On the first day, study Buddhist scriptures.

On the second day, I studied Buddhist scriptures.

On the third day, I watched the water. What about the plan to seize the fragments of the Heaven-Repairing Stone? I can’t continue to indulge in this!

On the fourth day, study Buddhist scriptures.

Of course, what he read was not formal Buddhist teachings, but some interesting Buddhist anecdotes… Mainly because he had just arrived and had to make the other party let down their guard, so he could not do anything but read.

After a few visits, even the monk in charge of the Sutra Repository became familiar with him.

The monks in this temple are all very strange. The young novices look relatively normal, but the adult monks often have haggard faces and look exhausted, as if they have been severely exploited by the 996 work schedule.

Mingzhi also asked the guarding monk in a roundabout way, but the monk just laughed it off and gloated away. It seems that this matter is indeed a secret that cannot be told in Jinchan Temple.

It’s just a small temple, so how come it hides so many secrets?

Mingzhi sneered in his heart but looked nonchalant. He said goodbye to the guarding monk and left.

"Ajing, have you noticed anything?" Mingzhi asked Kunlun Jing quietly on the way back to the room.

"Yes." Kunlun Mirror replied, "This monk has no cultivation at all."

Having no cultivation means being a mortal being.

Be it the monks guarding the Sutra Repository, the monks passing by, or the old monk who serves as the abbot, none of them have any magical powers, as if they were all ordinary people.

But even a cerebellum would know that if the Jinchan Temple was filled with monks without any magical powers and was isolated from the outside world, it would have been violently flattened by the hell long ago.

Here... Mingzhi narrowed his eyes slightly.

There must be some great terror hidden in this temple, which is why even Taoist Luo, the sect leader who is at the level of an immortal, dares not to force his way in. He can only send people to lurk in secret and take his time.

In this case, we should not act rashly.

The old monk deliberately told me that no matter where I go, I cannot go to the back hall. It was so mysterious, and it was clearly to lure me over there - if the back hall was really a forbidden place, why would they just tell me not to go there without saying why?

Even if you lie and say that the back is a place to worship the temple's elders and burn incense and tablets, I'm too lazy to go in, okay?

He returned to his room calmly and continued to study Buddhist scriptures.

…

After a few more days, Mingzhi still maintained his stable daily routine of borrowing books and reading, as if he had really come here to study Buddhism with great concentration.

Suddenly someone came to visit and said that the host wanted to see him.

Mingzhi followed the monk to the main hall, and saw the old monk standing in the middle of the empty main hall just like last time, smiling and asking him:

"Master Mingzhi has been staying in our temple for a few days. Is there anything we cannot do to entertain you?"

"Amitabha." Mingzhi chanted the Buddha's name and said seriously, "As long as monks have a peaceful mind, everything is practice. How can there be any saying of 'poor hospitality'?"

The old monk was stunned for a moment, as if he had never expected that this foreign monk in front of him would actually say such a Buddhist saying. After a while, he smiled and said:

"That's good. That's good."

The two chatted for a while before the absent-minded old monk sent Mingzhi away.

This foreign monk...is he really here to study Buddhism wholeheartedly?

Never mind, since he didn't show any intention of coveting the back hall, he can stay here as long as he wants. There is no shortage of such a place to live in the temple.

But if he really has ill intentions... hehe.

The old monk turned around and left, while Mingzhi returned to his room and immediately said to Kunlun Jing:

"The time is ripe, let's go to the back hall tonight!"

"What do you mean?" Kunlun Jing asked in surprise, "How did you know that the time is ripe?"

"Extremely xenophobic sects like this often have a certain period of probation for new outsiders." Mingzhi said confidently, "The probation period has ended, and they still haven't found any suspicious points, but they dare not make a final conclusion, so they called me in to test me."

"My answer was flawless, which dispelled his suspicion, so he let me go... Isn't this the best time to explore the back hall?"

"These are just your subjective guesses, right?" Kunlun Jing really wanted to complain like this, but he was really tired of reading Buddhist scriptures recently, so he just agreed.

Mingzhi made up his mind and asked Kunlun Mirror to cast an illusion on him to ensure that there would be no mistakes.

Afterwards, he left the room at night and sneaked towards the back hall.

In the direction of the main hall, the lights were on at this time. A large number of monks in the temple gathered here and began the evening ceremony. The sound of wooden fish knocking and the grand Sanskrit chanting resounded throughout the temple, giving people a sense of transcendence and emptiness.

The timing I chose is quite good... Mingzhi thought secretly.

When we arrived at the edge of the rear hall, we saw that this area was separated from the main hall by a long wall.

The wall is about ten feet high, with a powdered surface that is smooth and difficult to climb. It may be impossible for ordinary people to climb it, but it is effortless for monks.

After Mingzhi scanned and confirmed that there were no formation traps, he leaped easily and quickly climbed over the wall and landed on the ground.

Hmm, there's a strange smell in the air.

Like sandalwood... Buddhists usually use sandalwood to calm the mind, so it's not surprising. But isn't this smell too strong?

Could it be that they are deliberately covering up the scent of another existence?

Mingzhi pondered secretly in his heart and simply went to look for the source of the sandalwood scent.

Soon, he arrived at the door of a hall.

This temple looks inconspicuous, with no plaque on it, and seems to be an abandoned old temple.

After confirming once again that there were no traps, Mingzhi stepped into it with an indifferent expression.

The next moment, the calm expression on his face began to falter.

Because the hall was filled with a large number of sandalwood coffins. None of the coffins were sealed, and inside were corpses, all dressed in gray hats and monk robes, with smooth and hairless heads, undoubtedly monks.

Mingzhi wandered among the coffins and was surprised to find many familiar faces:

Whether it was the monks guarding the gate and sweeping the floor, or the monks guarding the Sutra Library, their bodies were all in these coffins.

The only thing missing was the body of the old monk who presided over the temple. In addition, the bodies of all the young monks were missing...

If you think about it carefully, it is not surprising: if all the young monks in the temple were killed and their identities replaced, then No. 2 would naturally not be able to survive alone.

Mingzhi stared at the coffins intently and confirmed that these coffins were all magical instruments, whose function was to preserve and preserve the corpse.

Why were all the adult monks killed and their bodies hidden here, while the children were left alone?

And what are those monks outside?