PS: A small paragraph was added to the previous chapter

The little monk from Panshan Temple was temporarily placed in the guest room of the county government. Because he involved the lives of more than a dozen people in the temple, the government attached great importance to him and sent several yamen runners to guard him day and night.

After he woke up, he immediately notified Ming Diansi.

Zhou Bai simply lived in the county government office. After all, this matter was very strange, and he also wanted to understand the hidden content as soon as possible.

The little monk's name is Chang Jing. He seemed to be frightened and lay in bed for a whole day before he took the initiative to communicate with others.

"Chang Jing, can you tell us what happened in Panshan Temple?"

The compass in Wen Meng's hand emitted a burst of spiritual light, which was a spiritual array that could stabilize the mind and mind. After a long time, the little monk's terrified eyes were able to calm down.

Zhou Bai and Daoren Hou were also in the room. In addition to the two of them, Captain Sun, who was a little haggard because of his busyness.

Zhao Magistrate was also thinking about coming here, but now all the big and small things in Hangzhou City are too complicated and he can't get out of here for a while.

Under the gaze of everyone, Chang Jing, who was sitting at the head of the bed, swallowed, his eyes kept turning, and he told them the strange things that happened in Panshan Temple.

Although he did not see the old monk accepting Wu Laoer's money, when he was helping to transport the body, the old monk accidentally chatted with him, and did not expect that all this was the beginning of a nightmare.

Chang Jing's words were still a little confused. Zhou Bai summarized it and briefly said: "So the old monk accepted the money before the man died, and the latter's corpse changed in one night and killed all the people in Panshan Temple?"

"There is something strange everywhere." Wen Meng pinched her temples with both hands, turned to look at Captain Sun and asked, "Have you found out about his identity before his life?"

Captain Sun smiled bitterly and nodded: "According to the registration information, he is a refugee from Xuzhou, who came to Hangzhou about four days ago."

"It's a problem to be related to Xuzhou." Hou Daoren felt the urge to run away from Hangdu, but this place is not the only place that is deeply influenced by Xuzhou. There will be dangers wherever he is not lucky.

Wen Meng took a deep breath and said, "No matter what, first of all, I have to find the old monk. There may be a big problem with the money in his hand. If that thing can give birth to ghosts, everything will be unimaginable."

For some reason, the old beggar on the corner of the street suddenly appeared in Zhou Bai's mind. He hurriedly said, "Captain Sun, please send someone to check the beggars in the streets and alleys, especially those older, he might get involved."

Captain Sun knew that something was urgent, so he quickly set off. Zhou Bai added: "Remember, notify us of Mingdiansi as soon as possible when we find the target."

"Okay." Captain Sun hurriedly went out. With the authorization of Prefect Zhao, he directly mobilized all the idle yamen runners in the city and searched the streets and alleys.

Zhou Bai's conjecture was quickly confirmed. The reason why Chang Jing was extremely frightened was because he had been secretly peeking at him these days.

After the old monk obtained the money, he had no other thoughts in his mind, just thinking of killing everyone who knew the money, and the only one who lived was Chang Jing.

Fortunately, this little monk was timid and afraid of things. After feeling something was wrong, he kept hiding near the county government office.

Seeing the matter getting worse, Zhou Bai frowned, but the little aftermath brought by Xuzhou made the entire Hangzhou capital confused.

What is the scene in Xuzhou, the center of the tornado? Will the thousand-foot giant in the deep ghost realm also walk on that land?

After mobilizing the power of the government, half a day passed, the old monk's trace was finally found, but what is deeply uneasy is that he had already died long ago, his body was thrown into a mass grave, and the money was unknown.

Because something urgent is happening, once zombies appear in such a densely populated place in Hangzhou, relying on the Mindiansi is not enough.

Wen Meng immediately set off for the Ming Street, reported the situation in Hangdu to Mingdiansi, and applied for some personnel to deal with the sudden appearance of ghosts here.

When Zhou Bai learned of the whereabouts of the body, he rushed to the mass grave because he was remote and there was no one living nearby.

Along the way, the trees on both sides of the road looked weird and weird. The crows standing on the branches were red in their eyes, and the eyes looked at people were extremely strange.

When he arrived at the hillside of the mass grave, Zhou Bai knew what the Yin vein was. This mass grave was actually a acquired Yin vein.

He saw a large number of discarded corpses in the mass grave from afar, and there was an old stone tablet at the entrance.

A large amount of yin energy drilled out of the soil, circulated into the air, and then gathered together.

In such places, the chance of ghosts appearing greatly increases. The reason why nothing happens should be related to the stone tablets standing under the hillside.

This stone tablet is engraved with large sections of Buddhist scriptures, and it seems that it has been erected for quite some time, and the moss is covered with moss.

Every time the yin energy gathers together, the stone tablet will emit a faint Buddha light, dispersing the rich yin energy and repeating it.

This stone tablet can be seen at a glance as the work of Monk Sanhuo, which shows how profound his methods are.

When Zhou Bai approached, the faint light emitted by the stone tablet was even a little dazzling. He placed his right hand on the surface and the system responded.

"Do you study the original vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"

Zhou Bai was stunned, but did not choose to study immediately, because this may cause the stone tablet to shatter, and losing the suppressed Yin vein will cause a lot of trouble.

He thought for a moment, took off the lining inside, took some dew and mud, applied it to the surface of the stone tablet, and then copied it with the lining.

When the lining turned into ashes, Zhou Bai looked at the extra "Sutra of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow" on the system panel with satisfaction.

After some time, Zhou Bai crossed the stone tablet and entered the mass grave. The ghost tree in the Dantian became excited, and the branches kept shaking, absorbing the surrounding yin energy in a large amount.

For the natal ghost weapon, there is no better place than the Yin meridian. After half of the nearby Yin Qi was absorbed, a feeling of fullness came from the ghost tree.

It is indeed an unexpected surprise for Zhou Bai to be able to find a yin vein in Hangzhou. It has a lot of help when accumulating yin energy, but now the most urgent task is to find the body of the old beggar.

When he opened the Yin-Yang Eyes, he searched carefully for a few rounds and turns, but he almost had to dig three feet into the ground, but he had no gains.

Zhou Bai thought to himself that oh no, I'm afraid the corpse has turned into a zombie.

Now the sun shines brightly outside, but the mountains and forests are covered with shadows. This is a good place for ghosts.
Chapter completed!