At night, the mountains were quiet, but laughter came from the temple. The reason was that these various people passing by in the temple lighted a pile of fire and gathered in the yard. Everyone was talking about their own interesting things, and the atmosphere was very good.

But Zhang Yang and the little hooligan were still tied to a rope because the bandit brother said that they were urinating and defecating everywhere and went into the wells that everyone used. Their character and morality were really bad, and they might even steal things, so they had to tie them up to prevent problems before they happened.

Wherever they were lively, the little hooligans and Zhang Yang dozed off in the corner. They were also very worried because they could just stay overnight as long as they had a place to stay. It didn't matter if they tied them. Anyway, Zhang Yang could untie the rope by himself at dawn tomorrow.

But it would be strange if they both had to sleep. The voices of these people were so loud, especially the bandit brother. He was the one who spoke the loudest. When the loud voice came out, he felt that he could shake the eardrums.

Everyone endured the embarrassment and finally waited for him to finish telling the story of how he robbed others, and then it was the monk's turn to tell the story.

It turned out that the monk was originally the monk in Baolin Temple. Baolin Temple was originally a very prosperous temple. There were 500 monks and the incense was very popular. However, three years ago, a very strange sound began to come from the temple, like a middle-aged man crying, and the sound was even more resentful than a woman's sob.

The first one to leave was the abbot. He said that the Buddha gave up on him. The temple should have been covered with auspicious light, but there was such an ominous sign in Baolin Temple, so he left. Then many monks left one after another, and in the end he was the only one left, staying here, hoping to influence the unjust soul who came from somewhere.

After hearing what he said, the little hooligan said to Zhang Yang with contempt, "It is clearly the money left here to pay for those who stay here, and it is so fresh and unconventional."

Zhang Yang felt that what he said made sense: "Maybe except that bandit didn't give him any money, everything else was given."

The little hooligan shook his head and said, "Although the bearded man looks fierce, he is actually quite kind inside. He definitely gave the money."

Zhang Yang looked disbelief and asked, "How did you know?"

The little hooligan said, "What you see is the appearance, I see the appearance of my heart. But I still can't understand it. Since there are unjust souls in the temple complaining, why don't so many monks recite the scriptures to save them? They all ran away. I really don't understand whether these monks are reciting Buddhist scriptures."

Now Zhang Yang had the right to speak. He smiled and said, "You don't understand this. Although I had misunderstandings about Buddha before, I was in the East China Sea and what Guanyin Bodhisattva did, I admire them.

At that time, in order to catch the six-eared macaque, Guanyin Bodhisattva rolled up the waves of the East China Sea, and killed many fish and shrimp sea clans in the East China Sea. This made me and the East China Sea Dragon King very angry at that time, thinking that the Bodhisattva was so unkind. But later a very powerful person explained to me that the reason why Guanyin Bodhisattva did that was to punish the East China Sea Dragon King."

The little hooligan asked, "Punishment?"

Zhang Yang nodded and said, "In order to protect the sea clan fish and shrimp, the Dragon King of the East China Sea killed many fishermen who came to the beach to salvage fish and shrimp, and injured many human lives. So there was an unjust soul here. I guess the abbot here secretly hid incense, and then he found something strange and was afraid of being punished, so he ran away. But he couldn't escape it. Good and evil will be rewarded, but it was not time."

The little hooligan nodded thoughtfully and said, "But care about him, we will leave early tomorrow."

Zhang Yang gave a thumbs up and said, "Heroes have similar views, and I think so too."

The little gangster looked at his hand and said in surprise: "When did you untie the rope? Why didn't you untie it for me?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "You haven't moved, how can you know if you have untied it?"

The little hooligan raised his hand and found that the rope was really untied. He almost shouted out happily, and his mouth was covered by Zhang Yang's hand and said, "Be careful, don't be discovered. Now pretend to be tied up and go to bed."

At this moment, the crowd that was still lively just now suddenly became quiet. Zhang Yang and the little hooligan looked at them, but found that they did not notice this.

The bandit brother asked, "Did you hear any noise just now?"

The monk nodded, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "It's over, it's the wronged soul coming again. Everyone hurry up and don't make too much noise." Everyone rushed into the room again, and the lively atmosphere just now disappeared completely. Zhang Yang and the little hooligan watched them get into the room, and the yard became quiet in an instant.

Zhang Yang pricked up his ears and listened for a long time, and indeed heard a very small voice, which came from the middle of the yard. He could guess that it must be the king of Wuji Kingdom in the well. He told the little hooligan to ignore it and let it scream for a while before it calmed down.

But the little hooligan heard something wrong and said, "Take the stone away for me."

Zhang Yang asked, "Move away? Why?"

The little hooligan waved his hand and said, "It's not what I said, it's the sound coming from the well."

Zhang Yang said, "It's amazing. Not only do your eyes work, but your ears are also so good. No matter how much he calls, he will calm down after a while. A ghost dares to come out to scare people and don't give him a habit."

However, after a while, under the surprised gaze of Zhang Yang and the little hooligan, the stone slabs covered on the well slowly moved up and made a friction sound, and then the sound below became more and more careful.

"Which troll is this unvirtuous bastard, I want me to catch it and interrupt your hand!"

"I'm so furious!"

Zhang Yang stood up after a moment of "rubbing", then rushed over and stepped on the stone slab. The man's hand was just placed in the gap between the stone slab and the well. Zhang Yang stepped on it like this and cursed him: "Which bastard grandson! Don't let grandpa come out, I'll break your legs when I come out."

"It's your grandfather Zhang, come out and try to beat me!" Zhang Yang stepped harder and harder, and he cursed: "The lonely ghost dares to talk big to me here."

"What a fool, I'm the Dragon King of Well!" the person below shouted.

When he heard that it was the King of Jinglong, Zhang Yang immediately moved his foot away. He thought it was the King of Wuji Kingdom and immediately said, "I'm really sorry, I'm sorry, I treat you as someone else." As he said that, he also helped move the stone slab down.

King Jinglong crawled out of the well, then covered his swollen hands, stared at Zhang Yang with a resentful look on his face, and asked, "Did you move a stone to block my well?"
Chapter completed!