80th bowl of soup (9)

After she woke up, the monk said that she was obsessed.

But how do you eliminate it? Her parents witnessed her death twice, and she trusted her favorite villagers to sink her into the pond twice. Her love for this world and this village was wiped out. How can she get rid of her obsession?

Everyone said that the reason why she was caught by Shen Tan during her lifetime was because of her misbehavior and adultery. But she didn't have her in the dream, and they still wanted to kill her. Why?

Has there ever been fairness in this world?

So she turned into a ghost now, and she didn't regret it in her heart.

The monk insists on ferrying her. Is it better to be a man than a ghost?

As long as people outside don't want to come in, she won't take the initiative to eat people. Isn't that enough?

Qinghuan and Xiaolang snuggle together. There is a cold pool in the middle of Taolin. This is where she was sunk during her lifetime. Her bones are still lying on the bottom of the pool, accompanied by mud and sand. Hundreds of years ago, what climbed up from the bottom of the pool was a pool of rotten meat. Even if it turned into a beautiful appearance and a moving fragrance, it could not change the smell of death and decay.

Yes, she still wears a strange fragrance, but this fragrance contains the decadent smell of death. So he called it out, wrapped the corpse around the bones.

The little wolf touched her arm affectionately, and Qinghuan hugged its furry head and kissed it. It has been with her all these years and will never leave her. You see how terrible, beasts are more affectionate than humans. It took her a long time to figure this out-and it was too late.

On the second day, the monk made tea under the tree again. No matter how simple the illusion is, his actions looked very pleasing to the eye. Qinghuan still lay on the tree and watched him. She couldn’t drive this person away, nor would this person kill her. There is a strange sense of harmony between people. The little wolf was lying under the tree and wagging his tail, the smell of tea filled his nose.

"Would you like to drink?"

Qing Huan said: "Drink your tea and have a dream. I don't want to do it again. It's enough to die once. You made me die again. Do you want to come again now?"

The monk chuckled. He always had a gentle face on weekdays. Such a smiling smile is really rare. He has been in this peach forest for six or seven years, because he did not force her to nod her to drink tea, but It took a lot of time. She had this dream for two years, and she was really afraid of his tea. "You won't dream of drinking tea this time, the poor monk promises you."

"You won't coax me?"

"The monks don't slander."

Qinghuan then Shi Shiran floated down the tree and took a sip from the tea bowl. Xindao, the monk was holding a donkey when he came, and there was a bulging package on the back of the donkey. She thought at the time that this person would not be here for a walk, who knows that all tea sets are in it. To be exquisite, it is not exquisite, and the tea is not necessarily expensive. It is just that the brewed tea has more emotions and various tastes in life. When you drink it, different people can taste different tastes.

For seven years, he hadn't eaten, and coupled with such a deep practice, Qing Huan didn't dare to test the monk's abilities too much. She didn't know where this person came from. She couldn't feel how strong his power was, nor could she spy on the other's thoughts and thoughts. In this case, there was only one possibility, he was much stronger than her.

But the monk had never done anything rude to her, and Qing Huan didn't care much. She even thought it would be nice to have another companion, and the little wolf can also play with someone. I just don't know if the monk is willing to stay, there is nothing in the peach grove.

After drinking tea, he heard footsteps, and the little wolf immediately stood up, and Qing Huan's eyes lit up. The monk looked at them almost nonchalantly, knowing what they were thinking, nothing more than - there was something to eat again.

But if he is there, they won't let them eat people, not to mention that the peach trees in the peach grove are constantly changing, and there is no way to get in. Therefore, he is not very worried, and still makes tea.

However, this time the visitor was beyond their expectation. It was a few monks who looked very old, with white beards and eyebrows. The first thing to see a monk was to kneel and bow with hands together: "I have seen Master."

Master?

Qing Huan looked at the monk, and the monk narrowed his eyes slightly. He seemed to be unable to remember. The old monks glanced at each other and asked cautiously: "Master, don't you remember anything?"

One of them took out a string of Buddhist beads that had been severely worn out from his arms and held them in his hands: "This is the Buddhist beads that the master took with him when he was alive. It was originally buried in Leiyin Temple with the relics made by the master. For some reason, the Buddha beads suddenly appeared on the counter table enshrined in the temple. I was ordered by the abbots of the past to carry the Buddha beads all over the world to look for the soul of the master, and now I can meet with the master.

Only when Qing Huan came here did he understand why the monk could not eat for so long, and why he was so powerful and unfathomable. Because he is also not a living person, just like her is a ghost. From the words of the old monks, it can be found that he should have been a high monk before his death, and he still couldn't let go of this world after he died, turning into a soul body to cross the evil spirit and reincarnate in the sea of ​​suffering.

"Master died for the people in rock chaos. The world is deeply impressed by Master’s kindness, and successive abbots also ordered me to wait to travel around the world and cultivate hard to find people. Now I have found Master by following the induction of Buddha beads, and hope that Master will return to Leiyin Temple , Xiucheng Zhengguo."

He has long since cultivated a righteous fruit, but he can't let go of the lost and fallen soul at this time, so he still lingers.

Everywhere I said I wanted to ferry people, but forgot to ferry himself.

Qing Huan looked at the group of old monks in front of her, and only felt a little annoying. The little wolf was rubbing around her. She hid the moment the monks appeared, so the other party had never seen her. She doesn't like to see living people, especially those who can't eat.

Although they have eaten a lot of people in the past few hundred years, they are not good. These old monks can see that they have devoted all their lives to the Buddha. If she has eaten them, they will receive retribution. She also wants to stay in this peach forest. In the next few hundred years. It's just... God really cares for mankind very much. She has practiced for hundreds of years, and it's no match for the decades that these monks cultivated when they were alive. Evil spirits are evil spirits, and monks are all righteous ways, which is really sad.

She accidentally made a noise and was noticed by an old monk: "There is a ghost!"

Qing Huan was shocked, and quickly avoided a swift Buddha beads, and stopped behind the monk. He was so angry that he pointed at the nose of the old monk who hurt himself and complained: "Look at him, I didn't do anything. He wants to kill me!"

"Nicky barrier!" The old monk yelled angrily, "You cannibalize countless people. Today is when I am waiting to walk the way for the sky!"

They heard that Taolin was haunted, so they wanted to take a look. Unexpectedly, the closer they were to Taolin, the stronger the reaction of the Buddha beads, and when they came in, they discovered that the spirit of the master was here! It is really surprising.

The old monks quickly encircled Qinghuan in the center. They had no compassion for ghosts. The Buddha still resorted to killing, let alone them. Seeing the old monk in front of him attacking her, Qing Huan quickly avoided it. What surprised her was that these old monks didn't want to continue to catch her at all, but all rushed towards the monk!

The monk held the string of beads and didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't even pay attention. She was shocked, her brain had not had time to react, and her body had already rushed over, just in front of the monk.

What kind of skill the old monks, Foguang suppressed evil spirits, Qinghuan instantly became thin and transparent, and it seemed that it was about to dissipate immediately. She lowered her head and panted lightly, complaining to the monk: "Really...how long have I known you? How could I do it for you..."

The monk was only momentarily absent. How old monks were his opponents, they fell to the ground in a roll of his monk's clothes. He bent over to hug Qinghuan, looking in a daze. Qinghuan laughed and said: "I heard that if the soul of a high monk does not wander in the world and eats his soul, he can live forever. These old monks...seeing that they are seven and eighty, and they have been wandering for many years. ?"

She laughed again and said to him: "Look, monk, the hearts of living people are much more terrible than evil spirits. Even if evil spirits can save your life for a bowl of tea, your disciples and grandchildren want you to be wiped out. You understand now Why am I still resentful for hundreds of years?"

After the villagers died, they could still be reborn as human beings. They just lost the body of this life, but she has been confined here by obsession and cannot leave.

The living are more terrible than the dead, aren’t they?

The monk touched Huan Huan's face. He always looked peaceful, but now there were fluctuations in his eyes. He held the evil spirit he wanted to transform into, and he couldn't speak for a while.

"You don't understand..." Qing Huan murmured, "You don't understand..."

The monk is an eminent monk. The eminent monk has practiced all his life, and his heart is like stopping water. He does not understand her suffering or despair and pain. He wants to overcome her and give her a bowl of tea that can dream, but what's the use? Her fate.

"Monk... go ahead and find more ghosts like me... save them..." She whispered and turned to look at the little wolf, who kept sobbing and tears in her eyes. "Take care of my little wolf. I couldn't help it when I was alive. Now I can't protect him anymore. You have to make him...full, don't be like me, always make him hungry...don't eat If you have human flesh, you can also eat fast..."

She looked at the blood-colored peach forest with nostalgia again, slowly turning into nothingness in the monk's arms.

Suddenly, the peach forest faded, revealing patches of white bones and mud, the cold pool water dissipated, and a bone was lying under the water.

How can the monk understand her obsession.

It's not a death in vain.

Her obsession is to go far away after death, to find the one she loves, full of joy, just want to see him again, so she leaves, forgetting all the pain in her life, even if she can’t talk to him, just see him Be happy and well.

The soul wanders, not knowing where it is going, going with the wind, arbitrarily west and east.

Many years have passed since I found it.

Sure enough, he was in a high position and achieved fame.

It's late at night.

He is asleep.

Looks happy and happy.

Embracing others in your arms.