Abbot Jikong heard what Gumandong said, and Mo Jinyan testified on the side. In addition, the injuries on the two of them could prove that the saying of Ten Thousand Bones Sky pit was not a joke, but was indeed true.

"The two donors don't know if they can take me to see it. After all, this temple is a quiet place. Suddenly, such a place appeared in the back mountain, and so many lives were buried here. It is a heinous sin. If you cannot see it with your own eyes, you really dare not disturb the government at will. I hope the two donors will forgive you."

"What the abbot said is reasonable, let's go there." Mo Jinyan responded. He was still scared of what happened before, but in order to solve the matter faster, he was willing to go there.

"Let's go, I'll go together. In addition, please ask the abbot to call a few more little masters to go together. There are more people and safer." Gumandong said quickly. The resentment in the Wangu Tiankeng was too heavy, and it was really not suitable for a few people to go there. More people have more yang energy and can suppress one or two.

What's more, she can see the specific situation clearly, and appropriate advice can also avoid unnecessary trouble.

"Donor Gu, your injury is inconvenient to move around, or"

"Master Abbot, I insist on going no matter what, because that place is different from other places, and having me here can reduce some trouble. If you don't believe me, please ask Mo Jinyan if this is the case."

Abbot Jikong hesitated a little, but still looked at Mo Jinyan.

Mo Jinyan pursed his lips and looked at Gumandong. Seeing her persistence, and thinking about the strange situation she encountered at that time, he couldn't help but be a little biased towards Gumandong. Although he didn't understand, he would at least be prepared for any trouble.

"I'm sorry to ask the abbot to get a simple mountain climbing and carry a sedan chair, so that it won't affect her going together."

"This is OK."

Abbot Jikong finally agreed to Gumandong's accompanying him. This was something that was prepared for the White Horse Temple. It was not troublesome to find it. Two monks carried Gumandong. Mo Jinyan led the way to the place where Wangutiankeng was located.

After turning around, everyone entered a remote path in the back mountain, they indeed saw the Wangu Tiankeng mentioned by the two of them. The thick white bones seemed so cold in the sun, and it was creepy across the distance.

The sinkhole with a diameter of 100 meters is in depth, and it is so spectacular and terrible when standing in the distance.

"Amitabha, sins." Abbot Jikong chanted the Buddha's words, plucked the rosary in his hand, chanting the scriptures, and the monks following him also chanted the words with the abbot.

Gu Mandong, who was sitting in the sedan chair, looked at the black air in the sky and felt that the resentment was even more terrifying than before. After Abbot Jikong and his friends began to recite the scriptures, the black air that was originally stirring slowly began to roll, gradually condensed into a huge skeleton face, floating in the sky with a struggle and roaring look on his face.

With a crisp crackling sound, the branches of a fallen pine tree that was close to the pit suddenly broke and fell into the pit.

Others thought that it was because of the previous reason that the branches fell down at this time, but they didn't know that the originally neat branches were actually deeply broken by a sharp claw condensed by a black gas that they could not see.

This is a sign that the wronged soul is about to riot.

Chanting scriptures cannot soothe these unjust souls, but instead makes them violent.

If this trend continues, the people here may be in danger.

"Abbot, Jikong, please let everyone leave here quickly, hurry up." Gumandong shouted, his face full of anxiety.

Having seen Gumandong's actions before, Mo Jinyan was the first to understand them. He realized that it was a dangerous sign, and immediately pulled him down the mountain regardless of the wishes of the abbot.

"Master Abbot, please forgive me for being rude. After seeing the place, it should report to the government as soon as possible to avoid another incident." Mo Jinyan lowered his voice to comfort Jikong, and then ran and shouted: "Everyone should leave here quickly, there is danger."

Mo Jinyan's actions stunned the monks of White Horse Temple. Seeing the abbot being taken away, he just hesitated slightly, lifted Gumandong's sedan chair and left a little distance first.

Everyone had just walked more than twenty meters away when there was another rumbling sound, but they saw that the position where everyone was standing before collapsed instantly, which made the 100-meter-diameter Wanbian Skypit expand a little more.

Everyone gasped and betted all their eyes on Gumandong. After all, she was the first person to warn him just now.

"I was just a natural subtle sense of danger, otherwise Mo Jinyan and I would have fallen down and become one of those dead bones." Gu Mandong smiled embarrassedly in front of everyone's eyes and explained it with a slightly far-fetched explanation. He really couldn't say that he could see ghosts, but it was a wronged soul.

"Oh my God, abbot, look, where are there corpses, fresh corpses." The edge of the newly collapsed tunnel was not as good as the previous deep pit that fell straight, but it only fell several meters deep, rolling out the corpses buried in the soil.

There were at least seven or eight corpses, both men, women, young and old. Among them, there were even fresh corpses that had just died for a few days. The clothes were still bright and the face was clearly visible. Everyone died with their eyes open with their eyes open. The despair, horror and resentment in their eyes were just staring at them. The cowardly person had already been so scared that his face was pale and his legs were weak.

Yuhuan, who insisted on following, fainted even more frightened and was supported by the monk and did not fall to the ground.

In another mud pit that was not far from the corpse, there were even white bones, and the pale bones were piled up in disorder. It was no longer clear that the corpses of the people were, and they were mixed together, which was terrifying.

Abbot Jikong was chanting Buddha's words, without any extra words. He sent someone to guard the trail at the foot of the mountain, not allowing idle people to wait for it. He immediately sent someone to report to the Jingyang County Government and let the officials come to deal with the matter.

The people sent in the afternoon brought back the yamen runners from the county yamen in Jingyang County until the next day. However, there were not many yamen runners coming, and only three of them joined with a coroner.

The leading yamen runner is a captain, claiming to be Yang Butuo, a man in his early forties, big and thick, and looks very imposing.

"Master Abbot, when I received a report from the young master of Guishi, I rushed to the scene immediately. After all, what the young master said was really incredible. Only four of us came, please don't be surprised."

"Don't dare. Donor Yang and others should take a break or go to the place where the Ten Thousand Bones Celestial Pit?" Although Abbot Jikong was a little disappointed that there were so few people sent by the government, he thought about it. If it weren't for what he saw with his own eyes, he would probably only regard what Gumandong and the others said before as a joke. It would be reasonable to think about it like this.
Chapter completed!