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Chapter 38 Weird Things
"I saw you at noon," Mingzhi suddenly said, "in the lecture hall."

"Brother, have you also gone to listen to Uncle Faying's talk about his experiences in the martial arts world?"

"This kid is so cute, not once is he wrong." Mingzhi said with a smile.

It can be seen that the three of them have a very good relationship in private, and it is very natural for them to joke and play around with each other. Mingjing and Li Ming quickly blend into this atmosphere, chatting about random things, and time passes quickly.

Speaking of which, we have to introduce Guangde Temple. Guangde Temple is built on the mountain. As mentioned above, it can accommodate thousands of people. It is open to pilgrims for worship on weekdays, so it naturally covers a large area.

What exactly is the Dharma? Let me describe it to you this way: the temple is connected to the mountain, and the mountain is connected to the temple.

It is not a platform that is carved out on the mountain to build bell and drum towers, scripture pavilions, training rooms, etc.

Instead, there are such buildings or building complexes every few meters, so if you say that patrolling at night is really hard, half a night is only enough to patrol twice. Of course, there is more or less some slacking in it, but this is required by the temple rules, and the patrol should be carried out at a certain speed.

As for why it is easy for people to find flaws when patrolling every day according to a fixed route and speed, first of all, this is a temple. There is no emperor inside who might be assassinated, and there are no valuable items.

Secondly, those more important places, such as the Sutra Library, are guarded by special people, so the night patrol is more to deal with some sudden problems. There must be someone awake in the temple instead of a thousand people all sleeping soundly.

The days that followed were uneventful. He just became more familiar with his fellow brothers from the Dharma Academy, and they would often practice sparring in the martial arts arena, especially Mingwu, who would often practice with Li Ming without even using his internal energy.

After more than half a month, Li Ming became a celebrity in the martial arts arena. Most of his fellow brothers had fought with him several times and had a very good impression of this fellow brother Mingxin who was good at boxing and kicking.

Li Ming often sighed that the atmosphere in Guangde Temple was really good. The brothers were harmonious and friendly with each other, and there were no terrible things. Compared with the novels he had read before, this sect was really Buddhist to the point of being scary.

They are just a group of monks chanting sutras, so what bad intentions could they have? However, if you are writing a novel, you must never write about monks in a temple. There is no contradiction at all. How can the plot be advanced?
That night, it was Mingxin and Mingjing's turn to be on night patrol. After two rounds of running-in, the five of them became more familiar with each other. After working in harmony for midnight, they didn't realize it was already midnight.

All five of them came to the mountain gate and waited for their shift change.

Just then, there was a rapid knock on the door.

"clap clap"

"Who is it? Why are you knocking on the door so late?" Minghui frowned, but still walked quickly to the door and removed the huge bolt behind it.

As soon as the door opened, a young man with a panicked look on his face rushed over, struggling and crawling on the ground.

“Help, help!!!”

"There are monsters and ghosts!"

"Save me, Master, save me"

I saw a few people dressed as monks, and this person was mumbling something incoherently.

Seeing that the man was unconscious, Li Ming immediately stepped forward, grabbed the man's shoulders, shook him hard, and shouted.

"Who are you!"

This shout, filled with true power, was so deafening that the man was visibly startled, and it took him a long time to recover. Then his eyes gradually cleared, and he looked around before speaking.

"Is this Guangde Temple?"

Ming Jing nodded and said, "That's right, benefactor, may I ask what brings Xingye here?"

Upon hearing this, the young man's face immediately showed fear again. He spoke in a trembling voice.

"Haunted, haunted, ghostly, Master, our Lu Family Village is haunted, and several people have died. Master Lu asked me to come out for help, but on the way... there are ghosts chasing me on the road, wuwuwu."

The young man's face was already covered with tears when he said this.

Several people looked at each other and felt that this matter was of great importance. Li Ming said, "In my opinion, this is not something we can handle. We need to report it to the abbot for a decision."

"Junior Brother Mingxin is right." Minghui nodded, and at this time several senior brothers who were changing shifts also rushed over.

Li Ming stayed to comfort the man, and slowly the man calmed down and stumbled over what had happened during this period.

He was originally a servant in Lujiazhuang at the foot of the mountain, named Lu Shiqi. Speaking of Lujiazhuang, it is a well-known family for its charity. They usually provide free medical treatment and medicine, repair bridges and roads, and everyone calls him the great benefactor Lu.

Even the servants were proud to work for the Lu family. Of course, Lu Shiqi was bought by Mr. Lu from a human trafficker, so he changed his surname to Lu and was named Seventeen according to the serial number. Lu Shiqi didn't care. Anyway, he had been a servant in the Lu Mansion since he could remember. If nothing unexpected happened, he could do it for the rest of his life.

The story of this haunted incident started half a month ago.

Half a month ago, the chef of the Lu Mansion took a leave to visit his elderly mother in the countryside. This was a very common thing. After all, the Lu Mansion was a wealthy family and they had more than one chef. It was not necessary for everyone to have no food to eat if one chef took leave. All they had to do was tell the host.

But the strange thing was that he didn't come back for seven days. Just when everyone else was wondering, a servant of the Lu family got hungry in the middle of the night and got up from the kitchen to get two steamed buns to fill his stomach.

How can I put it? Actually, it's not a big deal. As long as no one gets caught, who would know that two steamed buns are missing from the kitchen? Even if the chef wakes up the next day and finds that two are missing, he won't care.

Just as the boy was chewing a steamed bun in the kitchen, a strange sound, neither loud nor small, was heard.

How to describe it, it's like scratching a blackboard with your fingernails.

At first he didn't take it seriously, but as time went on, the sound became louder and closer, and he slowed down his eating of the steamed bun.

Think about it, you get up in the middle of the night and go to the kitchen to steal something to eat. People know that you are eating steamed buns, and those who don’t know will think that you have poisoned the food in the kitchen. So you feel a little guilty and dare not look, but the sound is getting closer and closer, as if it is right next to your ear.

The more he listened, the more uneasy he felt, and the more frightened he became, even the steamed bun in his hand no longer tasted good.

He lowered his body and squatted next to the stove, a place that was almost a blind spot. He closed his eyes and faced the bricks, not daring to breathe.

Then the sound became farther and farther away and lighter and lighter. It was unknown how much time had passed before the sound finally disappeared without a trace. The man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, he plucked up the courage to look back, hey, guess what?

(End of this chapter)