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Seeing Jinghai's appearance at this moment, I couldn't help but be taken aback. The old monk grabbed my wrist tightly with one hand, and the expression on his face was fierce as he had never been.

"Have you ever seen the Yin Stone?" Jinghai asked again gloomily.

"What Yin Stone?" I subconsciously asked, frowning and trying to shake off his hand, but I didn't know that the old monk was holding on to me, but I couldn't shake it off.

"What do you want to do?" The blind man asked coldly, and Dou Dabao also stood up.

Jing Hai stared at my eyes for a while, sighed, and let go of his hand, "Alas, don't blame me for being nervous, it's really a big matter." ”

Watching the old monk change his face is the same as flipping through a book, I wasn't surprised. Everyone pursues different interests, and in the face of their own interests, the attitude they show is naturally different.

Regardless of whether Jinghai is playing tricks or not, he can put his emotions on the surface, rather than one thing in the open and one thing in the dark, which makes people who come into contact with him a lot more worry-free.

I waved my hand and motioned for Dou Dabao to sit down.

I asked Jing Hai, is the Yin Stone the crescent stone that Zhao Qi took from the coffin?

Jing Hai shook his head, thought for a while, and asked me rhetorically, "You said that you saw that woman went to a temple through your spiritual sense, and after asking the permission of the idol in the temple, she really became a living wooden armor person. In your opinion, do you think the temple is illusory, or does it really exist? ”

Jinghai's words immediately aroused my interest, and I didn't hesitate and said directly, "That's true." ”

I simply told me about entering the Eyeless Temple at 31 Backstreet, and about the clay doll I had taken out of the temple.

Speaking of which, I subconsciously looked at Xu Jie.

Xu Jie's face flushed slightly, and she whispered: "I know that you and Sang Lan are married to Yin, so I ......."

"So you took your doll and ran away?" I glared at her. When he turned around, he saw Jing Hai with a strange expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Before I could ask, Jinghai squeaked a sip of wine, smacked his lips and said, "Since you have all been there yourself, there is no doubt about the existence of the temple." Even if you don't need to say it, you should probably know what the temple is for. ”

Thinking back to the pair of clay dolls I saw when I first went to the Eyeless Temple, I vaguely thought of the key, but I didn't know how to speak for a while.

"That temple is in charge of the yin and yang marriage contract." Jinghai spoke amazingly.

"Damn, there is still such a temple?" Dou Dabao and the blind man both stared at him with round eyes.

Jing Hai rolled his eyes and squinted at the two: "Now is not the time for you to want to beat me?" ”

"I'm ...... day" Dou Dabao almost turned over without anyone and a chair. The blind man also has a constipated expression on his face.

I knew that Jinghai was careful, but the old monk's near-best eyes were still eye-opening.

This old girl, it seems that no matter when or what the occasion, she will never forget to care.

Jing Hai's next words surprised everyone: "Do you really think that by putting two photos together, lighting a few sticks of incense and walking around, you can match the dead with the dead, and the dead with the living?" Come on! If that's the case, those bachelors who can't marry their daughters-in-law, as long as they spend a small amount of money to invite a god and dig a grave casually, they can carry a daughter-in-law home to live, who would use to buy a house for a bride price? ”

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

I grabbed the teacup and took a big sip of tea, suppressing my choking breath, "Ahem, monk, let's ...... Let's stop digressing and get down to business. ”

"The Buddha didn't talk to you, he was talking about business. That temple is called the Temple of the Other Side, also known as the Yin Yuan Temple, the 'Yin' of Yin and Yang, which is in charge of the marriage between Yin and Yang. ”

Jing Hai took another sip of wine, stuffed a piece of fish meat into his mouth, and continued vaguely: "The purpose of I say this is not the Yin Yuan Temple itself. ”

He raised his chin at the blind man and Dou Dabao, "You don't have to doubt whether the Yin Yuan Temple really exists, because it's useless to doubt, that's where the dead pair the dead, the dead and the living." Except for some monks who are related to yin relatives and the family that is married, ordinary people can't go, or even see it. ”

Jinghai's vernacular has always been able to choke people to death. But after I pondered the flavor of his words, I suddenly thought of something.

That time on the 31st, not only did I go to the Yin Yuan Temple, but Pan Ying, the big back, also went! Could it be that she is also ......

I looked at Dou Dabao and was about to speak, but Jing Hai said, "There is more than one existence like the Yin Yuan Temple, and the purpose of existence is also different. Don't ask me why they exist, because I don't know. ”

He paused on the table with the empty wine glass, and Dou Dabao, who was hung up on his appetite, immediately picked up the wine bottle and poured it full for him.

Jing Hai nodded with satisfaction, squeaked another sip of wine, and then said, "Let's get back to the topic, the point I'm talking about is not the existence of the Yin Yuan Temple itself, but the root of the existence of these evil places. ”

He glanced at the blind man, "Yi has Taiji, it is to give birth to two yi, and two yi to give birth to four elephants...... I don't need to talk about that, right? Since the beginning of Tai Chi, the existence of all things in the world is based on yin and yang, even the most subtle and evil existence. Let's put it this way, if someone can find a way to reach a perfect balance between the yin and yang momentum of an area at the critical point between yin and yang, then they can create an existence like a yin edge temple. Of course, the reason for creating such a situation varies from person to person. ”

Jing Hai slammed the wine glass on the table, and unconsciously lowered his voice: "If you want to create such a place, the easiest way is to use the Yin Yang Stone!" ”

Hearing that he finally got back to the point, I asked, "The crescent stone that Zhao Qi took away is the Yin Yang Stone...... Is it one of the yin-yang stones? ”

Jinghai glanced at me and nodded, "You finally understand what I mean." The yin and yang stone is naturally divided into two pieces, yin and yang, and Zhao Qi took the yang stone. What the Buddha wants to ask is, where is Yin Shi now? In his life, the Buddha never looked at people or treasures. The person surnamed Zhao is full of evil nature, and it is by no means a good thing. If he gets two crescent stones, one yin and one yang, he may come up with some moths! ”

The old monk's fine eyes suddenly narrowed, spread out a palm and slowly clenched it into a fist, and said ruthlessly: "In order to prevent the demon from making trouble, what the Buddha has to do is to find the precious Yin Stone and collect it properly." ”

"Poof!" This time, Dou Dabao and the blind man squirted out the wine and tea they had just drunk at the same time.

This old monk, in the end, still exposes his greedy nature.

Seeing that we were eating and drinking, the innkeeper, who had been waiting carefully at the door, came over.

Jing Hai was already drunk at this time, his face was red, and his eyes were also red, and he said in a soft voice without waiting for him to speak:

"This time, your family can escape to death, and the Buddha will not let you repay the great grace of saving your life, but only let you do two things for the Buddha."

He hooked his finger at the innkeeper, "Do you remember what kind of virtue the 'master' gave you the mud cat three years ago was?" If you remember, ask someone to draw it for me. ”

When it came to this, the innkeeper could only nod his head again and again.

"Amitabha!" Jing Hai suddenly folded his palms and recited the Buddha's name, and pulled one hand towards the table: "The poor monk is a monk, and he is penniless. You have to give me free food, drink and accommodation these days. ”