Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 634 Baifo Temple

Under the night.

There was a commotion in Baifo temple. Many people took to the streets and were awakened from their sleep by the noise.

The people took to the streets, wondering what had happened before.

Fang Zheng's eyes skipped over these ordinary people and looked in the direction of Baifo temple not far away. In front of him, it was a temple in good condition.

In the dark, the magnificent Baifo temple was so conspicuous, like a magnificent palace. Fang Zheng would never mistake it. The complete temple in front of him was indeed Baifo temple.

It was the battlefield where the holy monk Long Poshu had just broken out in a war with the ghosts in the shrine.

But what was going on in front of him? With all the fighting going on just now, how could Baifo temple remain intact?

This Baifo temple is weird!

In the face of this strange scene, Fang Zheng was vigilant and did not venture into Baifo temple.

He was patiently lurking.

See if anything else has changed.

But five or six minutes later, there was no sign of any disturbance in Baifo temple, and Fang Zheng could not figure out what was going on in the hundred buddhist temple.

Is the relic dead or not?

Is the Old Mo Buddha clue in Baifo temple?

After thinking for a few seconds, Fang Zheng finally decided to explore Baifo temple at night.

Ten minutes later...

Fang Zheng did not find any clues or abnormalities in the temple, with a heavy heart. After Fang Zheng took a last look at the direction of the temple ruins of Baifo temple and basuko behind him, his figure flashed and he quickly disappeared into the dark.

It was at this time that Hannah, lyra and the others left the tent after bidding farewell to the holy monk Long Poshu and began to take people to Baifo temple to deal with the aftermath.

Whether it's the golden buddha in the void...

In the end, the old woman leaked the Blessed passage news...

We must erase the memories of ordinary people and not let the news of tonight spread.

...

When Fang Zheng returned to his hotel with a heavy heart, he did not enter through the main entrance of the lobby, but went back to his room through a high-rise window.

Blessed Land opens...

Passage...

Fang Zheng was thinking along the way, why did the relic appear in Baifo temple? Was there an important connection between Baifo temple and Blessed Land?

What was the connection between the destruction of Basuko truth temple and Baifo temple, the ghosts in the shrine?

It seemed that Long Potian, the holy monk of Basuko truth temple, was no ordinary person and had been hiding so deep in front of him. Now this Long Potian, is he dead or alive?

It seems that the appearance of another holy monk, Long Poshu, was not only for the opening of Blessed Land, but also for Long Potian.

Thinking of Long Potian's uncertain life and death, Fang Zheng, who was so focused on it, suddenly came up with a very daring guess...

Basuko truth temple's monks, one after another mysteriously disappeared and died, why only Long Po tian survived? According to Long Potian, it should have been his turn to die that night, but the sudden appearance of a man and a woman in the film crew prevented the disaster for long po tian.

Could it really be that the real Long Potian had already died like those monks? What he saw that night was not necessarily the real Long Potian?

Sometimes seeing is not necessarily true.

Fang Zheng was a little upset. The shrine, the Old Mo Buddha, the stone coffin that the army had yet to find, the Basuko truth temple that had been destroyed, and the equally restless Baifo temple... Everything was getting more and more complicated, and Fang Zheng was immersed in the thought. When he was about to hide the silver knife back in the umbrella cloth as a disguise, suddenly, Fang Zheng noticed a detail.

Someone came to his room!

Because he was hanging on the umbrella rack, the black umbrella used to hide the silver element knife had been moved. When he left, the handle was facing in, but now the handle is facing out.

However, the other party learned to be smart this time, hiding very well, everything returned to its original position, and nothing was lost in the room. If it weren't for Fang Zheng's obsessive compulsive disorder and the fact that the handle of the umbrella was pointing at this small detail, it wouldn't have been possible to detect anything unusual.

At this point, Fang Zheng was finally convinced of one thing!

The crew is being watched!

Or, in the worst case scenario, he was targeted!

Some people have been trying to find something, even risking their lives to come back and look for it again!

The only good thing was that, out of careful consideration, Fang Zheng kept the costume outside and did not bring it back to the hotel to prevent the crew from accidentally seeing it.

Of course, Fang Zheng was not naive enough to think that there was a cleaner cleaning the room.

Which hotel has a brain twitch and cleans the guest room during the night off? Especially in the dead of night, in the middle of the night?

It seems that the hotel room is not safe anymore.

Fang Zheng was not surprised at all. The next night, without a word, Fang Zheng spent the whole night in his room practicing.

The more pure qi accumulated in his lower dantian, the thicker and thicker it became. The yang fire on his shoulder became more and more condensed, and the proportion of the innate purple qi in the yang fire became more and more. Fang Zheng had a premonition that what was being nurtured in the yang fire was likely to hatch soon.

At that time, it was time for him to reach the peak of the early stage of the night tour envoy and step into the middle stage of the night tour envoy.

The night passed peacefully. The next morning, while the crew was having breakfast, the hotel manager rushed to the crew.

The thief from the hotel staff had been found by the police.

But what was found was not a living person, but a corpse.

It was a dead man found by the neighboring provincial police station. After checking the wanted information, he transferred the body and information to the provincial police station. Just now, the police station called to inform the hotel manager, so there was a scene in front of him, and the hotel manager immediately came to personally inform the crew.

"What's dead?"

The crew couldn't believe their ears. A big living man, he died just like that?

Although everyone hated the thief very much, they didn't hate the thief to death. After breakfast, the atmosphere became silent.

"Did you say how he died?"

The guide's translator said that the police wouldn't allow the body to be seen, nor would they disclose any more details. The hotel manager didn't know how the thief died."

Everyone began to discuss one thing after another.

"This place is getting more and more unlucky. Let's finish filming and leave early."

"No, but the situation is that we can't even shoot a scene if we want to. It's a mess outside. Did you see the news last night? There were a lot of people fighting and looting the shops. I heard that several people died last night."

Panic spread throughout the set, and even the director and several deputy directors looked a little down.

The thief died?

Hearing the news, Fang Zheng's brows inadvertently furrowed. It seemed that the thief deliberately stole the property, but it was only a cover to hide his real purpose.

Moreover, as soon as a person steals something and then dies, he becomes even more confident that there is no money in this place.

Looks like someone's killing someone.

Trying to hide something.

For example, Apai's death, and the lost buddhist plaque on Apai's neck... Hiding the truth.

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