Chapter 361 Merit Box
What came into view was not a tragic scene like Shura Field.
The dilapidated temple was surprisingly clean, even the worn-out cushions on the ground were neatly arranged.
The Buddha statue had kind eyes and was quietly looking down at the two of them. The room was filled with a peaceful scene. How could there be any trace of horror?
Zhu Qingyan was stunned for a while, then looked at Zhu Lan, "Did you get the wrong place?"
Seeing this scene, the fear in their hearts was mostly gone.
Zhu Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief, stepped in first, and began to look around.
Zhu Lan also looked confused. According to the location mentioned by Chang Yunxiao yesterday, the dilapidated temple should be nearby.
This was the only temple they had seen along the way.
Zhu Lan squatted on the ground, carefully observing the ground, and suddenly said:
"Yes, it is here."
She raised her head, "Qingyan, come and see."
Zhu Qingyan walked over and saw that the ground in front of Zhu Lan was indeed covered with light brown marks. It was not obvious at first glance, but he could see it clearly by squatting down.
Zhu Qingyan's pupils suddenly shrank.
"These are all...blood stains!?"
She looked around at the ground intently and found that it was covered with such marks.
No, not only on the ground, but also on the blue-gray wall tiles...
Everywhere!
"This..." Zhu Qingyan got goose bumps all over his body.
In an instant, it seemed as if the temperature in the dilapidated temple suddenly dropped.
Zhu Lan said in a deep voice: "It seems that this place has been cleaned."
"Purge?" Zhu Qingyan's voice trembled. "Is it the murderer, or the government..."
Zhu Lan stood up and said, "It should be the government. After all, looking at the bloodstains, there must have been a river of blood here at the time, which was extremely tragic. If the government doesn't deal with it, I'm afraid it will cause a bad impact."
Zhu Qingyan only felt a chill on his back, and when he turned around to look at the Buddha statue again, he felt a sense of eerie.
"Let's, let's go quickly. Since we've cleaned everything, there's nothing to see anymore..."
She really missed the sunshine outside now.
Zhu Lan thought for a moment and nodded. There were indeed no useful clues here.
"Hey, wait a minute." Zhu Qingyan suddenly said.
She didn't know what she saw, and walked towards the donation box next to the Buddha statue.
Zhu Lan wanted to catch up, but at this moment, his attention was attracted by something on the ground.
Zhu Qingyan did not notice Zhu Lan's actions. She came to the merit box and frowned tightly.
The donation box was a little strange. It was not the small box placed on the ground commonly seen in temples.
The merit box in front of you is embedded in the wall. The front is slightly protruding, and there is a small opening one finger wide on it. Pilgrims can throw coins in here.
Because the back panel of the merit box is embedded in the wall, it is impossible to see from the outside how big the merit box is.
Zhu Qingyan always felt that this place was a little strange, so he moved closer to the small opening to see what was inside.
It was pitch black, there was nothing.
She was a little disappointed.
Then she realized that she was blocking the light, so she couldn't see anything.
So Zhu Qingyan changed the angle, trying not to block the light coming from the door, and looked again carefully from the side.
The next moment, Zhu Qingyan felt a tingling sensation on the top of his head.
Behind the merit box, there was a pair of bloodshot eyes, staring at her without blinking!
Zhu Qingyan's brain went completely blank for a moment, and then fear spread throughout his body in an instant.
"ah--!!!!!"
Zhu Lan was startled by Zhu Qingyan's scream. He looked up suddenly and saw Zhu Qingyan backing away, pointing at the merit box, trembling and unable to utter a complete sentence.
“Ghost, ghost, ghost… There is, there is a ghost…”
Zhu Lan's expression also changed.
At this moment, the merit box suddenly made a loud noise.
"Bang!"
The merit box was knocked open, and a thin black shadow ran out from behind, snatched something from Zhu Lan and rushed out.
Zhu Lan and Zhu Qingyan were both frightened by this sudden change, and neither of them reacted for a while.
The black shadow seemed very weak. When he ran to the temple gate, he was tripped by the threshold and fell heavily to the ground outside the temple gate.
Zhu Qingyan's face turned pale as paper, and she was so scared that she almost cried. However, Zhu Lan calmed down first and said to her:
"Don't be afraid, it's a human, not a ghost."
Zhu Qingyan was still scared and cried.
Zhu Lan sighed and pointed at the shadow left by the man falling to the ground.
“Look, the one with the shadow is really a person.
Let’s go and take a look.”
After Zhu Lan finished speaking, he took the lead and walked towards the man.
Zhu Qingyan wiped away his tears tremblingly and subconsciously pulled out the Wenliu from his waist.
Although I don’t know if asking Liu about…those things will be useful.
But after all, it is the magic weapon given to me by Ajing. I always feel much more at ease holding it in my hand.
Zhu Lan walked up to the man, who was lying on the ground. Her face could not be seen clearly, but in his hand he was tightly holding the thing he had just snatched from her.
It turned out to be a small bag of dry food.
Zhu Lan was not sure about the man's aggressiveness for the time being, so he squatted down a few steps away and saw his face clearly.
He was a young man in his twenties, skinny as a skeleton, with a dirty face and body, and even emitting a unpleasant smell.
It feels like I haven't taken a shower in many days.
He recovered his strength, propped himself up with difficulty, and stuffed the dry food into his mouth without caring that it was covered with dirt.
He looks very hungry.
Zhu Lan was afraid that he would choke, so he quickly asked Zhu Qingyan to get the water bag.
Zhu Qingyan finally confirmed that the guy in front of him was a human and not a ghost, and he finally felt relieved, but he couldn't help but feel angry.
"A good person is hiding in this shabby temple, pretending to be a ghost.
Do you know that scaring people can kill them?"
She complained, but still threw the water bag to the man and placed her dry food next to him.
The young man had been hungry for who knows how many days and kept stuffing food into his mouth.
Zhu Lan stared at his face, her beautiful eyebrows slowly wrinkled, as if she was thinking about something.
After a while, she suddenly spoke:
"...Gong Shao?"
The young man shuddered all over and slowly raised his head, with half a piece of steamed bun in his mouth that he had not had time to swallow.
His eyes were filled with fear for a moment!
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