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Pang Yu ran forward and smashed the door. After a while, the door was opened with a "creak" sound. A little monk ran out and bowed, "Amitabha, several donors, this temple will not receive pilgrims today. Please come again next day."

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

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

When everyone saw the little monk stuttering, they knew that something might have happened.

Zhan Zhao took out the Kaifeng Mansion's waist card and showed it to him.

"Ah!" the little monk was stunned and raised his head, "Sir, are you an official?"

Zhan Zhao nodded, "Zhan Zhao, Kaifeng Prefecture."

Everyone squinted their eyes silently. Zhan Zhao was still very reliable when he was not a savage or a foodie, especially when he lit up his waist and said, "Zhan Zhao, Kaifeng Prefecture"...

The little four son held his face, "The cat is so handsome!"

Zhao Pu was a little chewy and glanced at him, "I'm not handsome?"

The little Sizi hurriedly hugged his neck to make up for it, "Jiujiu is also handsome! Jiujiu is the most handsome!"

Zhao Pu nodded very much, and that was the same.

Gongsun glanced at Xiao Sizi - Xiao Sizi, why are there no principles at all!

Zhao Pu also glanced at Gongsun, that's what he meant - if you were as good as him.

"Master Zhan!" After seeing the waist card, the little monk called Zhan Zhao and was surprised and happy. He grabbed his sleeve, "Help, Lord Zhan!"

Zhan Zhao was slightly stunned.

Bai Yutang frowned because it noticed that the little monk raised his hand and a lot of blood was stained on the sleeves under his hand.

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

"A few adults come with the little monk and you will know it." As he said that, the little monk opened the door and led everyone in.

Everyone walked along the way, and somehow had bad premonitions. Could it be... the next classmate who suffered is Master Xuanning, or Wan Fang'an?

Following the little monk through the dark corridor and passing through the two main halls in the temple, everyone couldn't help but frown. This miserable temple is scary enough!

Both halls are round, with a circle of arhats and Bodhisattvas sitting around them. It is strange that these Bodhisattvas do not have kind-hearted eyes, but have hideous faces, with their eyes facing the middle of the hall, and looked down at the several portraits standing on the ground.

These people seem to be even more terrifying. They look like they are both men and women, and they are in various shapes and dressed in different shapes, but the same place is that they are wearing a ghost mask. The colors and appearances of these ghost faces are different.

After taking a look around, Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao suddenly reached out to get the same mask together.

It was a white ghost mask, which was the same one worn by the ghost-faced man that night. But...

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

"Wow!" Pang Yu couldn't help but frown, "Looking at the same mask, why do you feel that this one is so scary than the one worn by the ghost-faced man that night?"

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

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

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

Zhan Zhao had no choice but to follow him. Pang Yu became more careful and took off the mask.

Under the mask, I found that the original portrait was just an ordinary scholar, and Pang Yu frowned... Why did a scholar wear such a scary mask?

Zhao Pu went to see other masks again and said to himself, "The farmer's mask is black, the soldier's mask is red, the scholar is white, the gangster is yellow, the one with polished powder looks like a kiln sister, blue..."

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

At this time, Zhan Zhao and the others had already walked away with the little monk. Xiao Liangzi grabbed the Tianzun who was about to run around with one hand and turned around to wave to everyone.

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

The little Sizi also looked up with his face, feeling that the Buddha statues were indeed staring at them fiercely, so he hugged Zhao Pu tightly.

Zhao Pu subconsciously accelerated his pace and took Xiao Sizi away from here.

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

Pang Yu was staring at the green mask in a daze. The one wearing the green mask was a woman. She looked at the very normal lady and had a little bookish atmosphere...

"Hello."

At this time, Bao Yan pulled him.

Pang Yu came to his senses and looked up.

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

In an instant, a gloomy feeling emerged from the ground. The two hurriedly ran out and rushed out of the hall. When they saw Zhao Pu and Xiao Sizi in the yard, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"These monks are sick. It would be strange if they are not scared to death if they burn incense here every day!" Pang Yu wiped his sweat and saw Bao Yan looking at Zhao Pu who was coaxing the little fourth son.

The little fourth son was probably scared, and Zhao Pu was teasing him.

Bao Yan hugged his arm and rubbed Pang Yu, "Little Crab, look."

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

"Tsk." Bao Yan looked yearning, "I originally thought that only Brother Zhan was very easy-going. Master Bai Wu and Prince Jiu were both serious. I didn't expect that the hero also had a gentle side."

Pang Yu twitched his lips and shook his head - he was stupid.

...

Zhan Zhaohe Baiyutang and Gongsun followed the little monk to the backyard of Kubei Temple. He saw several monks sitting in the yard, including old and young, and were just chanting scriptures.

Not far ahead of them, there was a man sitting. He looked like a monk dressed up, but... the monk was wearing a ghost mask.

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

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

The monk stood up, bowed to Zhan Zhao and others, chanting Buddha's name while shaking his head.

Zhan Zhao asked, "What do you call a master?"

"I am the monk's Dharma name Wuxin." said the great monk, "I am the host of Kufei Temple."

"Wuxin..." Bai Yutang felt that the monk looked familiar and asked, "Do you know Wuchan?"

"Wuchan is the senior brother of the monk." The monk said, looking up at the few people, looking a little confused, but he didn't say anything.

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

"Xuqing, go and take off your uncle's mask." Wuxin ordered the young monk just now.

Xu Qing ran over and took off the monk's mask sitting... As soon as the mask was removed, everyone was shocked.

I saw a distorted face under the mask, a gray face, a godless eyes, and a wide, bloody mouth - a dead monk.

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

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

With a word from the abbot, Zhan Zhao and others looked at each other, which could be said to be unexpected but seemed reasonable... Sure enough, another one died.

What Zhan Zhao wants to do now is to find the other few left. I wonder if the Shadow Guards are fast enough, otherwise the speed will be gone!

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

Wu Xin was stunned and shook her head, "Uh, I don't know."

Everyone was a little surprised.

"I just came here to serve as a presiding officer for less than a year," Wu Xin explained.

Zhan Zhao nodded and asked, "When did Xuanning die? Why don't you report to the officials? Instead, you sit here and recite scriptures?"

Wu Xin seemed to be embarrassed. After thinking for a while, she sighed, "Xuanning died too strangely, and this mask..."

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

Wu Xin nodded, "Amitabha, Lord Zhan, I believe Bao Xiangye has told you about the origin of this mask..."

Zhan Zhao frowned, "Master, why do you have a ghost mask in the temple..."

The monk kept shook his head, "Not nor not!"

"Sir Zhan, this mask is not from our temple!" Xu Qing interrupted, "It is true that scholars all wear white masks, but the white masks used to be not like this!"

As he said that, a young monk had already brought a set of masks over.

Bai Yutang saw that this set was in the color of the seventh middle school, the white one and the green one, which was very different from the one in Pang Yu's hands, and the others were the same as what they saw in the main hall. So... were they transferred?

"Huh?" Pang Yu took out the white mask and green mask he had just brought out and compared it with the mask in the temple brought by the little monk. After comparison, he was surprised, "Is green and white different?"

"We are puzzled by these two masks just turned like this this morning!" Xu Qing explained.

"I'll talk about the specific things in detail." Zhan Zhao felt stupid.

"That's how it is." Several young monks talked about the incident.
To be continued...