Chapter 395 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 14
Chapter 395 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 14
Dead people.
The two looked at each other and walked quickly to the source of the sound.
The desolate and high-pitched sound of the suona tugs at people's hearts, causing discomfort to arise.
The village was very quiet, and the barking of dogs seemed to have stopped. This quietness was even more uncomfortable.
The bright sunshine seems to be unable to shine in here.
When I rushed to the place, I saw a small courtyard. There was a dark coffin parked in the courtyard with a wooden door.
There were many people standing in a line 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 courtyard.
Everyone glanced at the monk and then turned back silently. The coldness and numbness in their eyes bridged the gap between reality.
Fuchen stood on the monk's head and watched, feeling a little excited.
People are dead and there are ghosts.
After searching for the ghost all night, her mind had been twisted into knots and she was in a daze.
I just feel that I have to see ghosts and confront them head-on, so that I won’t be afraid of ghosts or anything else.
Fight ghosts at night!
The floating dust is happy on the brow.
The village chief rushed over, pretended not to see the monk when he saw him, and offered a stick of incense to the deceased. When he turned around, he noticed a piece of grass on the monk's shoulder.
The terrain here is remote, and Sihai Foxin Temple may have heard of it, but the term "divine monk" has not been carefully discussed, and the term "cao ling" has never been heard of.
The village chief followed the habit of being cautious and chatted with the monk, "Where did the young master come from?"
The monk performed the ritual with one hand, even though the person had previously wanted to kill him, "the poor monk wanted to save the deceased."
"Oh." After the village chief asked, he was no longer interested in asking anymore. He looked up at the grass and left.
The monk walked over and stared at the coffin.
The coffin has been covered, with only a hole showing the face of the dead person. The coffin is made of thin wooden boards and is very simple. It is simply painted and has no other decorations.
There are two benches holding the coffin, and there is only a brazier directly in front.
Fuchen pretended to be blown down by the wind and rolled 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 of coming.
The owner was an old woman in her fifties or sixties, with a dull face, and sadness had solidified on her face, turning into indifference to life. The woman spoke to the monk without speaking, neither supporting nor opposing.
The monk asked about the name, date of birth, time of departure, and the situation of the brothers, sisters, and children.
The villager next to her answered for the woman.
The monk was about to recite sutras for salvation and glanced at Fuchen.
Xiaocao was climbing along the wooden bench to the coffin, and climbed in while no one was paying attention.
Withdrawing his gaze, the monk sat down cross-legged and read the Ksitigarbha Sutra for the deceased.
The grass in the coffin jumped onto the white cloth, jumped a few times, and opened the white cloth with a loud splash, waving the leaves and preparing to beat him. However, his eyes were fixed.
The same face as yesterday.
The face that lay in the tomb and coffin, died again and now lies in this coffin.
He was skinny and out of shape. His sunken eye sockets seemed to have no eyeballs. Blue and black blood vessels could be seen on his white lips.
ghost.
ghost.
What a ghost!
The string in Fuchen's mind was broken, the visual impact was too great, and he subconsciously defended himself. The two leaves unconsciously turned into rattan, and he punched and kicked regardless.
"Click." The bench legs broke, causing a loud noise.
Everyone's minds were shocked at the same time.
"Bang!" The coffin fell to the ground, the coffin board vibrated, jumped up in the air, hit the coffin, and fell to the ground.
"Exploded corpses!" Everyone screamed and left, leaving only panic and dirt in the yard.
The woman stood there, her eyes flashing with fear, but she did not dare to move.
"Hit, beat, beat, beat!" A small, angry voice came from the coffin.
The monk stood up calmly, stood beside the coffin and looked at Xiaocao calmly, warning Fuchen.
The skinny corpse in the coffin with black mist in its eyes was not surprising.
This place is almost the result.
The monk lifted the coffin with one hand and held the coffin upright with the other hand. He stuck all the four corners of the coffin into place, chanted "Amitabha" to the deceased, covered the deceased's face again, threw the grass out of the coffin, and closed it.
Put up the plank.
"Master, there's no need to close it. Let's dry it out." The old man walking back from outside the fence said to the monk.
Very strange words.
The monk didn't ask any more questions. He closed his hands in return and continued to recite his own sutra.
The floating dust lying on the ground stood still for a long time, and my mind slowly soothed and felt comfortable.
Damn, this is what it looks like.
The skull face, the eyes glowing, and the gloomy aura is like hell coming.
"Giggle." Fuchen laughed, slapping his hands to the ground.
The dust vibrates in a small area.
The people who came back and were lying outside the fence gate to watch the excitement were so frightened that they screamed and ran away again.
The woman stared at the grass on the ground, fear etched in her eyes.
The monk recited three volumes of sutras, then read three volumes clockwise around the coffin, and recited three volumes counterclockwise. After finishing the namaste, he bowed to the woman.
For a long time, the monk kept chanting sutras, Fuchen kept laughing crazily on the ground, and the woman stood blankly staring at the laughing grass, like a log.
When the monk finished reciting, he picked up the grass on the ground, put it on his shoulders, and bowed to the woman.
The woman finally moved. She went back to the room and picked up a pile of firewood. She went back and forth four times, and finally held up the torch and lit the fire starter.
The coffin was surrounded by fire, and crackling sounds were heard from time to time.
"Bang." The coffin burned through.
A black shadow fell, hit the center of the fire, and was 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 fire taking away a person's body, unable to say anything.
The world pays attention to peace in the grave.
The body is the best place for the soul to live.
After the body is destroyed by fire, the soul of the earth has nothing to rely on. In this life, it will really have nothing to rely on in this world. The cause and effect in this life will not be good.
The monk lowered his eyebrows.
When the fire was almost done, I chanted the Buddha's name and left the yard.
The white monk's robe looks desolate and lonely in the small courtyard and among the crowd in the sunlight.
Fuchen felt the monk's emotions, but couldn't understand them. He asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"
Why are you unhappy?
Who makes you unhappy?
The monk shook his head and murmured, "This is the world. Some things are very helpless and sad."
The floating dust swayed the two blades, and I didn’t understand.
The monk always thinks more than she does.
The two stayed in a wooden house on a forest farm near the village for three days.
There was a sound of suona every day for three days, and then black smoke filled the air.
The monk stood on the mountain and watched. Every time the suona 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 going on at the Liu Mansion?"
When everyone thinks about it carefully, this is the truth.
These days, almost every family has casualties. But the Liu family is fine.
We are both in Haimen Village, so there is no reason why the Liu family is fine.
"And have you seen Miss Liu? She used to be thin and skinny and fell down when the wind blew, but now she has fair skin and a rosy face."
"Yes, yes. It's true when you say it."
"Do you think... could it be a demon? A demon that comes to suck people's energy to nourish them in exchange for life?"
Public opinion is like a big hand, pushing everyone in an unknown direction.
