80th bowl of soup (8)

"Oh, you said you want to ferry me?"

Accompanied by this sweet voice are the peach petals falling like blood.

This peach blossom forest is famous far and wide. Everyone said that there were evil spirits in it. Some young guys were curious to come and have a look, but they never went back.

The peach blossom here is also different from other places, the peach blossom here is bright red.

The one who was talking at this time was a woman lying on the peach tree. She looked lazily like a smile instead of a smile, a bright red dress seemed to blend with the peach blossoms, showing only a pair of snow-white slender legs, her toenails dyed with the same charming red, and her black hair scattered under her body and drifting in the wind. She could faintly see her plump breast milk and snow-smooth skin from the wide collar. At the moment she was looking at the young monk under the tree. "What if you asked me to have this dream, the ending is still the same."

The monk Feng is handsome, kind eyebrows and good-eyed, with a pair of black eyes that are compassionate and compassionate. He puts his hands together at this moment: "The donor stays here, but the past thousands of years ago will never come back."

The woman smiled and took a sip from the wine gourd beside her. She looked very chic, but turned a deaf ear to the monk's words. "What if you come back, what if you don't come back. There are countless souls in this world waiting for you to save, but you have to cross me here, how can you cross me."

The monk sat cross-legged under the tree, his handsome eyes closed slightly: "The poor monk passes by here, and when he encounters a donor, he has to cross the donor before he can leave."

Qing Huan felt that this man was really a dead brain. A few days ago, she had just eaten a few people who broke in unconsciously. Seeing the guy she was still trying to molest, the monk broke in for some reason. She was not confused by her illusion, and she said without embarrassment that she wanted to cross her. She thought he had something, but who knew he made her a bowl of tea. After she drank it, she had a dream.

What was the difference between that dream and what she had experienced before she was alive, she was still dead, and she was still thrown into the icy cold pool by those ignorant humans.

How could she be such a good ghost.

"Monk, say, if I ask you to cross, what good will it do?"

The monk's voice was calm: "Looking back is the shore, you can become a Buddha by putting down the butcher knife."

Qing Huan laughed loudly: "Bad people put down their butcher swords and become Buddhas on the ground, but good people have difficulties in order to achieve proper results. Look at you and then at me. Why is this?"

The monk was unmoved, only glanced at her, and did not argue with her. He is not good at talking. He was often abducted by her a few days ago, and slowly got used to not following her words. Seeing that he didn't speak, Qing Huan looked to the sky boredly: "What's wrong with me here, I won't go out to harm others."

The monk silently looked at the wrecked human bones under the surrounding peach trees.

Qing Huan is not guilty at all, and is confident: "They broke in by themselves. The stone tablet outside the peach grove says that the trespasser died. If they don't believe it, what can I do."

"You ate them."

"I'm hungry." She took it for granted. "If you don't eat for hundreds of years, you will be hungry. What's more..." Her black eyes suddenly turned blood red, and her red lips were bright, seeming to be aftertaste, "The taste of human flesh... is so good. what."

With that said, she looked at the monk with longing eyes. The skin and tender flesh looked delicious. "If you agree to let me eat you, I will let you cross me. In ancient times, Buddhas cut meat to feed eagles, and today there is a monk who sacrificed your life and sacrificed your ghosts and spread it out. Isn't it beautiful?"

The monk calmly put down his hands and opened his eyes: "After eating the poor monk, the donor will be free. Is this true?"

Of course it is fake.

Feeling bored, Qing Huan put one leg down and shook it, and a string of silver bells tied to her ankle rang crisply. She lay on the tree and closed her eyes to rest. "Monk, you can't get through me, it's futile to spend more time here."

If the monk does not speak, he will not become a Buddha unless he crosses her.

Qing Huan lay down for a while, and a wolf howl came from a distance. She shook her feet, the bell rang, and a huge gray shadow appeared under the tree in the next second. She squatted to make her jump off the tree and land on her broad back, and then let out a low cry. Qing Huan reached out and rubbed the fluffy hair, and put her arms around Little Wolf's neck: "What a stubborn monk, Little Wolf, let's not play with him."

The little wolf cried again, rubbed her hand, and disappeared into the peach forest with her on his back.

Although she lives in this peach forest, she doesn't actually show up all the time. Most of the time, she sleeps on a peach tree at will, and she sleeps for a long time.

Many people say that this blood peach forest is haunted, and some people who know how to live and die have come in. Later, they all died. Qinghuan and the little wolf ate them. The taste of human flesh is so wonderful that it can make them stronger. But on weekdays, Qing Huan was too lazy to get away. She stayed quietly in this peach forest. Many monks and Taoists had come. Later, they all became a Chinese meal for her and Xiaolang.

This time the monk is different from the past. He is very strong, but also very gentle. He can directly restrain her, but he wants to transform her. Qinghuan refused to be overwhelmed, and he did not force it, so she sat under the peach tree and chanted all day long. Although Qinghuan had turned into an evil spirit for hundreds of years, she still liked listening to the Buddhist scriptures.

Although, the Buddha has long been unable to redeem her.

She was like that before she was alive. She was bullied and abused, and she was raged by Shen Tan. The people in the village quickly forgot her completely. They no longer remember that she was the fairy in their mouths, and they no longer remember that she was there. Born and raised here, they divided everything about her, but no one wanted to collect her body.

She lay in the cold bottom of the pool for a long time... a long time...

For a long time, the bones would turn into mud and sand. For a long time, she couldn't bear the pain. For a long time, her heart was filled with resentment towards the whole village.

Then she crawled out from the bottom of the pool.

Wet, dripping with water, step by step, one by one walked over, and one after another ate them, admiring the fear on the faces of the villagers, listening to their begging and crying. Lizheng knelt on the ground and kowtowed her head, but she still dug out his heart. She ate the whole village and ate hundreds of lively dug out hearts.

Then she stood in the middle of the village with dead bodies, and the moon rose into the air. She was bathed in moonlight, the mud and sand on her body gradually faded, the pool water gradually disappeared, her skirt turned bright red, and her eyes turned bright red.

On the night of the full moon, in the extremely gloomy place, the time and the place were favorable, and after eating so many hearts, she became extremely powerful.

The little wolf stayed beside her in the form of a soul. She sat on him and went to the town, found the home of Huang Yuan, and also ate them. She eats heart, coyotes eat meat, and they are growing up extremely quickly.

Then they returned to the village.

This belongs to her.

The village gradually began to disappear, every corpse sank into the ground, and then extremely bright and bright blood-colored peach blossoms bloomed on the corpse. She lived in this peach blossom forest, as if she had gone back to many years ago when she walked in the village. Those kind eyes received.

The village disappeared overnight. It was really strange, but everyone who entered did not come out. They all became food for her and the little wolf. Slowly, the rumors of the haunting of the peach grove are well known, Qinghuan Hungry for a long time, until the change of dynasty, she had more food.

Too many people want to play the idea of ​​this piece of Taolin. Whether it is geographical location or something else, this piece of land has its own special meaning, but Taolin is haunted, which makes many people timid and afraid to approach. .

There were a lot of monks and Taoists who were invited to exorcise ghosts, but Qinghuan had never seen a few true monks. Most of them were slanderous liars. In order to punish them, she dug out their hearts and ate them. .

I don't know that after hundreds of years, this monk appeared one day.

Qing Huan didn't know what the monk's name was, and what was her law name, just as the monk didn't know her name.

It was sunny and sunny that day. The monk walked in from the outside with his staff. Qinghuan saw him. He thought he was coming to collect her again, so he directly asked the little wolf to pick him up. She likes to eat raw meat, and her heart with the smell of blood is sweet and shocking.

But Xiaolang never returned, she knew that the person who came this time was not easy.

Unexpectedly, when the monk saw her, he released the little wolf. Hundreds of years later, the little wolf's spirit has been opened. Knowing that the monk in front of him is powerful and afraid to provoke him, he snuggled up beside Qing Huan and showed his teeth to demonstrate.

Qinghuan couldn't beat the monk. He looked young, but he had a profound manner. He didn't know which temple came from. The first sentence when he saw her, he said he wanted to ferry her.

It was here that I saw ghosts soaring to the sky, and there were evil spirits wandering around. The monks were compassionate and wanted to cross the evil spirits and reincarnate.

Qing Huan refused without even thinking about it.

She likes this peach forest and does not want to reincarnate.

She didn't want to be separated from the little wolf.

The monk sighed, said she was idiot, and sat under the tree with his own hands to make tea for her.

The fragrance of the tea is the same as the strange fragrance on her body in this peach forest.

Qinghuan drank the tea and had the previous dream.

In her dream, she did not do any behavior linked to the two sons of the "prostitute". Except for force majeure, she was completely worthy of anyone and worthy of the reputation of the entire village, but the villagers still wanted to put her to death, as if she was alive. It polluted their air and tarnished the reputation of their entire village.

She has no memory in the dream, she just subconsciously refuses and then refuses, avoids and avoids, so hardly refuses to leave, as long as she lives in the village, she thinks that this time will have different results, but in the end, they still want to kill Die her.

It was still that cold pool, that piece of silt, which wrapped and separated her flesh and blood, condensed her resentment, and catalyzed her into a ghost.