Chapter 189 194. In Hanshan Temple
The moon sets, the crows cry, and the sky is filled with frost.
The maples by the river and the fishing fires make me sleep in sorrow.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City,
The midnight bell reaches the passenger ship.
Seeing the Hanshan Temple in front of them, everyone thought of this poem at the same time.
Huo Huai walked up the steps and gently pushed the door open. With a creak, a thick layer of dust fell off.
"Come in."
Qiao Ziyi took Lin Shishi's hand and walked in first.
Walking into the main hall, several people bowed and worshipped the dim and dusty statue of Buddha.
As soon as Yu Zhiming entered, he saw a big bell in the hall. He couldn't help but walk over, walked around the bell, and then struck it.
"Boom"
"Boom"
"Boom"
The heavy and ancient bell rang, and a sense of vicissitudes and sadness floated in the temple.
Everyone looked at the ancient Hanshan Temple, which had changed beyond recognition, and felt an indescribable feeling for a moment.
"Take it away if you like it." Jian Cheng'an said when he saw Yu Zhiming couldn't let go of the big clock.
Yu Zhiming also had the same idea and said happily: "It's a good weapon to use this, it's like a mountain pressing down on your head."
When they heard what he said, they looked at his thin arms and legs, then at the bell weighing hundreds of pounds, and imagined that when he threw the bell in battle, he would be knocked down with it, and they burst into laughter.
Yu Zhiming thought everyone thought his idea was great and was very supportive, so he laughed too.
After walking around for a while, while it was still light, everyone went to the kitchen, planning to rest in the temple after dinner.
When I walked into the courtyard, the ground was a mess, the water tank was broken, pots and pans were scattered all over the floor, and the cupboards and stoves had all been dismantled.
A messy kitchen makes it hard to find a place to put your feet.
"It must have been a looting incident among the survivors in the temple."
"Forget it, let's just find an open space and make a fire to cook."
Tian Yuanyuan shook her head and spoke.
As the sky gradually darkened, several people gathered around the fire, drinking dumpling soup.
Lin Shishi looked up and suddenly saw an old monk in a robe standing behind Chen Yang.
He was suddenly frightened and shuddered, and the hot water in the bowl splashed on his hand, causing him to hiss in pain.
"What's wrong?" Qiao Ziyi picked up her red, scalded hand, blew on it gently, and looked at Lin Shishi in confusion.
Lin Shishi was about to speak when she looked up and asked, "Where's the person?"
"Who is it?" Qiao Ziyi looked up, but saw nothing.
Everyone stood up alertly. In the dark night, there was nothing but the whistling sound of the wind.
"There was an old monk behind Brother Chen Yang just now?"
Lin Shishi said anxiously.
"What? Dead or alive?" Chen Yang was shocked when he heard it. He touched his neck and felt it was cold. He screamed and ran to Huo Yao, grabbed his hand and put it on his neck.
I asked nervously, "Is it very cold?"
Huo Yao looked confused. He touched himself hard, then shook his head. "It's not cold. Don't worry. I don't have a fever."
"I'm not talking about a fever. I mean... oh, I can't explain it, but my neck always feels cold."
Chen Yang felt nervous. Looking at the ancient temple, he always felt it was eerie.
Lin Shishi swallowed her saliva in fear. She was sure that she was not dazzled and could see clearly that the old monk had an expressionless face, his eyes open, staring straight at her.
Lin Shishi insisted that she was not mistaken, and Chen Yang also felt a chill on his neck.
The atmosphere suddenly became weird, especially when the whistling wind blew through the ancient ginkgo tree in the temple, making a rustling sound and full of ghostly shadows.
Suddenly, there was a "crackling" sound, and the burning firewood burst into sparks, which frightened the already nervous crowd.
"Hurry up and go to the wing room!"
Lin Jun drank the dumpling soup in the bowl in a few gulps, then walked out first with the empty bowl.
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