C17 (2/2)

Hong Jiugong made a quick calculation with his left hand and sighed, ”Let nature take its course.

Cai Qilong voiced out his doubts, ”Are we going to Yuan Xing Temple now? Or do you want to sneak in at night? ”

Hong Jiugong frowned, ”Of course we should go now. At night, when the mountains are swarming with demons, it will be difficult to act!”

Cai Qilong vigorously nodded his head and replied. everything will be decided by Master! ”

Hong Jiugong brought Cai Qilong and walked towards the nearby Yuan Xing Temple. The master and disciple duo did not speak much on the way.

Cai Qilong was thinking about the scene that Hong Jiugong had transmitted to his mind. What method did he use to get clues about the Soul-returning Aroma from the mouth of the cannibal monster? How to subdue it? These two questions were the real focus. cannibal monster were immune to normal spells and magic tools, would they be able to successfully destroy the cannibal monster? If she failed, it would be a dead end, and the risk was too high. However, when he thought about it again, for the sake of his two junior brothers, he couldn't just go all out!

Unknowingly, Hong Jiugong and Cai Qilong had already reached the entrance of Yuan Xing Temple. The temple itself was not big, but the decorations were very particular about the layout, sitting north to south. There was no sign in the middle, and the left and right sides were completely empty. There was even a hole in the eaves of the house because there were no tiles. The temple door was now wide open, and the sweet scent of sandalwood filled the air. In the middle of the temple were two monks, one old and one young. The old monk was kneeling on a prayer mat, hammering down on a wooden fish scripture. In his hand was a string of scriptures of the Buddha, constantly rotating.

Cai Qilong stepped across the threshold in front of him, but before his feet could hit the ground, he was stopped by Hong Jiugong. Hong Jiugong placed his hands together in front of the temple's door and shouted: ”Master, we are merchants who travel far to the north, we intend to spend the night at your esteemed temple! I wonder if Master can be so kind as to take us in? ”

The young monk ran out first and said, ”Hey! Master asked me to ask you guys if you came here to find Soul-returning Aroma. ”

The old monk in the temple had his back facing Hong Jiugong and Cai Qilong, he stopped what he was doing and left the praying mat, then turned his head and shouted: ”Void, do not be unreasonable! This monk has already been waiting here for the two of you. If you do not mind the simple and crude nature of the temple, you can stay for the night. ”

In one breath, he ran to the inner hall. The old monk turned his head and looked at him, then shook his head and walked to the door and brought Cai Qilong in: ”You guys are ridiculing me, void is not a big deal, I can't help but have a little temper.”

Hong Jiugong raised his hand and said: ”Nothing, nothing.

Ever since Cai Qilong entered the temple, he had been carefully observing the things inside. The main reason was because of the incident with the laryngeal sphincter, causing him to be wary of all the temples. There weren't many furnishings in the temple. In the middle was a Bodhisattva, whose right hand was incomplete, and its paint had lost its color. Directly below was a square sandalwood platform, and on the stage, there was a white porcelain bowl dedicated to fruits. The fragrance of sandalwood was still emitting from the two sides of the table, and as he raised his head to look at the roof, he saw that there was a large hole on the top left side, and the four beams were covered with cobwebs.

Cai Qilong felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground. Luckily, he was supported by Hong Jiugong who was beside him.

Ever since Hong Jiugong entered the rundown temple, his heart had noticed that something was amiss.

First of all, since it was a temple, why did it only worship Guan Yin? Not Buddha? Moreover, the old monk's face looked like a Maitreya Buddha. What was particularly striking was his long, fleshy earlobes. However, the old monk was wearing a shabby yellow monastic robe and a pair of black shoes with patches on the soles of his feet.