The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

At this moment, the pool of blood on the ground has dried up, revealing a dark red mark.

The room was filled with strange decorations, which looked even more eerie and terrifying under the dim and flickering candlelight.

But Lin Mo did not show the slightest fear in his heart.

He sat cross-legged in the Buddhist temple, waiting quietly.

Waiting for the upcoming bloody massacre!

……

Kyoto City.

Chang'an Street.

In a mansion made of red bricks and white tiles, pavilions and towers are arranged in an orderly manner, with carved beams and painted rafters, showing the luxury.

Rockeries and ponds are dotted around, and the flowers, plants and trees are lush and green, with fragrance all year round.

In the corridor of the courtyard, a man in a Zhongshan suit was walking hurriedly.

He held a small bamboo tube tightly in his hand and walked outside a reception room.

"Report, there is a secret report!"

His voice sounded outside the door, with a hint of urgency, instantly interrupting the conversation between the two people in the room.

inside the house.

The pot-bellied Commissioner Zhao was sitting opposite the eldest son, chatting animatedly.

Hearing the voice, Commissioner Zhao frowned slightly.

"Come in."

The man in the Zhongshan suit then pushed the door open cautiously and respectfully handed the bamboo tube in his hand to the other party with both hands.

His eyes were full of awe and he dared not slack off in the slightest.

Commissioner Zhao took the bamboo tube, gently pulled out the note inside, and quickly scanned the contents on the note.

A satisfied smile suddenly appeared on his originally calm face.

"What's wrong? Uncle Zhao, is there any good news?"

The eldest son at the side saw his expression, his heart filled with curiosity, and couldn't help but ask.

"Yes."

After Commissioner Zhao waved his hand to dismiss his men, he leaned forward slightly and said to him in a low voice, "The man you asked Feng Ji to recruit earlier is dead."

"An expert can tell the truth with just one move. He is indeed a feared sorcerer in the Nanyang area. He is very efficient!"

The eldest son gave a thumbs up and praised, his eyes full of admiration.

"of course!"

Commissioner Zhao had a proud expression on his face, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smug smile, "Letting Master Banren take action against such a small character is like using a sledgehammer to kill a chicken. I had expected this result a long time ago, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon."

"In addition, the master wants to invite me to Guangji Buddhist Temple. He said that he learned some things about the Su family from that person, which may be useful to me."

"Okay, then Uncle Zhao, you go first. We can talk about today's matter next time."

The eldest son stood up and said with a smile.

"Alright."

Commissioner Zhao nodded, stood up, straightened his clothes, and then walked out of the reception room with steady steps.

His heart was filled with anticipation and curiosity.

……

Inside the Buddhist temple, the lingering smoke from the incense was drifting away, but it could not hide the increasingly cold and depressing feeling.

Lin Mo sat upright like a pine tree, with a restrained aura around him, like a stone Buddha that had merged into the darkness.

Suddenly, his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened as if by lightning, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Outside the courtyard, I heard the roar of a car coming from far away.

Immediately afterwards, two black cars stopped steadily outside the Buddhist temple.

The car door slowly opened, and a group of people came out one after another, led by the pot-bellied Commissioner Zhao.

When he looked up at the gloomy Buddhist temple, he felt a chill in his heart and goose bumps appeared on his body.

If he had not wanted to recruit Master Banren as his subordinate, he would never have condescended to make the trip in person.

However, now that he was here, he could only bite the bullet and suppress the fear in his heart, waving his hand and saying, "Go in!"

Upon hearing this, an attendant bravely stepped forward cautiously and stretched out his hand to knock on the door of the Buddhist temple.

But before he could knock on the door, the door creaked and slowly opened from the inside.

The follower was a little confused and looked at Commissioner Zhao involuntarily.

When Commissioner Zhao saw this, his eyes lit up and he secretly admired it in his heart.

"As expected of a master, the door opened before I even knocked on it. This is something that not everyone can do!"

Thinking of this, he quickly tidied up his appearance, stepped forward and said loudly: "Master, Zhao is here."

"Enter."

A voice came from inside.

Commissioner Zhao did not doubt him, took a deep breath, and walked into the Buddhist hall.

But as soon as I stepped inside, a pungent smell of blood rushed into my nose involuntarily.

The Buddhist hall was pitch black, with one not being able to see one's hand in front of one's face. Only the sickening smell of blood filled the air.

An attendant groped his way towards the shrine, trying to light the candle inside.

But after he took a few steps, he suddenly felt something sticky under his feet.

His heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but take a half step back, but his foot slipped and he fell heavily.

He hurriedly got up from the ground, groped around on the ground with his hands, and touched a piece of clothing.

The clothes felt damp to the touch.

The follower felt something was wrong, so he carefully put his hand to his nose and sniffed it, and was immediately startled.

"Blood! It's blood!"

"Commissioner, be careful!"

The follower immediately realized that something was wrong and shouted a warning at the top of his voice.

"what?"

Commissioner Zhao thought he had heard it wrong and looked at his entourage in confusion.

At this time, someone finally lit the candles on the shrine.

The dim light was as small as a bean, swaying in the darkness, as if it would go out at any time.

But this faint light illuminates the room.

When everyone looked closely, they were stunned by the scene before them.

In the center of the Buddhist hall, there was a shocking pool of blood, which had already dried up.

Next to the bloodstains, there was a yellowed skull.

The empty eye sockets seemed to be staring at everyone, emitting a chilling aura.

"How is this going?!"

Everyone was stunned. You looked at me, I looked at you, our eyes full of fear and confusion.

Only Commissioner Zhao felt a shock in his heart, a chill like an icicle piercing from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

He recognized the clothes next to the bloodstain as the robe that Master Banren wore when performing rituals.

When the two met for the first time, Master Banren wore this robe to cast spells when he demonstrated his miraculous powers.

But now, this robe appeared next to the bloodstain, what does this mean?

Could it be that the master Banren, who was so powerful in Southeast Asia, had met with an accident?

How terrifying would it be if there was an opponent that even Master Banren couldn't defeat?

In an instant, Commissioner Zhao's heart was filled with alarm.

"go!"

He roared and rushed towards the door frantically.

Just then, a gust of cold wind blew without warning.

With a loud bang, the door of the Buddhist hall seemed to be slammed shut by an invisible hand, causing the door frame to tremble slightly.

At the same time, the flickering candle was instantly blown out by the cold wind.

The Buddhist temple fell into darkness again.

This sudden movement scared everyone.

They also realized that something was wrong and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in their hearts.

But before they could react, a red line suddenly jumped out from the darkness like a ghost!