Obsession [Quick Transmigration]

Li Dahai is already 63, but now he seems to have returned to his youth.

With the cold fingertips, his thoughts drifted back far, far away.

In the back of my mind, it seemed that something had turned over, a figure that had long been forgotten in the corner of memory appeared indistinctly in front of my eyes, and Dr. Jiang's words gradually faded away and became inaudible.

He saw an old monk with a half face.

*

At that time, Li Dahai was still very young, with bright eyes, strong body and full of vitality.

He used to be a soldier, and he didn't want to go back to the countryside after retiring from the army. He went to a certain factory in Shenzhen to find a job, mainly hauling goods and running long distances, driving a large truck all over the world.

It was summer, very hot.

The sky was clear, there was no wind, and the scorching sun was scorching the earth.

Li Dahai drove an old car on the road, the outside was scorched by the sun, as if he could see layers of heat waves, and the inside of the car was also sultry as if it was steaming.

This time he ran a long distance, no one followed him.

Li Dahai sat alone in the big and clumsy van, driving alone for a long, long time.

It is very strange that he did not meet a single person on this road.

He was very lonely in his heart, and just as he was thinking, there was a black spot in front of him standing on the side of the road. Li Dahai looked over carefully and found that it was a young man with a thin body and a pale face. He stopped the car and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ?”

The other party looked at him: "Can you take me for a ride?"

There is nothing wrong with taking someone along, Li Dahai just nodded, and that person got into the car, he was a little bit guilty, why didn't this person say where he was going, what if they were not going the same way?

"Where are you going?" After walking for a while, he couldn't help asking.

The young man just looked at him quietly: "Front."

Li Dahai was a little hesitant as to where he was going, but the young man didn't say anything, so he had no choice but to continue driving and take the road of delivering the goods by himself.

The scenery along the way was the same, and the weather was stuffy and hot. Li Dahai secretly glanced at the person next to him, and he found that the young man didn't sweat a single drop, and he was refreshed with an indescribable coldness.

For a moment, if the sun was not shining now, he thought he had pulled something dirty.

The road has been going forward, very long, very quiet.

Still did not meet a passerby.

Li Dahai had an illusion in a trance, he felt that he would drive on this road forever.

Fortunately, when he was dizzy, he finally saw a house.

It was a temple, very small, and looked very dilapidated from the outside.

There are a few old trees next to the temple, very tall, I don't know how many years old, with luxuriant branches.

He parked the car aside, sat in the cab and shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up. When the dizziness almost subsided, he looked at the person next to him: "Go down and have a rest."

The young man nodded slightly at him.

The two got out of the car and looked at the big tree next to the temple in front of him. He planned to go to rest under the shade of the tree.

Just as Li Dahai walked over, he happened to see a monk, with his back turned to him, drying sweet potatoes. When he saw a third person, he suddenly felt relieved.

The monk's figure was not tall, his back was hunched, and his movements were a little staggering.

Li Dahai walked over and called softly: "Master?"

When the monk heard someone calling him, he turned around slowly.

After Li Dahai saw it clearly, he couldn't help taking a big step back in fright.

What kind of face is that?He couldn't describe it for a while.

This man is an old monk with only half a face.

The other half of the missing face is missing an eye, a little nose, a little lip, and an ear. The surface is not very smooth, with pits and pits and some small bumps. The protection looked extremely ferocious.

Part of his gums were exposed at the corners of his mouth, and some blackened teeth could be seen from the front. Looking closely at his whole body, it was found that the old monk's head was also missing a part.

He smiled at Li Dahai embarrassedly.

However, this grin looks even more terrifying.

Seeing this terrifying smile, Li Dahai felt his heart palpitate instantly, and subconsciously turned his face away, but he met a pair of deep eyes.

It was the young man, his face was still calm, and he was not frightened.

The old monk looked like he was in his 70s, with a thin body and high cheekbones. The intact half of his face had been eroded by time, and his skin was rough and wrinkled like tree bark. It was creepy to smile like this.

Li Dahai glanced at the big truck under the scorching sun. He really wanted to leave, but he couldn't move his legs. He sat down under the tree with his head down, holding the straw hat he brought from the truck in his hand. Fan yourself.

The young man was basking in the sun, and the scorching sun seemed unable to break through his skin, but Li Dahai felt relieved when he was basking in this way, because he felt that this inexplicable person appeared all the way—ghostly.

The old monk arranged the dried sweet potatoes and sat down.

The sky was very blue, and there were no passers-by. Li Dahai sat under the tree for a long time, but he still didn't see the fourth person. He quietly turned his head and glanced at the old monk beside him.

Fortunately, the side face facing him is the intact side. Although the face is old, it will never be as scary as the disfigured side.

The old monk fiddled with a string of Buddhist beads slowly, but looked at the young man without speaking. His eyes looked dry and couldn't reflect any emotions. He didn't know whether he was in a daze or chanting.

Li Dahai used to be a soldier. Although half of the old monk's face was terrifying, it wasn't enough to scare him.

After sitting for a while, he opened his mouth to break the quiet atmosphere.

"What's wrong with your face?"

The old monk looked at him, as if he had just recovered.

The young man over there also came over and sat under the shade of the tree.

The old monk thought about it for a while, and he didn't know if he didn't realize it and needed to sort out his thoughts, or he was hesitant to tell them.

After waiting a few minutes, he told them that this happened to him when he was young.

It was three or forty years ago that Li Dahai met this old monk.

He was very young.

But the half of the old monk's face was four or fifty years ago, or even earlier, when the old monk was very young.

But at that time, he couldn't imagine it.

That incident happened in a very difficult time for the country. The old monk was still a teenager. He went to participate in a ring competition, but unfortunately he was chopped up.

Li Dahai was a little puzzled: "It's that time, and there is still a competition in the arena?"

"The world is chaotic everywhere." The old monk pointed to the sky, then pointed to the ground, "The top fights the top, and the bottom fights the bottom. There is no way to back down from the martial arts competitions of different sects."

Li Dahai also liked to fight in the past. He fought when he was a child, and he also fought when he grew up. He fought when he was in school, and he still fought in the army.

So he asked again: "Then are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid, he's taller, stronger, and older than me. I can't beat him."

The old monk spoke lightly, without any ups and downs in his tone. He paused, turned around and faced them and said, "You know? I was only in my teens at the time, only teens..."

There was still no ups and downs in that tone, but there was a bit of resentment that could not be expressed.

He didn't say anything more, but Li Dahai started to think wildly.

In that era, a teenage boy was forced to enter the ring for some reason.

What kind of person is the other party?

He must be a vicious man.

That man stood on the ring, staring fiercely at the timid young man in front of him, then picked up a machete and cut off half of his face...

Li Dahai has fought for so many years, tall, short, fat, and thin. He has fought against everyone, and he has no one to be afraid of, but that ring is too bloody.

He secretly glanced at the young man next to him, who was still indifferent, as if nothing could arouse his interest, Li Dahai continued to ask: "Shouldn't the martial arts competition end at the end?"

The old monk nodded: "Yes, but that man didn't hold back, he wanted to cut off my head."

The old monk raised his left hand and gestured to his neck, then said: "I dodged, but he cut off half of it."

He lowered his head to face him, and gestured with his hands on his head. Li Dahai knew what he meant. That knife not only cut off his face, but actually included part of his skull.

Li Dahai couldn't imagine the tragedy at that time. Looking at the person in front of him, he said dryly, "But you survived."

"Yes, I survived."

The old monk nodded, and when he talked about it, he laughed again: "At that time, everyone thought I was going to die, and no one treated me, and there was no place to treat me, so they just took some incense ash and paste it on my body. face, but I just survived."

Such luck should be embarrassing, but looking at that terrifying face, perhaps being alive is also a kind of pain.

Li Dahai continued to ask: "Then what about the person who cut you? Did you just let him go?"

The old monk's half-slight eye, I don't know if it was Li Dahai's illusion, it seemed to suddenly widen a lot.

He stared at Li Dahai, and said in a slow and cold tone: "He was torn apart by my brother!"

torn...

In this sunny summer, Li Dahai suddenly felt a little chilly.

Didn't he know it was an expression of tone?Still like what is said in the play, throw people up, then grab a foot with each hand, use both arms to tear it hard, and there is a click...

But no matter what, from those eyes, he knew that the vicious person on the ring had long since died.

Li Dahai suddenly didn't want to discuss this topic, he touched his jacket pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it, the old monk looked at him, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

Li Dahai originally thought that the other party cared about his smoking, and just wanted to snuff out the cigarette, but the look in the old monk's eyes didn't look like that.

So he took out a cigarette and tried to hand it over. As expected, the old monk did not refuse, and Li Dahai struck a match to light it for him.

Looking at the other party's proficient expression, he asked, "Are you all right?"

The old monk waved his hand lightly at him and said, "It's fine, as long as you're not in the monastery."

After speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the temple: "The Buddha will not blame you."

Li Dahai smoked that cigarette quietly without making a sound. There was no sound of cicadas here. He was very depressed. He reached out and took out the pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and stuffed them all into the old monk. He bowed down again and again to thank him.

"Let's keep going," he said to the young man.

The other party shook his head: "I'm already here."

*

Sitting in the driver's cab, Li Dahai looked at the old monk who was still smoking in the shade of the trees and the young man standing beside him.

There was a lot of smoke, he couldn't see clearly, but he could feel that the two were looking at him through the smoke...

*

After Li Dahai opened his eyes, the sun outside was just right, shining on him through the glass window. Li Mingliang came early to discharge him from the hospital. Li Dahai felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it.

After returning home, the Li family also found that he no longer had those strange behaviors. In order not to scare him, everyone deliberately forgot about those things.

*

In front of the dilapidated temple, Jiang Mu stood under the scorching sun, dressed in black with a thin iron chain around his waist, he waited for the old monk to finish smoking before speaking.

"Sheng Zhao, it's time to hit the road."

No one knows how the injured boy survived, and no one knows what he has experienced for most of his life. He just walked through the war, Jianguo, and Ups and downs, and then quietly disappeared in the world one day.

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