't see the shadow of others."

Qi Chen was surprised: "What does it mean to be alone?!"

"It's what you understand." Long Ya seemed to be in a bad mood, and explained a few more words patiently, "This temple is not an ordinary temple. You saw it just now. Huijia cleared out the resentful spirits attached to the bones and put them in the well. This is not the first time. Don't look at this dilapidated temple that is so small that it is inconspicuous, there are millions of resentful spirits under this temple!"

"Hold millions of resentful spirits? Then he still lives here?" Qi Chen thought about Huijia's slow appearance just now, and immediately felt his liver hurt - it turned out that man slept on the crater all day?! Aren't he afraid that the millions of resentful spirits below will fall asleep one day?!

Long Ya sneered and glanced at him: "This place has always been a yin land, which is the easiest to gather resentful spirits and the easiest to change. That's how he has to stay here without leaving the steps to suppress those resentful spirits so that they don't have a chance to turn over."

Qi Chen recalled Huijia's extremely young appearance and couldn't help asking, "How many years have he been in charge here?"

Long Ya thought about it for a while and shook her head: "I don't know the specifics. Anyway, he had lived here when I knew him, and that was seven or eight hundred years ago."

Qi Chen: "..." Every time these people report the number of years, they feel dark.

"Okay, what's the bald donkey talking about? Sit firmly, I'm going to speed up and take a shortcut. I have to rush back to do the business!" Long Ya said as she stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, looking as if she wanted to drive the car up.

Qi Chen twitched the corner of his mouth, grabbed the handle of the roof of the car, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Longya's hair furrow: "You don't know how you repaired it?! I still lack something in my body! What can be more correct than this?"
Chapter completed!