Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 395
dead.

The two looked at each other and walked quickly to the source of the sound.

The desolate and high-pitched suona sound touched people's hearts, and discomfort arose.

The village was very quiet, and the barking of the dogs seemed to have stopped.This silence is even more uncomfortable.

The bright sun doesn't seem to shine through here.

When I arrived at the place, I saw that it was a small courtyard.A pitch-black coffin was parked in the yard with the wooden gate.

Many people lined up and stood in the yard.

But it was very quiet, not even crying.

There is a coffin in the yard.

Really dead.

"Amitabha." The monk walked into the yard.

Everyone glanced at the monk, then turned back silently.The indifference and numbness in the eyes pulled the gap between reality.

Fuchen stood on the monk's head and watched.I'm a little excited.

Dead people, there are ghosts.

After looking for the ghost all night, her mind has been twisted into a knot, and she is dazed.

I just feel: You must see ghosts and confront them head-on, so that you will not be afraid of ghosts or anything.

Fight ghosts at night!

Fu Chen beamed with joy.

The village chief rushed over, pretended not to see the monk, and offered a stick of incense to the deceased. When he turned around, he noticed a plant of grass on the monk's shoulder.

The terrain here is biased, and the Four Seas Foxin Temple may have been heard of, but the "sacred monk" has not been carefully mentioned, and the "grass spirit" is even more unheard of.

The village head talked with the monk out of a prudent habit, "Why did the little master come here?"

The monk saluted with one hand, even though the person wanted to kill him before, "The poor monk wants to save the dead."

"Oh." After asking, the village chief lost interest in asking again, looked up at the grass and left.

The monk walked over and stared at the coffin.

The coffin has been closed, and there is only one opening showing the dead face.The coffin made of thin wooden boards was very simple, and it was simply painted with no other tricks.

Two benches hold the coffin, and there is only one brazier directly in front of it.

Floating Chen pretended to be blown down by the wind and fell to the ground, quietly hiding under the coffin.

The monk came forward to say hello to the owner of the house and explained his purpose.

The owner is an old woman in her 60s and [-]s, with a dull face, and the sadness has solidified on her face, turning into indifference to life.The woman did not open her mouth to what the monk said, neither supporting nor opposing.

The monk asked the name, date of birth, travel time, siblings and children.

The villagers next to him answered for the woman.

The monk was about to chant sutras, and glanced at the floating dust.

Xiaocao was climbing onto the coffin along the wooden bench, and slipped inside while no one was paying attention.

Withdrawing his gaze, the monk sat down cross-legged and recited the Ksitigarbha Sutra for the deceased.

The grass in the coffin jumped onto the white cloth, bounced a few times, lifted the white cloth with a bang, and waved the leaves to prepare for beating.The line of sight is glued.

The same face as yesterday.

The face that lay in the coffin and died again in the coffin now.

Skinny and out of shape.The sunken eye sockets seemed to have lost their eyeballs.Blue and black blood vessels can be seen on the white lips.

ghost.

ghost.

Hell!

The string in Fu Chen's mind was broken, the visual impact was too great, and he subconsciously defended himself, the two leaves unconsciously turned into vines, and punched and kicked recklessly.

"Click." The bench leg broke, causing a loud noise.

Everyone's mind was shocked at the same time.

"Bang!" The coffin fell to the ground, the coffin board shook, jumped up in the air, hit the coffin, and fell to the ground.

"Corpse bombing!" Everyone screamed and left, leaving nothing but panic and dirt in the yard.

The woman stood where she was, her eyes were frightened, but she didn't dare to move.

"Beat, beating, beating!" There were shrieks of cursing from inside the coffin.

The monk got up calmly, stood beside the coffin and looked at the grass lightly, warning the floating dust.

The skinny corpse in the coffin with black eyes and black mist was not surprising.

This place is pretty much the result.

The monk lifted the coffin with one hand, and clamped the bench vertically to the coffin with the other.All the four corners of the coffin were stuck in one place, and he said "Amitabha" to the deceased, re-covered the face of the deceased, threw the grass out of the coffin, and closed the wooden boards.

"Master, you don't need to close it. Let's dry it." The old man who came back from outside the fence said to the monk.

Weird words.

The monk didn't ask any more questions.Close the bow and continue to read your scriptures.

The floating dust lying on the ground stood still for a long time, and my mind slowly soothed and felt comfortable.

Ghost, so it looks like this.

Skeleton face, gloomy eyes, gloomy breath coming like hell.

"Hehehe." Fuchen laughed.Clap and laugh.

The dust vibrates in a small area.

The person who had come back and was lying outside the fence to watch the scene was terrified, and ran away screaming.

The woman stared at the grass on the ground, panic engraved in her eyes.

The monk read three volumes of scriptures, then went around the coffin three more volumes clockwise, and three volumes counterclockwise. After he finished Namaste, he bowed to the woman.

For a long time, the monk kept chanting sutras, the floating dust kept giggling wildly on the ground, and the woman stood there blankly staring at the laughing grass, like a log.

When the monk finished reading, he picked up the grass on the ground and put it on his shoulders, and bowed to the woman.

The woman finally moved.She went back to the room and carried a pile of firewood, went back and forth four times, and finally lit the fire starter with a torch.

The fire wrapped the coffin, and crackling sounded from time to time.

"Bang." The coffin was burned through.

A black shadow fell, hitting the center of the fire, and being burned by the flames.

cremation.

This place is offering sacrifices to the dead, or in other words, the dead who have been taken care of by ghosts and gods.

The monk stared blankly at the body of a person taken away by the fire, unable to say anything.

The world pays attention to burial.

The body is the best habitat for the soul.

After the body is destroyed by fire, the earth soul has nowhere to go.In this life, there will really be nothing to rely on in this world.The cause and effect of this life cannot be good.

The monk lowered his eyebrows.

When the fire was almost over, I chanted the Buddha's name and left the yard.

The white monk's robes looked desolate and lonely in the crowd in the sunlight and in the small courtyard.

Fuchen felt the monk's emotion, but couldn't understand it.Ask softly, "What's wrong with you?"

Why are you unhappy?
Who upset you?

The monk shook his head and murmured, "This is the world. Some things are helpless and sad."

Floating Chen waved the two blades, not understanding.

The monk always thinks more than she does.

The two stayed for three days in a wooden house on a forest farm near the village.

There were suona sounds every day for three days.Then came the black smoke.

The monk stood on the mountain watching, and every time the suona was played, he raised his head and chanted scriptures in the direction of the suona.

On the tenth day, the monk appeared in the village.

A new voice appeared in the small village, "Why is there nothing wrong with the Liu residence?"

When everyone thinks about it, it makes sense.

These days, there are casualties in almost every household.But the Liu family is fine.

Also in Haimen Village, it doesn't make sense that Liu's residence is fine.

"Also, have you seen that Miss Liu? She was obviously thin and weak before, and she would collapse in the wind, but now her skin is fair and her face is rosy."

"Yes, yes. It's true when you say it."

"You said... could it be a demon? The demon came to suck human energy to nourish the essence and change life?"

Public opinion is like a big hand, pushing everyone in an unknown direction.

(End of this chapter)