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The monk's voice was low and gentle, like the sound of an ancient bell ringing in the mountains at sunset. Hearing it, people's hearts suddenly calmed down, and he had the temperament of an eminent monk.

It's just that what he said was completely contrary to this temperament.

Long Ya put the cloth bag on the table, stood leaning against the edge of the table, and said, "Did you enjoy the game?"

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

Qi Chen: "..." Master, you are the abbot, master, but it's amazing how the temple's net can carry games...

"What did you bring this time? You're very angry." Huijia closed the game and turned the computer to standby before turning around.

Qi Chen originally thought that a person who could sit in the position of abbot would be in his forties, not to mention the ancients. Moreover, although Hui Jia's voice sounded not old, he had a sense of calmness that young people did not have.

So when he saw Hui Jia's face, he was dumbfounded——

It was an unbelievably young face, with extremely white skin, handsome eyebrows, and a cinnabar mole on his forehead. The location of the mole couldn't be more coincidental. It happened to be between the eyebrows, as if a demon monk was alive! Going down the mountain in a monk's robe to deceive a girl is absolutely sure to deceive!

The only thing that can make people feel a little convincing is probably the eyes he looks at people, the eyes like lacquer seem to contain everything in the world, and they seem to be empty.

He raised his hand and bowed to Qi Chen, who was sitting, and turned to Longya without asking any more questions.

Obviously Long Ya was used to seeing his face, and he didn't react. He opened the cloth bag on the table and said, "Why, it smells great to you?"

"The sauce is rich and fragrant, and the fragrance lingers for ten miles." Huijia said, walking to the table, carefully looking at the white skeleton in the cloth bag, and asked, "Which deep mountain and old forest did you go to collect it?"

"You think I'm you, you're so full that you go up the mountain to find this kind of thing to pick up and play with?" Long Ya said angrily.

Huijia made an "oh" and pointed to the skeleton: "I don't think you picked it up. Leather figurines in the southwest area, didn't you say before that when you see them, you can't wait to pinch your nose and stay away from the eight battles?"

Long Ya twitched the corners of his mouth: "Nonsense! Who can stand the smell of rotten skin and corpse! Isn't this what I am entrusted to be loyal to?"

Qi Chen was at a loss, but it sounded like what Hui Jia and Long Ya were talking about should be the skeleton, the old lady's son.

It turns out that the old lady's son is not an ordinary person? Leather figurines are the ones who make that kind of leather figurines? Qi Chen was a little confused when he thought about it—

Those leather figurines didn't look like a good thing. When they rushed to attack them, Longya slaughtered a row of heads without hesitation, and also burned his instep... The leather figurine master is not a good person?

But if it's a bad character that deserves to be punished, how could Long Ya be so kind and help him settle down?

Before Qi Chen thought about it, he saw that Hui Jia had already picked up the cloth bag and walked out of the room.

Only then did he realize that Huijia had been barefoot all the time.

In such a cold night with snow drifting, he actually stepped out of the door with bare feet and walked straight into the yard on the thin snow on the ground.

Qi Chen shrank his feet subconsciously, then raised his head and asked Long Ya, who was still standing by the table: "We don't have to go out with us?"

Longya shook his head.

They were very close to the door, and the lights in the house were projected in the courtyard, outlining every scene and object in the courtyard.

Like many people in the villages and towns on the outskirts of Jiang City, this temple likes to open a well in the courtyard. Although there are very few people who actually drink well water now, the well has been left unsealed.

He saw Huijia standing by the well with a cloth bag and looked up at the sky, then chose a position and sat down with his legs crossed facing the wellhead.

He put the cloth bag on the ground, spread it out, then took off the prayer beads on his wrist and held it in his hands, while coiling the prayer beads, he recited the scriptures in a deep voice.

Qi Chen couldn't understand the content of the scriptures, but felt that the ancient bell-like voice was extremely peaceful.

He watched helplessly as a layer of light emanated from Huijia's chest, and a golden Buddha seal emerged, spinning and covering the pack of bones.

Once the Buddha's seal was placed on the cage, those broken bones seemed to be tortured by some kind of heart-piercing gouging out. They struggled restlessly. Like wearing his heart.

Qi Chen, who was in the room, couldn't help but look worried, but Hui Jia, who was sitting cross-legged, still closed his eyes, the speed of his speech did not change in the slightest, and he was not disturbed at all.

The scriptures in a low voice still flowed like water, and Buddha seals appeared one by one on his chest, and then they were trapped on the pile of bones layer by layer.

After the skeleton shook violently for a while, Qi Chen saw a layer of dim light peeled off from the skeleton. It seemed that there were many resentful spirits wrapped in it, and they all struggled forward and rushed towards Hui Jia. Go, like a sponge soaked in water, it instantly rose to the height of the two of them, and a curtain seemed to cover him.

Huijia just opened his eyes silently, his left hand was still coiled with the Buddha beads, his right hand turned up and down a few times, crossed the Buddha seal from his chest to his palm, then pulled it, raised his hand and patted the huge Buddha seal lightly on the palm. On the curtain, the palm of the hand suddenly exerted force, pushing the thing into the mouth of the well with a thousand momentum.

Another one fell from the string of Buddha beads in his palm and bounced into the well, making a soft sound of water splashes, and then there was no movement.

After doing all this, Huijia read a few scriptures to the cleaned skeletons, then gave a salute, got up and carried the package of skeletons back to the house.

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

Huijia handed the cloth bag to Longya and stood still by the door. He made a gesture with his eyebrows lowered and his meaning very obvious: The matter is done, if you don't have any nonsense, Lord Long, you can get out...

Long Ya was also used to his routine, so he easily carried Qi Chen with the cloth bag and walked out, but when he stepped out the door, he stopped as if remembering something, scratched his cheeks and said, "Oh By the way, you help me see this-"

Huijia raised his eyes: "What is it?"

Longya took out the gold-encrusted white jade bracelet from his pocket, and before Huijia raised his hand, he put it under Huijia's nose: "Hey—help me smell whether there is a golden soldier on it."

Huijia: "..."

Qi Chen silently covered his face, he suddenly understood what Shan Xiao meant by "Master Huijia's heart is probably broken when he sees you back." Who can endure being a dog!

However, Master Huijia probably adhered to the concept of equality of all beings with spirits, and did not put a Buddha seal on Longya's face, but only lifted his lips and said: "The poor monk does smell a coquettish aura, talk to Lord Longya with you. The breath of the body is exactly the same."

Longya: "... Bald donkey, your skin is itchy, right?!" A demon sword is a demon sword, and what is a demon salute? !

Huijia lowered his eyes: "Amitabha. The poor monk scratched it today, and the skin is not itchy yet. Lord Long, please take your other foot out, the poor monk wants to close the door."

Longya: "..."

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

When he left the temple, Long Ya was still familiar with the way, but only then did Qi Chen realize that the temple was a little too quiet. It seems that except for the yard in Huijia, no one is lit. Moreover, Longya went straight out of Huijia's yard, and he didn't see a novice who came out to ask a question. After all, Huijia was also an abbot.

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

"What about the other people in this temple? Why didn't you even see a shadow. Besides, Master Huijia is so capable, why is the incense in this temple not so prosperous, and the lights have been broken and haven't been renovated." Good seat belt, Qi Chen couldn't help asking Longya.

Long Ya stepped on the accelerator, made a corner, 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 other people."

Qi Chen was surprised: "What does it mean that he is alone?!"

"That's what you understand." Longya seemed to be in a good mood, and explained a few more words patiently, "This temple is not an ordinary temple at all, you saw it just now, Huijia attached the bones to the bones This is not the first time. Don't look at this broken temple, it is a small and inconspicuous one, there are millions of resentful spirits under this temple!"

"Suppressing millions of resentful spirits? Then he still lives here?!" Qi Chen thought about Hui Jia's slow-moving appearance just now, and suddenly felt that his liver was hurting - it turned out that the man actually slept all day long. On the crater? ! Aren't you afraid that one day you will fall asleep and the millions of resentful spirits below will turn the sky upside down? !

Long Ya sneered and glanced at him: "This place has always been a dark place, the easiest to gather resentful spirits, and the easiest to change. That's why he has to stay here and keep those resentful spirits in check, lest they have A chance to turn around."

Recalling Huijia's extremely young appearance, Qi Chen couldn't help but ask, "How many years has he been sitting here?"

Long Ya thought for a while, then shook his head: "I don't know exactly, anyway, when I knew him, he already lived here, that was seven or eight hundred years ago."

Qi Chen: "..." Every time these people reported the number of years, he felt dark in front of him.

"Okay, what's there to talk about with that bald donkey! Sit tight, I'm going to speed up and take a shortcut, I have to rush back to do business!"look.

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

Longya frowned: "You don't know what you repaired?! There is still something missing from Laozi's body! What can be better than this?"

Qi Chen: "..." Oh, I almost forgot, this is a handicapped person who lacks a head.