"What should we do next?" Meng Cheng covered the pot with a handful of lid, and was not upset.

Qi Lang shook his head, saying that he didn't know either.

"Now we can only wait. If the crows outside don't leave, we can't go out. We can hold on for three days without eating or drinking, but I'm afraid this is not that simple." Qi Lang replied while rummaging through the cabinets and looking for something that could help.

"You can also look for it and see if there is anything to use, so we are ready."

After hearing this, Meng Cheng opened the wooden box that was originally placed under the hot soup in the pot.

As soon as the wooden box opened, a stinking smell rose from the sky.

"This is tightly closed and tight enough, without a trace."

I saw two long-decayed corpses in the wooden box, which looked very disgusting, but Meng Cheng didn't take it seriously and was about to start searching for the clothes of the corpse.

"Don't be so good at it, be careful." Qi Lang also saw this situation and even smelled the stench.

As he said that, he threw the linen that was found from the old house to Meng Cheng: "Put it on, if this thing has corpse poison or something."

Meng Cheng took the linen and wrapped it in his hand silently. He was also full of ghosts and monsters, and corpse poison and other things were not bad.

With a single hand, Meng Cheng touched a stiff object. Depending on the size, it did not look like a human skeleton, but it felt a square feeling.

Meng Cheng immediately took out the object. It was an iron box, but it was soaked and smelled a little.

"Come here and take a look, I took out a box from it." Meng Cheng said immediately.

Qi Lang was also stunned for a moment: "So quickly, I just started."

Meng Cheng said "yes", picked up a piece of linen and wiped the iron box clean. He looked around and found that there was no lock, only one button.

"Pu"

He easily opened the box, and it was a suitable wooden box inlaid. The wooden box was just like before, but it was buttoned and not locked.

After opening the wooden box, there was another leather bag inside. This leather bag looked a bit old. With this rough manufacturing technology and retro style, it was obviously not a modern product.

After Meng Cheng took out his leather bag, he threw the iron box inlaid with the wooden box back into the wooden box and covered the wooden box, which reduced the odor.

"It's like a thousand-layer cake. Open it and see what's inside."

Meng Cheng opened the bag and there was another piece of oil paper inside. Even Meng Cheng was speechless now. This thing was really a thousand-layer cake.

Finally, I opened the oil paper and revealed my true face. It was an ancient book.

The cover of the ancient book is just a ball of ghostly painting talismans that I can't understand. I read it casually. Except for the first three words, there is a blank space behind it.

The first three ancient books describe a ghost that was sacrificed and worshipped by humans and became stronger day by day. Later, a great monk passed by here and found that the evil ghost was in chaos. He then passed away as a formation to seal the ghosts. Later, people thanked their kindness to build a temple for this great monk, and made a golden body for this great monk to become a Buddha.

And this ancient book has come here, and it ends abruptly later, without any description.

"The ghost inside should be the evil god who was suppressed in the dry well. But I have a problem. It's not that there is a temple here, why is there no temple, but a village." Qi Lang was a little confused.

"There is only one possibility, that is, time has changed. This place was originally a temple to suppress ghosts, but later it declined and someone moved in, which turned into a Fenghu Village." Meng Cheng said speculatively.

"It's just that even if we know the causes and consequences, we can't complete the main task 2." Qi Lang was a little helpless.

"No, there are still some. Look at this paragraph, when a great monk uses his body as a formation, and then he then shaped a golden body for a great monk to become a Buddha. Isn't this a contradiction?" Meng Cheng pointed to the two paragraphs in the ancient book and said.

"Inconsistency? No." Qi Lang didn't see the contradiction between the two at all. He knew that he was probably using himself as the array eye or something, and he also knew that he was shaping a golden body. It was just a clay statue, and there should be no connection between the two.

"After shaping a golden body to become a Buddha, then a high probability will be a physical Buddha. The physical Buddha is put into a jar after the monk passed away and added lime, spices and other things to disinfect and sterilize. After taking it out after three years, if the physical body rots, it will not become a Buddha. If the physical body does not rot, it will be sculpted and worshipped by people. The final pointing out that becoming a Buddha means that this great monk was made into a physical Buddha. Then there is another doubt that since this great monk uses his body as a formation, how can he be made into a physical Buddha? The key is this."

Meng Cheng said a lot, and Qi Lang finally understood the contradiction.

The creation of the flesh-body Buddha takes three years, and this great monk uses his body as a formation, which means that the great monk must not move at will. Even if he can move at will, how did the three years of blank space be spent?

Could it be that it can still be used as the array eye during the process of being made?

There are several most important questions, that is, why did people at that time make this great monk into a flesh-body Buddha? Is this the meaning? Have they considered the consequences of the failure of creation? Or are they 100% sure that the corpse of this great monk can become a flesh-body Buddha.

Qi Lang suddenly looked up suddenly: "Have you ever thought about the possibility that the sealed ghost has an unknown relationship with the great monk?"

"From the direction of conspiracy theory?" Meng Cheng had never thought about this.

"No, it's the worst plan." Qi Lang corrected Meng Cheng's words.

This made them gasp and they thought of a terrible question.

That is where the golden body left by the great monk who was portrayed as a physical Buddha.

This can't disappear out of thin air. If this golden body is missing, then what is the one who suppresses the evil god now?

How to suppress that evil god?

Of course, it was Zhao Wugui, and Zhao Wugui stood in Fenghu Village, and the evil god and ghost didn't dare to move. As for the golden body of the great monk, Zhao Wugui had an impression.

Just at the village chief’s house, it was a bit unlucky that it was cut very evenly by Zhao Wugui’s Taiyi lightsaber, which can be said to be a perfect proportion.

Zhao Wugui was also a little embarrassed about this matter. After all, he lost the other person's pass-through props. So, Zhao Wugui, who had been paying attention to the two, was squatting on the ground and trying to see if he could glue the golden body back with 502 glue. However, from Zhao Wugui's frown, this matter was a bit troublesome.
Chapter completed!