Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Chapter 902 Sandalwood Coffin Formation

On the first day, study Buddhist scriptures.

On the second day, study Buddhist scriptures.

On the third day, watch the water, watch the water, what about the agreed plan to snatch the fragments of the sky-replenishing stone? Can't continue to indulge in it!

On the fourth day, study Buddhist scriptures.

Of course, what he read was not formal Buddhism, but some interesting Buddhist anecdotes... The main reason was that he was a newcomer and had to let the other party let go of his guard, so he couldn't do anything but read.

After coming and going, even the guardian monk in charge of the Sutra Pavilion became familiar with him.

The monks in this temple are very strange. Young monks look relatively normal, but adult monks often look haggard and haggard, as if they have been severely squeezed by 996.

Zhizhi also asked the guardian monk obliquely, but the other party just laughed and fooled around. It seems that this matter is indeed a secret that cannot be said in Jinchan Temple.

Even though it is a small temple, how can it hide so many secrets?

Ming Zhi kept sneering in his heart, but he didn't care on his face, he said goodbye to the guarding monk and left.

A Jing, do you see any clues? On the way back to the room, Ming Zhi asked Kunlun Jing quietly.

Yeah. Kunlun Mirror replied, This monk doesn't have any cultivation.

No cultivation base, which means a mortal body.

Whether it is the monk guarding the Sutra Pavilion, the monks passing by, or the old monk who is the abbot, there is no mana in his body, as if they are all ordinary people.

But even if you use your cerebellum, you know that if Jinchan Temple is full of monks with no magic power, and it is isolated from the outside world, it may have been directly bulldozed by hell.

Here... Akechi narrowed his eyes slightly.

In this temple, there must be a great horror hidden, so even Luo Daochang, the celestial suzerain, did not dare to force it, so he could only send people to lurk in secret, and slowly figure it out.

In this way, it is even more impossible to act rashly.

The old monk deliberately told me that no matter where I go, I can't go to the apse. It was so mysterious, it was clearly tempting me to go there—if the apse was really a forbidden place, how could there be a reason to tell people not to go without saying why?

Even if you make nonsense that the back is a place to worship the seniors in the temple and enshrine incense tablets, I'm too lazy to break in, okay?

He returned to the room calmly, and continued to study Buddhist scriptures.

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After a few more days, Zhizhi still maintained a steady daily routine of borrowing books and reading, as if he really came to study Buddhism with great concentration.

Suddenly someone came to visit from outside, saying that the host planned to meet him.

Zhizhi followed the monk to the main hall, and saw the old monk standing in the middle of the empty main hall as before, and asked him with a smile:

Master Zhizhi lived in our temple for a few days, what's wrong with the hospitality?

Amitabha. Zhizhi recited the Buddha's name and said earnestly, As long as the monks have a calm mind, everything is practice, so why do you say 'the hospitality is not good'?

The old monk was stunned for a moment, as if he had never thought that the foreign monk in front of him would actually say such Buddhist words, and he smiled after a while and said:

That's good, that's good.

The two chatted for a few more words before the absent-minded old monk sent Ming Zhi away.

This foreign monk... Could it be that he really came to study Buddhism with great concentration?

It doesn't matter, since he didn't show any covetousness towards the apse, he can stay here as long as he wants, there are quite a few such residences in the temple.

But if he really harbors evil intentions... Hmph.

The old monk turned away with his hands behind his back, while Ming Zhi returned to the wing room, and immediately said to Kunlun Mirror:

The time is ripe, let's go to the apse tonight!

How to say? Kunlun Mirror asked in surprise, How do you know that the time is ripe?

Such an extremely xenophobic escapist sect often has a certain period of investigation for new outsiders. Zhizhi said confidently, The investigation period has ended, and no doubts have been found yet, but I dare not go down. The final judgment, so I was called to do a test.

And my answer was watertight, which made him suspicious, so he let me go... Isn't this the best time to explore the apse?

These are all your subjective conjectures, right? Kunlun Mirror really wanted to complain like this, but recently he got tired of reading Buddhist scriptures all the time, so he agreed.

Zhizhi made up his mind and asked the Kunlun Mirror to cast illusions on himself to make sure nothing would go wrong.

Then, he left the wing room at night and sneaked towards the apse.

In the direction of the main hall, the lights are brightly lit at this time, and a large number of monks in the temple gather here to start the evening class ceremony. The sound of wooden fish knocking and grand Sanskrit singing resounds throughout the temple, making people feel an otherworldly and ethereal feeling.

The timing I picked is not bad... Zhizhi thought to himself.

When I came to the edge of the apse, I saw that there was a long wall separating this area from the vicinity of the main hall.

The wall is about ten feet high, the surface is powder coated, smooth and difficult to climb, it may be helpless for ordinary people, but it is effortless for monks.

After Zhizhi scanned and confirmed that there were no formation traps, he took a relaxed vertical leap, quickly climbed over the wall, and fell to the ground.

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

It's like sandalwood... It's not surprising that Buddhists use sandalwood to calm the mind. But is the flavor too strong?

Could it be that it is deliberately covering up the smell of another existence?

Thinking secretly in his heart, Zhizhi simply looked for the source of the sandalwood breath.

Soon, he came to the gate of a great hall.

This hall looks inconspicuous, without any plaque on it, it seems to be an old abandoned hall.

After reconfirming that there were no traps, Akechi stepped into it with an indifferent expression.

The next moment, the calm expression on his face could not be stretched any longer.

Because the temple is filled with a large number of sandalwood coffins. All the coffins were not sealed, and there were corpses displayed inside, all dressed in gray hats and monk clothes, with smooth and hairless heads, no doubt they were monks.

Zhizhi wandered among the coffins, and was shocked to find many familiar old faces:

Whether it is the monks guarding the gate and sweeping the floor, or the monks guarding the Sutra Pavilion, the corpses are all in these coffins.

The only thing missing is the presiding old monk. In addition, the bodies of all the little monks are not...

Thinking about it carefully, it's not surprising: if all the young monks in the temple were killed and replaced, then number two would naturally not be spared alone.

Wise eyes stared at the coffins, and he could confirm that these coffins were all magical artifacts, which were used to embalm and preserve the corpse.

Why kill all the adult monks and hide their bodies here, but leave all the children alone?

And those monks outside, what are they?