Being too ferocious because of caution

Chapter 459 "Long Night" Scene

Da da da——

Ta da——

The violent showers hit the eaves, splashing countless water droplets, which drifted deep into the soil under the dusk.

Even in such a noisy sound, everyone could hear the shrill screams coming from the main hall. The room where Zhao Yi and others lived was not far from the main hall, only a few hundred meters apart. He heard the sound. I got up and came to the window. I opened the wooden window and saw that the heavy rain outside had not stopped at all, but I could see many candles swaying in the corridor in the distance...

These are monks holding lamps.

Zhao held the candle in the room, covered it with a glass cover, and walked out of the room. The strong wind outside was very cold, blowing his flowing hair into a middle parting.

The candle in his hand was able to emit a fairly bright light in the darkness because of the glass cover.

"Pa bang bang..."

"Pa bang..."

When passing by next door, the young couple inside were still playing the game of you and me, and they didn't care at all about what was going on outside.

About ten meters in front of the corridor, stood a rickety black figure.

Her black hair is shawl, and her feet are bare.

Zhao Yi's evil eyes could only see her character information. This rickety old woman was the goddess who came up from the mountain.

Without any pause, Zhao Yi walked past her.

"young people……"

The goddess suddenly spoke.

Zhao Yi stopped.

"Um?"

The Goddess came silently behind Zhao Yi, with a gloomy voice:

"Why do you want to burn off the old woman's hair?"

Zhao Yi turned around and glanced at Grandma.

The other person's face was criss-crossed with ravines, looking more like a ghost than a human, and more like a human than a ghost.

“Why do you put hair in your rice?”

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the goddess raised her eyelids slightly, with a scary smile on her lips:

"young people……"

"It's not too late to leave now."

Zhao blinked and said:

"This... it would be more appropriate for you to say this to the young couple next door."

After saying that, Zhao Yi held a candle and headed towards the main hall.

The goddess looked at Zhao Yi's back, her eyes full of meaning.

The night wind kept hitting her face with raindrops, but the goddess didn't seem to feel anything about it. It wasn't until Zhao opened the bamboo umbrella and his figure completely disappeared into the distance that she opened the door of her room and walked out. Entering the dark room...

…

In the main hall, there were a large number of monks gathered around.

They lit the candles, and the hall was immediately brightly lit. The candlelight disc player dissipated the coldness brought by the rainy night. When Zhao arrived, he shook the rain off his umbrella and saw the monks with pale faces, holding a strange corpse. The body was taken out...

The corpse was in a tragic death state, covered with green hair, and its expression was twisted and horrified, as if it had seen some extremely terrifying scene before it died...

A rotten musty smell emanated from the corpse.

The monk Hui Jue, who had dinner with Zhao Yi before, came to Zhao Yi, clasped his hands and said to Zhao Yi:

"Sorry...Donor Zhao, I have disturbed you."

Zhao Yi watched the monk's body being carried away and asked:

"Who died?"

Huijue's face looked slightly solemn:

"It's Xiao Monk's junior brother Hui Pu."

"How did you die?"

"The young monk doesn't know."

Zhao Yi glanced at the main hall and asked:

"Can I go in and have a look?"

Huijue looked troubled:

"this……"

Just when he hesitated, the abbot's voice came from behind:

"Huijue, let Almsgiver Zhao come in."

Huijue immediately stepped out of the way and got out of the way.

Zhao Yi put the umbrella outside and wiped the water on the soles of his shoes on the steps before walking into the hall. The light of the candlelight hit his face, leaving a shadow.

"Hello, Abbot."

Zhao Yi also put his hands together and saluted Huifa.

Huifa sighed:

"I'm really sorry, Donor Zhao, the temple may not be so safe recently... It rains heavily in the suburbs for a month or two, and you can't leave."

"I will send someone specially to protect your safety. Please don't run around these days, Donor Zhao, to avoid any accidents..."

Zhao Yi thanked Huifa, suddenly sniffed his nose and said:

"So strange..."

"Obviously the body of little Master Huipu has been taken away just now, why is there still such a strong damp smell in the air?"

As soon as he said this, everyone in the hall immediately looked at each other and discovered this problem.

"Yes, Master...why is there still such a strong damp smell in the palace?"

The young monks who were responsible for chanting sutras at night together with the dead Hui Pu were full of doubts. They looked around and smelled, looking for the source of the smell.

Zhao Yi looked at the coffin in the center of the hall and said:

"The smell seems to be coming from there."

Upon hearing this, everyone focused their eyes on the coffin. Abbot Huifa frowned and couldn't help but step forward to check. After a brief inspection, his expression changed slightly!

But soon, Huifa's expression returned to normal.

"Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with Master Hongmu's body."

"It should be that the air is moist, causing the smell from the coffin."

He said calmly.

Then he said to the other monks in a stern manner:

"From now on, all of you who are responsible for chanting sutras must not slack off at all!"

"You won't be able to rest until the brothers who are changing shifts arrive tomorrow morning. This is related to the life and death of the entire temple. There must be no slack at all. Do you understand?"

The monks agreed immediately.

Zhao Yi wanted to go forward and check the body in person, but Huifa stopped him and said:

"Donor Zhao, there is a terrible evil spirit sealed in the golden body of Master Hongmu. Please don't get close to it, so as to avoid any accidents..."

Although his tone was polite, his body was very determined to block Zhao Yi.

Then he said to the young monk Huijue:

"Huijue, please send Donor Zhao back to his room to rest."

"You should stay with Donor Zhao for the next few days and protect his safety!"

Huijue took the order, walked to Zhao Yi's side, and waved his sleeves to invite him:

"Please come in, Donor Zhao."

Zhao Yi took a deep look at Huifa, thanked him, turned around and followed Huijue out of the hall.

As the two of them were walking back to their room, Zhao Yi suddenly asked Huijue:

"Huijue, was Huipu the only one dead in the hall?"

Huijue was startled when he heard this, and then said:

"Yes."

"According to the descriptions of other brothers in the hall, a terrifying gust of wind blew into the hall at that time, and then half of the candles in the hall went out, and then Brother Huipu began to mutter something on the spot, and his voice became louder and louder, and later it turned into a roar, and his body began to swell, rot, and grow green hair..."

"Then... he died."

Zhao Yi recalled the furnishings in the hall.

Three hundred candles were around, and Master Hongmu's body was in the middle.

The night wind blew and blew out half of the candles.

And then Huipu died.

It seems...there is no place to leave clues.

But judging from the expression of Abbot Huifa when he saw Master Hongmu's body in the coffin just now, the body probably grew green hair.

Although the damp and moldy smell on Hongmu's body is not as strong as the smell on the dead Huipu, it is very obvious.

What does this mean?

Has the strangeness sealed in Master Hongmu's body... revived?

PS: The second update, this story has more details and is still very interesting.

If the next update is not released by 11 o'clock, everyone can go to bed.

Good night, my dears.

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