Chapter 605 Weird Monk's Corpse

"What strange thing happened?" Local Tyrant couldn't wait to ask.

Not only was Local Tyrant attracted by Long Potian's story, but even Fang Zheng held his breath and listened attentively.

Saint Long Potian was not angry at Local Tyrant's interruption, so Long Potian continued.

"That day, the first day after the temple was renovated, a young man came to the temple."

As soon as the young man entered the main hall, he ran out in panic and said that he saw the buddha statue in the main hall and was smiling at him strangely.

The incident alarmed the monk, but the investigation never came to a conclusion. Just after everyone thought that the young man was mistaken and that the young man left the temple in a hurry, strange things happened one after another.

All the snakes, insects, rats and ants that were hiding under the temple that night ran out and escaped the temple that night!

Under the bed, in the rice bowl, in the garden, in the tree, in the rat hole... All the snakes, insects, rats and ants, right under the eyes of the monks, escaped from the temple. That night, the strange phenomenon alarmed all the monks in the temple.

Perhaps there will be some natural disasters that will happen next, and these bugs will sense the changes around them before humans do... The monks could only guess so.

But things were not as simple as the monks thought!

The next day... During the day, the quiet temple raised chickens, birds and livestock, and at night, they began to get angry collectively.

According to the holy monk Long Potian, the poultry and livestock that night began to go crazy and the chickens flew out of the chicken house.

The dog bit the cage.

It took the monks in the temple a few hours to finally pacify the poultry.

At this time, the monks in the temple, how could they not know that this was a collision of evil spirits, met with strange things.

It all started with the renovation of the house where several workers were killed!

At this time, even the holy monk, who had been practicing for two days, was finally alarmed by two days of visions. The holy monk immediately decided to take someone to pry open the foundation of the house. Something must have been buried under the foundation of the house.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to kill anyone who touched the soil.

If they don't find out the truth, the whole temple will be afraid of peace in the future.

That night, the newly renovated building was knocked down by a group of monks... However, no monk dared to dig the foundation.

Local Tyrant gasped at the story and asked subconsciously, "Why didn't anyone dig it? Did they dig it up or not? Did they dig anything out in the end?"

After hearing the translation, the old monk Long Potian, who was covered in wrinkles, nodded, "There is indeed something dug out."

"What is it?" Local Tyrant was already attracted by the story and couldn't help but ask curiously.

Long Potian glanced at Local Tyrant, then at Fang Zheng, and said in a tired voice, "That renovated building is a filthy, filthy, dark toilet in the world... It has existed since the establishment of the temple. No monk dared to dig it, because there is a dung pool below..."

Ugh!!

The result was really surprising. Fang Zheng and Local Tyrant were both speechless and speechless.

Next, Long Potian continued to tell the rest of the story.

However, this time, the neighbor uncle did not immediately translate, but as if he had heard something incredible, he stood up in shock!

Some couldn't believe their ears looking at Long Potian, who was still sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The neighbor's uncle's voice was urgent and nervous. He spoke to long po tian in Xianluo, as if he had heard something incredible and shocking. He could not get out of his inner shock for a long time. His expression was astonishment, shock, as well as fear and panic.

Only Fang Zheng and A Local Tyrant dong were left. Look at me, look at you. I don't know what Long Potian said that could scare the neighbor's uncle.

The impatient Local Tyrant could not wait to say, "What exactly did Long Potian say? You should translate it quickly! Oh, it's so urgent! Uncle, please translate it for us. You've been playing dumb puzzles for a while, making me feel like a monkey scratching my heart. It's itchy!"

After a few seconds, the neighbor's uncle finally calmed down.

But there was still some fear in their eyes and they continued to translate.

Of course, no one wanted to jump down and dig in the manure pit. It turned out that in the end, it was the holy monk who abandoned worldly prejudice, took off his buddhist robe, and took the initiative to jump into the manure pool and dug up the filth all night.

Finally, under the eyes of the other monks, the holy monk took something out of the dung pit... From the time the temple was built, there had been a corpse buried under the toilet dung pit, a cross-legged and still monk's corpse.

Long Potian's narrative tone, which had been slow and gradual, was calm, and his voice did not fluctuate, as if he were narrating an ordinary event. But the story fell on Fang Zheng and A Local Tyrant's ears, but they were both stunned.

No one could have imagined why the corpse of a lonely monk would be sunk into a cesspool of filth that would never see the light of day for the rest of his life.

The corpse of a dead monk was dug out from under the dung pit, which was naturally shocking to the world. The holy monk and a group of monks began to read the scriptures in the temple, but they could not find the identity of the dead monk.

But it was not enough to keep the dried bodies in the temple, which was frightening and smelly.

It was unrealistic to bury it back.

Perhaps the recent strange events in the temple had something to do with the corpse of a monk who had been buried in a filthy dung pit and was unable to enter the earth after his death.

He simply burned it clean.

But when the fire was set on fire, something even more frightening and strange happened. The monks of this temple were provoked to nightmares that could not be forgotten.

The night after the burning of the monk's dry body, a monk disappeared. At the same time, there was a buddha statue in the temple that was smashed to the ground for no reason. Instead of mud, ashes were scattered in the buddha statue.

Next, a monk began to disappear every night in the temple for no reason.

At the same time, during the day, other monks would find a buddha statue smashed to the ground for no reason, and ashes would be scattered in the buddha statue.

In this way, every day in the temple, there are monks missing, every day there are buddha statues smashed on the ground for no reason. Even if those monks fled the temple because of fear, it is useless.

This cycle, until the last monk escaped to the neighboring province, was useless. People would still disappear at night, no one alive, no body dead.

Until later, the buddha statue in the temple was broken into seven or eight pieces.

Only the last great buddha in the main hall of the temple and the last holy monk were left...

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