Chapter 603 Dragon Lady

Facing Local Tyrant's sad little eyes, Fang Zheng let out a cry.

Then the playwright said, "Local Tyrant, we were obviously shopping at the night market. Why are we here?"

"I think I finally understand a truth..."

Fang Zheng said seriously with a fist. Novel.

"What truth?" Local Tyrant answered in a very cooperative manner.

Fang Zheng paused and said, "The vicissitudes of the world are nothing but yellow soil, and the fact that all living beings do not return is just a wisp of obsession. Why do they not return to the bitter sea when their obsession is broken? With this thought, we all understand why all living beings in the world do not return... Because I am bound to the word truth. Isn't the name of the basuko truth temple just bound to me?"

"It must be my thirst for knowledge to explore the truth that led me here."

Local Tyrant looked incredulous.

But Fang Zheng did not give Local Tyrant a chance to refute. He had already taken the lead in walking to the temple gate in Basuko truth temple.

"Since we're all here, why don't we go in and see if anything goes wrong and call for help immediately? It's still early and there are people on the street."

It was still early and the temple was still open. Fang Zheng did not meet anyone to stop him from entering the temple.

Although there have been recent killings here, and although the men and women in the film crew did not die in the temple, the clothes were taken off by you here, which is somewhat related to the temple, there is no direct evidence that the men and women took off their clothes voluntarily at that time was coerced, so after a routine investigation, the temple opened the door to accept incense and fire as usual.

When Local Tyrant tried to pull Fang Zheng away, it was too late.

Fang Zheng had entered the temple.

I don't know if it was because of the recent murder, which had already happened in the local temple, but after the night, the popularity had withered.

Step over the threshold.

Enter the courtyard behind the door.

The whole temple was completely dark. There were no believers to burn incense and worship buddha. It was especially empty and quiet.

The whole temple was exceptionally quiet.

"Fang Fang, how can this temple give me a feeling that, instead of the atmosphere of other temples, it is gloomy and unpopular... Do you think there will be a murder and suicide case where two men take off their clothes and die naked in the woods in tomorrow's news?"

Local Tyrant finished the barbecue in his hand in two or three bites and quickly caught up with Fang Zheng's back. After entering the temple, he was looking around vigilantly all the way.

Fang Zheng: ..."

Instead of picking up Local Tyrant's nonsense, he headed towards the only main hall in the temple that had lights coming out.

When they entered the main hall, Fang Zheng and Local Tyrant finally understood why there were no believers in the temple to offer incense.

Because the main hall, where the buddha statue was originally prevented, was empty.

The buddha statue is gone.

This buddhist temple without the buddha statue, can it still be a buddhist temple? There would be no believers.

Ever since they entered the temple and then came to the main hall, no one appeared along the way and asked for their purpose.

It was as if... The temple was dead.

The buddha went to the temple empty.

At this time, Local Tyrant, who didn't know which corner of the temple he came from, punched a dead tree branch. He was careful and guarded by Fang Zheng.

"Fang Fang, why do I have the illusion that this buddhist temple seems to be a temple of death? This place gives me the feeling that it is becoming more and more evil."

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Fang Zheng looked at Local Tyrant in surprise.

I didn't expect even A Local Tyrant dong to notice something unusual about this place. It seems that there is something wrong with the basuko truth temple.

But when they searched the main hall, they found nothing. Just as Fang Zheng was considering whether to expand the search area and look for clues about the Old Mo Buddha, a strange gasp came from the shadows behind him.

A Local Tyrant was startled and quickly turned around. He was about to swing a stick across his face, but at the last moment, the stick stopped in time.

At the entrance of the main hall behind the two of them, ming stood with a frightened expression. The old monk who was retreating at the east foot seemed to be frightened by Local Tyrant's sudden turn and fierce swing.

The sound of panting was the same as the old and frail monk in front of him, who stopped to take a few breaths after a few steps.

"Who are you? Why are you standing behind us?" Said Local Tyrant, a tall, muscular man with a fierce expression on his face.

Local Tyrant was very bold. Not only was he not frightened by the old monk who sneaked up behind him, but he also had a fierce look on his face. Even if the evil ghost came, he would skin the evil ghost alive.

When Fang Zheng saw the old monk at first glance, he had already confirmed that the old monk in front of him was not a ghost, but a living person.

He stopped Local Tyrant.

However, this old monk was a native of Xianluo, and due to the lack of language communication, there were communication barriers.

Fortunately, the old monk had a good relationship with his neighbors on the street. Soon, he found a chinese neighbor who fled to Xianluo with the war and lived in Xianluo for two generations.

Only then did Fang Zheng and A Local Tyrant dong know the identity of the old monk, who turned out to be master Long Po of Basuko truth temple.

Long Po was Siam kingdom's honorific name for the holy monk.

In ancient times, Long Po was rumored to possess mysterious energy, to be able to feel ghosts and communicate with the undead.

The most famous buddhist and Magic slayer in Xianluo were all created by Long Po.

Only a saint like Long Po who understands the dharma can refine a dharma artifact that can communicate the power of ghosts and gods, such as the buddhist tablet and the Magic slayer.

Long Po was the honorary title for the holy monk, which was equivalent to a title. Long Po added a single word after that, which was equivalent to the holy monk's name.

For example, the year of Long Po, one of the top ten holy monks in Xianluo, was Long Po's honorary name for the holy monk, and the year was his name.

For example, Long Po kun, long po pei, long po ben, long po hong, long po tian and so on.

The holy monk of Basuko truth temple in front of him was called Long Potian.

Long Po tian asked you, did you come here for a man and a woman who took off their clothes in a buddhist temple a few days ago and mysteriously disappeared and died in the end? The neighbor's uncle became the middleman.

"Fang Fang, there is something wrong with this old monk! We haven't said anything yet, and this old monk already knows what the purpose of coming here is. If there is nothing wrong with this old monk, I don't believe it!" Local Tyrant was vigilant.

The neighbor's uncle frowned and looked a little unhappy.

"Long Potian is a holy monk. Only a high priest who has done good deeds and accumulated good morals and achieved great achievements and is loved by the people can be conferred the title of' holy monk'."

Fang Zheng stopped the impulsive Local Tyrant and apologized. The neighbor's uncle continued to translate for Long Potian with dissatisfaction.

"Before answering your questions, did you feel anything wrong with this temple when you entered Basuko truth temple?"

"Long Potian asked me to ask you this." The neighbor's uncle added -

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