"Master?" A monk seemed to have something stuck in his throat, and his voice was trembling.
Beads of sweat broke out on the master's shiny forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye. His hand was trembling while he was doing the one-handed salute, while the other hand was holding a prayer bead.
"Amitabha, don't panic, continue. As long as you are sincere to the Buddha, you will be blessed." The old monk closed his eyes and muttered something, as if he was reciting sutras.
The ritual continued, but a layer of haze filled the entire living room.
"It's really...it's not easy to hide at home." Zhang Luo sighed, he suspected that he didn't need to look for ghosts at all, the ghosts would come to his door by themselves.
He doubted whether he had the potential of a crow's mouth. Just now he was saying that people should not encounter real ghosts, and suddenly a strange puppet appeared.
[Number: 9109073] [Puppet Murder Case], it was recorded in the previous files. With the population of Songshan City, there will naturally be many magicians, but he didn't expect to run into it.
This thing... is simply unbelievable.
Of course, if there is a ghost, he must find a way to get rid of it, but he still has to weigh who is the loser here.
According to his understanding, this ghost of reality is specifically targeting the god of the human heart. It seems that it is not his turn to take the lead for the time being. The threat is not great, so he can wait and see.
But considering there’s nothing to do now anyway…
He picked up the puppet out of curiosity. A group of monks sweated profusely. The old monk raised his hands and stared with cloudy eyes, not knowing what to say.
"What's wrong, Master, is this puppet important?" He pretended to be an ignorant young man who was seeking death and shook the puppet.
"Amitabha," the old monk chanted the Buddha's name, "little donor, this is an evil thing that needs to be suppressed by the Buddha. Please put it back."
"Master..." The other disciples hesitated to speak.
Zhang Luo was a little surprised. He didn't expect that although this old monk had no ability, he was morally blameless. A real ordinary person would actually rather die himself?
"Evil things? Master, you just said that if you don't believe in evil, then you are innocent, so why should I be afraid of it?"
He ignored it and looked at the puppet carefully. Just looking at it gave people the feeling that someone was looking at him. He didn't know if it was the so-called uncanny valley theory or if there was really a ghost inside.
But Zhang Luo felt that it was probably not a real ghost, at most it was just a medium. At least Mo Lei, a weakling, could drag it off the Buddhist altar.
"Master, this puppet
I like the puppet very much, can you give it to me?" Zhang Luo had a smile on his lips. He wanted to know if these people would die if he suppressed this thing.
This guy is a typical do-it-yourselfer.
"No..." The old monk wanted to say something else.
At this time, Li Qingdai came out of the kitchen, looked at what Zhang Luo was holding and asked curiously: "Luo'er, where did the puppet in your hand come from?"
"Mom, the master said he wanted to give me this puppet to play with!" Zhang Luo made the first move.
The old monk stood up and wanted to say something, but his disciple finally couldn't stand it anymore.
He said angrily: "Master, since the little donor wants it so strongly, it means that this thing is destined for him, so give it to him!"
"This..." The master's heart is tangled, his own life and the lives of others, faith and desire for survival are intertwined, and finally he is determined, "Sin, sin, monks have compassion. This thing..."
"Master, have you heard of a recent case?" Zhang Luo said suddenly, as if suddenly, without waiting for their answer, "It is said that it was called a puppet murder case. The deceased was strangled to death by a puppet string. It is really terrible."
Several monks were shocked, as if they recognized him again.
"What are all these things?" Li Qingdai lifted a strand of hair from her cheek and asked what she was doing. "Just accept the things that the master gives you. Don't say that you don't have these things to ridicule others. It's too much."
excuse me!"
Li Qingdai was unusually angry. In her opinion, Zhang Luo should not respond to other people's kindness in this way no matter what. It seemed uneducated and this was her dereliction of duty.
Only then did the old monk come back to his senses: "Female donor, don't be angry. This is just a joke between me and my friend. There was indeed such a case recently, specifically targeting religious people, but this puppet..."
"This puppet is very beautiful, I like it very much. I also get along well with the master, right master?" Zhang Luo continued.
After all, the master did not have the shame to lie blatantly, so he could only chant the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, good, good, good."
"Is that so?" Li Qingdai felt that the atmosphere was strange.
Several monks looked at each other and said, "Yes, yes, don't blame the female donor. This little friend is destined to be my Buddha."
Li Qingdai sighed and said: "Masters, my child is very naughty. I hope you can forgive me and don't be angry."
"No."
"how come?"
"a ha ha ha……"
Several young monks pretended to be happy.
Zhang Luo criticized their poor acting skills and said, "How can I be so naughty?"
Li Qingdai gave him a rare look with her mother's power, took out the vegetables in the refrigerator and returned to the kitchen.
Zhang Luo didn't feel it at all. He took the puppet and squeezed to sit next to the old monk: "Master, doesn't he look like he often hangs out in society?"
"Since I know about the case, I won't hide anything. We were originally monks from Mingde Temple. We were entangled by this puppet for some reason, so we came out to escape. It just so happened that the market environment for Buddhist rituals was very good, and everyone was willing to come to us.
It's a ritual. Who knows, alas... I almost ruined decades of practice, Amitabha." The old monk was a little jealous of this puppet and was reluctant to let Zhang Luo get close to him, and sighed.
"Ha, sure enough." Zhang Luo held the puppet and flew it overhead like a child, saying, "Huhuhuhu..." which seemed very childish.
Seeing all the monks wiping sweat, is this young man in front of them a monster? That’s a ghost!
Zhang Luo noticed their caution and sneered: "What are you afraid of? Since she is going to kill you, why are you afraid of offending her?"
"This..." Everyone was speechless, why?
Of course they are afraid! Any normal person would try to stay as far away from this thing as possible, right? Who wants to die early?
"Master, if I help you get rid of her, how will you thank me?" Zhang Luo said casually.
The master's attention was all on the puppet's hair, and from time to time the tips of the hair scratched his bare head, so much so that he almost didn't hear what Zhang Luo said clearly.
The master looked astonished. No wonder this young man dared to contact this puppet without any scruples. He seemed to have something to rely on.
I just don't know in what way.
The master had a few stray thoughts in his mind.
"The old monk is named Huitong, and I hope that the little benefactor will save us from the sea of suffering. Huitong will repay the benefactor." The old monk said Huitong.
"You know how?" Zhang Luo said, "What a strange name this is. I'm afraid this old monk's master is not half illiterate."
A monk's ordination name is usually given by his master.
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