Dragon Pattern Roll Set

Zhan Zhao waited until the gate of Kubei Temple, but found that the gate was closed.

Pang Yu ran forward and knocked on the door. After a while, the door was opened with a "creak", and a young monk ran out and slapped his head, "Amitabha, several benefactors, this temple does not accept pilgrims today, please come back another day .”

Pang Yu was puzzled, "Why don't you receive pilgrims?"

"Uh..." The little monk seemed a little embarrassed, "This... I'm sorry I can't tell you..."

When everyone saw the little monk hesitating, they knew that something must have happened.

Zhan Zhao showed him the badge of Kaifeng Mansion.

"Ah!" The little monk was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head, "Is your lord an official?"

Zhan Zhao nodded, "Zhan Zhao of Kaifeng Mansion."

Everyone squinted their eyes silently.Zhan Zhao is still very reliable when he is not skinny and foody, especially when he flashes his waist card and says, "Kaifeng Mansion Zhan Zhao"...

The fourth son cupped his face, "Maomao is so handsome!"

Zhao Pu took a look at him, looking at him, "I'm not handsome?"

The fourth son quickly put his arms around his neck to save him, "Jiujiu is handsome too! Jiujiu is the most handsome!"

Zhao Pu nodded in admiration, meaning—this is more or less the same.

Gongsun glanced at the fourth son——little fourth son, why don't you have any principles at all!

Zhao Pu also glanced at Gongsun, which meant——if only you were as good as him.

"Master Zhan!" After the little monk saw the badge, he called Zhan Zhao in a tone of surprise and joy, and grabbed his sleeve, "Help, Lord Zhan!"

Zhan Zhao was slightly taken aback.

Bai Yutang frowned, because he noticed that the little monk raised his hand, and there was a lot of blood on the sleeve under his hand.

Bai Yutang pointed to his sleeve, "What is this?!"

"Several adults come with the little monk and you will know." After speaking, the little monk opened the door and led everyone in.

As everyone walked along, they had inexplicably some bad premonitions. Could it be... the next classmate who will suffer is Master Xuan Ning, Wan Fangan, right?

Following the little monk through the dark corridors and passing the two main halls in the temple, everyone couldn't help frowning, this Temple of Misery is scary enough!

The two halls are circular, surrounded by a circle of Arhats and Bodhisattvas. It is strange to say that these Bodhisattvas are not benevolent, but hideous faces. Several portraits standing on the ground.

These portraits are even more frightening. They seem to be both male and female, in various shapes and clothes, but the same thing is that they all wear a ghost mask.These ghost faces have different colors and shapes.

After Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao looked around, they suddenly reached out to grab the same mask.

It was a white ghost mask, and it was the same one that the ghost-masked man wore that night.but……

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang looked at each other, how should I describe it...

"Wow!" Pang Yu couldn't help but frowned, "Looking at the same mask, why do you feel that this one is so much scarier than the one worn by the ghost mask that night?"

Pang Yu expressed everyone's feelings in one sentence. Indeed, this mask feels very evil. Although the overall structure and appearance are not bad, but...it just feels evil.

"What kind of mask is this?" Zhan Zhao couldn't help asking the little monk.

"Uh... I can't explain this for a while." The little monk seemed anxious, "Master Zhan, follow me first!"

Zhan Zhao had no choice but to follow, and Pang Yu took off the mask more carefully.

Under the mask, he found that the original portrait was just an ordinary scholar. Pang Yu frowned... How could a scholar wear such a scary mask?

Zhao Pu went to look at the other masks and said to himself, "The farmer's mask is black, the soldier's mask is red, the scholar's is white, the local ruffian is yellow, the painted one looks like a kiln sister, blue..."

Bao Yan was curious, "Do you wear it casually, or is there a certain pattern?"

At this time, Zhan Zhao and the others had already gone away with the little monk, and Xiao Liangzi grabbed Tianzun who was about to run around with one hand, while turning his head and beckoning to everyone.

Everyone went out, Bao Yan couldn't help but said, "Why is this temple so scary?"

The fourth son also looked up, feeling that those Buddha statues were indeed staring at them fiercely, so he hugged Zhao Pu tightly.

Zhao Pu subconsciously quickened his pace and took the fourth son out of here.

Behind him, Pang Yu took the white mask and went to get the green one, because this green mask was exactly the same as the ghost mask that A Dong found for him that day!That also proves that Adong should have gotten that mask here, right?

Pang Yu was staring at the green mask in a daze. The one wearing the green mask was a woman who looked like a very normal lady with a bookish look...

"Hey."

At this moment, Bao Yan tugged him.

Pang Yu came back to his senses and looked up.

"Leave quickly." Bao Yan called Pang Yu, and Pang Yu realized that everyone had left, and they were the only ones left in the hall.

In an instant, a gloomy feeling rose from the ground, and the two hurried out, rushed out of the hall, saw Zhao Pu and Xiao Sizi in the courtyard, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

"These monks are sick. Burning incense here every day is not frightening to death!" Pang Yu wiped off his sweat, and saw Bao Yan looking at Zhao Pu, who was coaxing the younger brother.

The fourth son was probably also frightened, Zhao Pu was teasing him.

Bao Yan hugged his arm and rubbed against Pang Yu, "Look, little crab."

Pang Yu was puzzled, "What are you looking at?"

"Tsk." Bao Yan looked yearning, "I thought that only Big Brother Zhan was easy-going, Fifth Lord Bai and Lord Ninth Prince are serious people, I didn't expect that great heroes also have a gentle side."

The corner of Pang Yu's mouth twitched, and he shook his head—a nerd is a nerd.

……

Zhan Zhao, Bai Yutang, and Gongsun followed the young monk to the backyard of Kubei Temple, and saw several monks sitting in the yard, both old and young, reciting scriptures.

And not far in front of them, sat a person.He looks like a monk by his attire, but... this monk is wearing a ghost mask.

Bai Yutang frowned slightly - what he was wearing was exactly the same style as the one he saw in the hall, a white ghost mask.

The little monk ran to an old monk and whispered a few words.

The monk stood up, slapped Zhan Zhao and the others, shook his head and recited Buddha's name.

Zhan Zhao asked, "What's the master's name?"

"The poor monk's name is Wuxin." The great monk said, "He is the abbot of the Temple of Misery."

"Wu Xin..." Bai Yutang thought the monk looked familiar, so he asked, "Do you know Wu Zen?"

"Wu Chan is the senior brother of the poor monk." The great monk said, looking up at the few people, with some doubts on his expression, but he didn't say anything.

Zhan Zhao pointed to the masked monk and asked, "What's going on?"

"Xuqing, go and take off your uncle's mask." Wu Xin instructed the little monk just now.

Xu Qing ran over and took off the mask of the sitting monk... Once the mask was taken off, everyone was shocked.

Under the mask was a distorted face, gray complexion, lifeless eyes, and a wide open mouth full of blood—a dead monk.

Even Zhan Zhao, who was used to seeing dead people, couldn't help frowning—the death was really terrifying.

"This is Xuan Ning, a monk in my temple..."

When the abbot said something, Zhan Zhao and the others looked at each other in blank dismay. It could be said that it was unexpected but it seemed reasonable... Sure enough, another one died.

What Zhan Zhao wants to do now is to quickly find the rest of them. I don't know if the shadow guards are fast enough, otherwise the speed will be dead!

"Is his original name Wan Fang'an?" Zhan Zhao asked Wu Xin.

Wu Xin froze for a moment, then shook his head, "Uh, the poor monk doesn't know."

Everyone was a little surprised.

"The poor monk has just come here to host for less than a year." Wu Xin explained.

Zhan Zhao nodded, and asked, "When did Xuan Ning die? Why didn't you report it to the officials? Instead, you sat here and recited scriptures?"

Wu Xin seemed to be in a dilemma. After thinking for a while, he sighed, "Xuan Ning died too strangely, and this mask..."

Everyone stared at the great monk for a while, and Zhan Zhao asked tentatively, "The master has been in Kaifeng before, right?"

Wu Xin nodded, "Amitabha, Mr. Zhan, I must have heard Mr. Bao talk about the origin of this mask..."

Zhan Zhao frowned, "Master, why are there ghost masks in your temple..."

The great monk kept shaking his head, "No and no!"

"Master Zhan, this mask is not from our temple!" Xu Qing interjected, "It is true that scholars all wear white masks, but the white masks from before are not like this!"

As he said that, a young monk came over with a set of masks.

Bai Yutang saw that this set was the seven colors, the white one and the green one were very different from the ones in Pang Yu's hands, and the others were the same as those seen in the hall, so... they were transferred?

"Huh?" Pang Yu took out the white mask and the green mask he had just brought out and compared them with the original temple masks brought by the little monk. Compared with them, he was surprised, "Green and white are different, aren't they?"

"These two masks only became like this this morning, and we are also very puzzled!" Xu Qing explained.

"Talk about the specific things in detail." Zhan Zhao felt confused.

"It's like this." Several young monks talked about what happened.

It turned out that after the morning class early today, everyone was ready to open the door to welcome the pilgrims as usual.

But when he was cleaning the courtyard as usual, he suddenly heard a scream from Xuan Ning who was preparing incense in the meditation hall.

Several young monks rushed to the front hall to have a look, and saw Xuan Ning slumped on the ground in fright, looking at the portraits in the middle of the hall.

Everyone took a look, only to realize that the masks of the gifted scholar and the beautiful lady had been replaced by someone, and two particularly scary ones were replaced... Probably because of this, Xuan Ning was shocked.At that time, the young monks were indeed a little puzzled. Although it was quite scary, Xuan Ning was not so frightened that he couldn't even stand up, right?

Everyone originally wanted to take off the two ghost faces, but at this moment, Master Wuxin came into the hall to see them and stopped them.

Master Wuxin asked Xuqing to close the door, and then asked someone to invite Wuchan. The two discussed it all morning, and then Master Wuchan left.

Wu Xin told Zhan Zhao, "Maybe I just missed you. I told Wu Chan that this matter must not be made public. He quietly went to find Mr. Bao, but he hasn't come back yet."

Only then did Zhan Zhao understand why Master Wuxin was a little confused just now.He probably thought they were sent by Master Bao, but they didn't know what happened when they opened their mouths, so he was a little puzzled.After thinking about it again, it became clear that Mr. Bao might be asking Dou about Wang Yueming.

"But since Xuan Ning returned to the meditation room, his whole person has become very strange!" Wu Xin said, "He was out of his wits and locked himself up."

"He didn't give a reason?" Zhan Zhao asked.

Xu Qing shook his head, "The host asked me to watch Uncle Shi, but Uncle Shi lost his temper and hid in a weird way, locking the door too. Just now, we heard him scream again!"

Everyone frowned—this monk is quite good at calling.

"He called 'you go away' and 'it's none of my business' in the meditation room." Xu Qing said, "He looked very emotional, and he didn't let us in when we knocked on the door. We couldn't find it afterwards. Host. But the voice is gone, and the doors and windows are locked."

"That's right!" Another young monk also said, "We patted on the door for a long time, and were about to crash in, when my uncle suddenly said, 'I want to be alone for a while.'"

"That tone, when I think about it now, is really weird." Xu Qing said, "I was panicked just now, but in a blink of an eye, I became calm again..."

"Are you sure it's Xuan Ning's voice?" Bai Yutang asked.

Xu Qing nodded, looked at the other young monks, and the others also nodded, "Master Xuan Ning's voice is very hoarse, easy to recognize!"

"After that, we all dispersed." Xu Qing said, "But just now..."

Wu Xin also recited Buddha's name, "The poor monk and Xu Qing passed by here just now, and saw Xuan Ning sitting with a mask on, and called him but did not respond."

Xu Qing showed everyone the blood on his sleeve, "I pushed my uncle in the past, who knew that his sleeve was covered with blood, I lifted his mask and took a look, I almost died of fright!"

"So..." Zhan Zhao asked Wu Xin, "You were waiting for Wu Chan to come with Mr. Bao, so you didn't report to the official, right?"

Wu Xin nodded and sighed, "Master Zhan's grade doesn't know about this white ghost face, but people at my age have a deep memory, and the past is unbearable. The ghosts in Kaifeng 20 years ago were so dangerous for everyone. Everyone's expressions change when they talk about masks. Now it's finally a peaceful and prosperous world, this matter must be handled carefully, otherwise, people in Kaifeng must be in panic!"

Saying that, all the monks said together, "Amitabha."

Gongsun preliminarily examined Xuan Ning's body, walked up to Zhan Zhao, and said to everyone, "Xuan Ning was killed."

Everyone looked at Xuan Ning's body and nodded - it can be seen that people should not be able to make themselves like that by themselves.

"How did he die exactly?" Zhan Zhao wondered, "Why did his face become like this?"

Bai Yutang glanced at the twisted corpse covered in blood, and felt that he didn't need to eat again these days.

"That's it." Gongsun grabbed Xiao Liangzi with one hand, gently pressed his head with one hand, and gently held his chin with the other, making a twisting motion to the side, "Just twisting like this, the whole neck is broken And then the jaw was ripped off, the inside of the mouth was all torn, so there was so much blood."

Everyone frowned again.

Bai Yutang couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he went to stand aside, and saw Tianzun and Xiaosi were at the stone table, studying the row of seven masks with their own characteristics.

Bai Yutang stretched out his hand, took a look at the white mask that the portrait should have worn, and asked a monk beside him, "Master, these masks have different colors, what can you say?"

"Yes." The monk explained to Bai Yutang, "Black for farmers, red for warriors, purple for merchants, white for talented scholars, green for beauties, yellow for local ruffians, and blue for kiln sisters."

"Then what do these masks represent?" Bai Yutang was puzzled.

"Each color of the mask represents a ghost in the heart. In fact, it does not mean that a specific person has a specific ghost in his heart, but it comes from some Buddhist legends." The monk held a white mask and said, "Scholar The masks of the old ladies are all white, which describe scheming, competitive, and narrow-minded. The masks of the ladies who are educated and polite are green, which describe spoiled, jealous, and put on airs."

Bai Yutang carefully looked at the group of masks. Although these masks didn't look very good, they were nothing compared to the white and green masks.

Pang Yu was a little troubled, "So, this green mask is not from your temple?"

All the monks shook their heads, expressing that they had never seen it before.

"Then where did A-Dong get it?" Pang Yu was puzzled, "And why did it appear here?"

While talking, Zhe Ying jumped in from outside the courtyard and saluted Zhao Pu.

Zhao Pu looked at him and asked, "How is it?"

"Reporting to my lord, apart from the few who died, there are currently eight students who are still in Kaifeng..." As he spoke, he glanced at Xuan Ning's body, "There should be seven now. "

"Where are those people?" Zhao Pu asked.

"We all found it. It took Xuan Ning some time to change his name because he became a monk, and he found it now, a step too late." Zhe Ying said, "The remaining seven people have been protected and are in good condition."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Pu nodded, "Send more people, watch closely!"

"Yes!" Zhe Ying nodded, ready to leave to do some business, but seemed to remember something again, lowered her voice and said to Zhao Pu, "My lord, something happened to Taixue just now."

Everyone pouted.

Pang Yu couldn't help but said, "The Taixue should be shut down, what's going on!"

Everyone nodded. After all, after closing the door, you don't have to study according to the order.

Thinking of this, everyone raised their faces subconsciously to look at the sky. At this time, it was almost evening, which meant that it would be dark in a blink of an eye, and then it would be tomorrow as soon as it dawned!

Tomorrow they will go to Taixue to study, and they can't laugh or cry when they think about it!

"What happened?" Bao Yan asked.

"Two students from Taixue got into a fight for some reason, and one of them stabbed the other." Zhe Ying said, "He was just sent to Kaifeng Mansion to be dealt with by Mr. Bao, and Zi Ying went to inquire about the specific situation. "

"Aren't these Taixue nerds? Don't nerds throw books at each other when they fight? Do they use knives?" Zhao Pu was startled, and Gongsun glared at him several times.

"It's more suspicious." Zhe Ying added, "These two scholars are classmates with Shi Ye, and the one who was stabbed is a roommate who lives in the same dormitory with Shi Ye."

Everyone couldn't help frowning—what the hell are those scholars doing in this Taixue?You really should check it out!