The red sunset set off the golden glazed tiles, and it should have been lively and brilliant, but unfortunately the clouds were extremely low, the wind was extremely cold, and the sunlight penetrated through the clouds, coating everything in the world with a layer of cold gray.
On the top of Yeshan Mountain, there is a deserted and secluded courtyard somewhere in Qianfo Temple.
At this time of year, the grass and trees elsewhere are still green, but the trees here are withered and yellow, and the leaves have fallen all over the ground early.
"rustle."
Thin bamboo tips scraped against the bluestone slab, but it was a sweeping monk cleaning up fallen leaves alone. His back was to the courtyard door, so he could not see clearly, but his body movements of dragging the broom were quite uncoordinated. If you look closely,
I still have slight twitches from time to time. Could it be that I have a disability?
"Senior brother."
Suddenly, a childish voice sounded, and a young monk poked his head out of the courtyard door.
The monk paused when he heard this and turned around slowly.
"I recently went up the mountain and didn't know the way. I went out to look for the master today, but I accidentally lost my way..."
The young monk was quite afraid of strangers. He hid most of his body behind the wall and did not dare to raise his eyes to see the monk. He lowered his head and only talked, but did not see -
On the face of the monk who turned around, one eye was bent with a smile, but the other eye was wide open with its corners cracked. The bloodshot eyeball was like a mouse trapped in a cage, spinning around uncontrollably.
"I didn't see any other senior brothers along the way, and I don't know where they went..."
The young monk was still lowering his head and talking, but the monk was approaching step by step. The monk's walking posture was very strange. He always stepped forward with one foot and then dragged the other parts of his body forward, as if there were two people living in the same body who did not belong to each other.
's soul.
The monk kept this weird posture and approached the young monk step by step, but the young monk didn't notice at all and only lowered his head and spoke.
finally.
This strange monk stood in front of the little monk, and his bent eye suddenly opened. He did not lower his head, but only lowered his bloodshot eyes, staring at the little monk. Then, his five fingers curled into claw-like shapes and probed.
Towards the little monk's head...
"bad!"
Suddenly, there was a strange scream in the courtyard.
A figure jumped down from the wall, holding a wooden stick in his hand. With a "dong" sound, it hit the monk's head to pieces.
The monk didn't even hum a word and fell down in response.
The attacker stood firm, took several deep breaths, and then raised his head, revealing an old face full of wrinkles. It was the old monk who had realized this, and the young monk was naturally good.
"Move faster."
The old monk calmed down and without saying a word, he rushed to the courtyard gate and blew up the wind.
The young monk also hurriedly knelt down and took out a kettle first. As soon as he opened the stopper, a stench hit his mouth and nose. With this pungent smell, there is no need to guess what is in the kettle. Be more elegant.
The boy's name was "Jin Zhi'er", which in layman's terms means excrement water. But the young monk was not polite, he opened the monk's mouth and gave him a big mouthful.
After he finished drinking, he said "offended".
He then took out a coil of rope from his lower back and flipped the monk over, but before he could tie up his hands and feet, the monk's limbs suddenly trembled, and then began to twitch strangely, like a puppet hanging on a stage.
The silk thread was twisted in one place.
The young monk was panicked. He had never done anything like this a few times before!
He didn't know what to do, so the monk pressed his hands and pressed his feet again when his feet moved.
Just then.
"Click."
With the sound of bones breaking, the young monk's wrist tightened. He looked in panic and saw that all the joints of the five fingers on the monk's hand were reversed and clasped his wrist.
Before I could scream, there was another "click, click, click...", like a malfunctioning gear.
He followed the sound and saw that the monk's face suddenly turned to his back, and little red hairs grew and spread rapidly on his face. His eyes that were wandering around suddenly focused, and the black and red pupils were pointed directly at Ben Shan, little
The monk's breathing suddenly stopped and his mind went blank.
"Get out of the way!"
There was a shout in his ear, and he made up his mind to hide.
The bluestone as big as a millstone whizzed down and hit the monk's head, which was getting more and more ferocious. It was like crushing a rotten egg. With a crunching sound, a red slurry as thick as snot sprayed all over the ground.
Beside him, the old monk put away his throwing posture, put his hands together, lowered his eyelids and softly recited a few verses.
"The nature of the corpse is already deep, but there is no way to save it."
…………………………
Looking at the monk's body, the young monk was a little dazed for a moment.
Will I become like this too?
No! No! No!
As soon as this thought came up, he quickly shook his head, and I had already vomited out the corpse blood... although the method was not very beautiful.
He couldn't help but look at the body again, and secretly rejoiced: Fortunately, Master found me first last night.
When I think of the scene last night, I can immediately picture it in front of my eyes - under the waning moon, in front of a boiling cauldron, the monk cut his own neck and squeezed out the thick blood...
This situation is shocking enough, but Master actually said that the culprit of all this is...
At that time, Benshan could only think of something said by Uncle Nan who looked like a bandit.
"Our three ancestors are the first-class divine monks in the world. If they become demons, they will be the first-class demons!"
well!
The little monk slapped his forehead and looked at my crow's mouth.
………………
While Benshan was thinking wildly, the old monk had already walked to the other end of the courtyard, where there was a garden arch, which was tightly blocked by the door.
The old monk reached out and pushed the door open, but when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped.
"Basically kind..."
He called out softly, and the young monk came back to his senses and replied blankly.
"What's the matter? Master."
The old monk never looked back.
"Do you remember the way up the mountain?"
Benevolence without hesitation:
"Remember."
"Do you still remember what I told you about the changes in the temple?"
To this question, the young monk hesitated and did not answer. It was not that he had forgotten, but that he felt panic and uneasiness inexplicably in his heart. He caught up with the master, reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, lowered his head and said nothing.
The old monk noticed his disciple's behavior, but he still didn't look back. He just asked in a more serious tone.
"Do you remember?"
The little monk slurred his lips, but still responded.
"Remember."
"That's good."
The old monk laughed and said the same sentence again.
"In that case, go down the mountain!"
The little monk's eyes suddenly widened.
"Master?!"
"Ami...sigh."
The old monk was about to sing a Buddhist chant, but he sighed mid-sentence.
"I have my responsibilities, but you also have your mission..." After Zhuowu said this, he paused, turned around, and touched his disciple's round and smooth little head.
Every fold reveals kindness.
"Don't worry, just go down the mountain and I'll come back soon."
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The old monk stood there for a long time, watching the young monk turn his head three times and gradually disappear. Then he turned around and opened the courtyard door.
There is no courtyard behind the door, only a whole piece of rock protrudes from the cliff, supporting a platform, on which is built a simple octagonal bell pavilion, in which hangs a bronze bell covered with green rust.
The old pavilion and the rusty clock fell deserted on the rock. Their gray and old appearance seemed to be integrated into the rock. It was not as gorgeous and exquisite as the temple behind them. Overall, it looked like a piece of brocade with a piece of burlap on it.
But it was this piece of burlap that was erected on this rock when the temple was first built.
The old monk still remembered that when he was still a young monk, his master took him to visit Thousand Buddhas Temple. First he went to the old temple at the foot of the mountain, then to the Demonic Cave to worship the Three Body Buddha, and then to look at the old bell.
At that time, when his master informed him of his responsibilities in this lineage, he rarely used some vulgar language.
"We are here to wipe the butts of these bald donkeys! Realize, remember, if such a day comes, this bell will be the key!"
At that time, I was still accusing Master of violating the "precept of anger", but now...
"Bald donkey!"
In front of the pavilion, I realized that my eyelids were twitching.
The closer you look, the more you can feel the huge and heavy weight of the bronze bell. Needless to say, the bronze bell is about 10 feet tall. The bell pestle next to it is the size of a person's arms. It is hung with iron ropes as thick as the wrist. The texture is
It is hard and glowing with black light, obviously it is not an ordinary wood.
But……
The iron rope at the end of the bell pestle has suddenly broken, and the tail of the bell pestle is deeply embedded in the rock. Even if it is caused by accumulation over time, it shows how heavy the bell pestle is.
These bastards in the temple have never thought about repairing it?!
The old monk was so angry that he scratched his head. At this moment, there was a bit of coolness on his forehead. He raised his head and felt the heavy rain hitting his face.
Time is running out!
He put away his angry look, quickly rushed into the pavilion, took off his monk's robe, revealing his thin and old body, and then hugged Zhong Pei.
Drink haha...
The veins on the old monk's red neck popped out, and his withered body seemed to be injected with inexplicable vitality. He actually pulled the heavy bell out of the rock inch by inch.
Then.
He took another deep breath and gritted his teeth.
Trembling, determined, and struggling to deliver.
"Boom."
Invisible sound waves shook away the raindrops.
The sound of the bell is deep and melancholy, reaching straight into the inner demons.