Mysterious Resurrection: Starting from the Hanged Man Path

Chapter 6 Hongfa Temple

"Can't the headquarters find out this person's identity?" asked a ghost rider.

Wang Xiaoming did not reply to this question because the person who asked this question was too stupid.

Zhang Han said: "The person in the painting is so blurry that we can't even tell whether he is a man or a woman. How can the headquarters confirm his identity?"

"Besides, if it could be confirmed, Professor Wang would have done it long ago. Why would you need to remind him?"

The ghost rider simply stopped talking.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Jian, "Is that him you met last night?"

Yang Jian hesitated and said, "The distance was very far, and my ghost eyes could not see him clearly, but there is a high probability that he is the person in the painting."

Zhao Kaiming sneered, "This is going to be a busy time. Not only do we have to deal with supernatural events, but we also have to be on guard against the ghost rider who may attack at any time."

"Zhao Kaiming, can you say something nice?" Sun Yi cursed.

"Yeah yeah."

Zhao Kaiming spread his hands and said, "Is it not okay to tell the truth? Then I say that we can solve this supernatural incident soon. The ghost rider has no ill intentions. He just came to Dachang City for a stroll."

"Professor Wang, is it possible to get him to join us? With his participation, we will definitely be able to solve this supernatural incident with twice the result with half the effort." Zhang Han said.

Yang Jian shook his head, "If he wanted to join, he would have been here meeting with us a long time ago."

"He is not interested in the headquarters. The headquarters is here to handle this incident. In other words, he is not interested in handling this incident either. I just don't know what his purpose is."

"He won't attack us, right?" asked a ghost rider.

"I don't think so. Kill us..."

"........."

Wang Xiaoming patted the table and signaled everyone to be quiet.

"I tell you about this in the hope that you can pay attention and be more vigilant."

"This concludes the meeting. I have research to do."

After saying that, he stood up and left the temporary meeting room.

Zhao Kaiming's expression relaxed, as it seemed that the ghost rider did not want to destroy the deal between him and the ghost.

the other side.

Zhang Xiansheng lay on the bed in the hotel room and read the news.

The local news in Dachang City explained the supernatural events in Dachang City as high-concentration smog caused by pollution leakage from a factory, which posed little threat to human health.

At the same time, there are experts' analysis that says the haze contains many trace elements needed by the human body. Breathing it regularly is very good for people. Men can strengthen their kidneys and bodies by inhaling it, while women can beautify their skin by inhaling it.

In response to this, Zhang Xiansheng made a special comment under the expert's video.

"Do the experts have strong kidneys and strong bodies? Do you have seven sexes in one night?"

I watched some more videos and it was almost ten o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Xiansheng washed up, walked out of the hotel, and bought some food at a nearby convenience store.

He ate as he walked, and soon disappeared.

The pedestrians on the street seemed unaware. One reason was that the smog was too thick and you couldn't see your hand in front of you. Another reason was that they all had their own things to do and didn't pay any attention to other people at all.

Zhang Xiansheng was navigating with his mobile phone in one hand and a sandwich in the other.

It didn't take long for him to reach his destination.

There is a temple in front of me.

This is Hongfa Temple in Dachang City.

Zhang Xiansheng walked into Hongfa Temple, climbed three steps, and the Main Hall was in front of him.

He used the ghost painting's ghost domain to explore and indeed found the underground passage under the temple, where there were many monks taking refuge.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from the spot.

The scene around him also changed, and he was in an underground passage.

The underground passage was built with blue bricks, which means it has existed for a long time.

Zhang Xiansheng looked forward and saw an old wooden door at the end of the road. The door was covered with gold foil and was tightly closed and locked.

Inside the wooden door is the master of the Ghost Eye, the White Bone Tree.

He put away the ghost domain.

came a timid voice.

"Who are you!"

Zhang Xiansheng turned his head and saw a little monk with a pretty face, red lips and white teeth.

If it weren't for the Adam's apple and the male voice, he would have thought that the person in front of him was not a little monk, but a little nun.

When he used the ghost domain to explore the underground passage, he had already discovered this little monk who was left alone.

Zhang Xiansheng smiled and asked, "Who are you?"

"I don't have a name, my Buddhist name is Lu Yuan."

Just then, a flashlight came on, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

The person who came was an old monk wearing plain clothes, chanting Buddhist mantras.

"Amitabha!"

"Donor, I wonder what you are here for?"

The old monk continued, "If you want to seek refuge here, please follow me. This is an ominous place with great terror."

"You can't stop me." said Zhang Xiansheng.

"Please have mercy on me, don't open that door, and don't touch the things inside, such as the demon-subduing pestle, otherwise something very scary will be released."

"With Dachang City in this state right now, what difference does it make whether it is opened or not?"

"Everything is destined." The old monk put the flashlight under his armpit and said with his hands clasped together.

"Since it was already predetermined, how do you know that my appearance was not predetermined? And how do you know whether the good results will turn into bad results because of your obstruction?"

The old monk was speechless for a moment.

Zhang Xiansheng sneered, "Do you want good results or bad results?"

The old monk remained silent.

"If you don't speak, it will be bad."

“It’s the result of good deeds.”

Zhang Xiansheng walked towards the old wooden door at the end of the passage.

He walked closer, reached out and tore off the gold foil, but felt it would be a pity to throw it away, so he rolled it into a ball and put it in his pocket.

He reached out, grasped the lock and pulled it down hard. The old door lock, which was already rusty, opened in an instant.

He threw the lock to the ground and pushed the wooden door open.

Behind.

The old monk chanted "Amitabha".

The young monk looked at the open wooden door, then looked at the old monk, and began to chant "Amitabha".

As Zhang Xiansheng stepped in, a cold wind blew in his face, so cold that it bit him. The temperature around him suddenly dropped several degrees.

It was very dark around, the kind of darkness where you couldn't see anything.

Instead of moving forward, he walked to the corner of the door and the wall and stood still.

He touched the blue brick wall and felt many scratches on it. He touched it carefully and put it to his nose to sniff and could smell a faint smell of blood.

These scratches should have been caused by Yang Jian’s classmates before they died.

suddenly.

“Tick~” “Tick~”

The sound of dripping water reached my ears.

It was slight and tiny, but it was clear in this completely dark environment.

Zhang Xiansheng tried to use the ghost domain, and the gray and dark ghost domain opened.

　There is no time left, make up for it immediately.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)