Reincarnation Train Restart [Unlimited]

Walking to the door, Huang Ya and other three old passengers got out of the car first, followed by the rest.

Wu Xiajiu, on the other hand, landed on the last one unhurriedly. He put his hand on the position of the heart on his chest to appease the sudden accelerated beating because he was about to face the unknown environment.

After everyone got off the train, the train left in the opposite direction.

The entire car body was suspended above the ground by only about two centimeters, and then, it was wiped off and gradually disappeared, as if driving into a thick fog.

Wu Xiajiu withdrew his staring eyes, and then listened to Huang Ya's suggestion that each of them report their code names to each other, so that it is convenient to call them.

"You already know my code name, this is the supervisor, this is Lao Dou." Huang Ya introduced.

Among the six new passengers, apart from Wu Xiajiu, there were three men and two women.

——The trendy young man is called Mi Tai, the honest and taciturn one is called A Zhi, and the one dressed as an ordinary employee is called Ping An.

"Choose an auspicious name, I hope you can live in peace..." The man smiled nervously, his face was pale and stiff, stemming from fear of the unknown.

The two girls looked very young.

The girl who asked the question earlier was called A Miao. The other girl had a special situation. She had a dumb disease and could not make a sound or speak.

Fortunately, she carried a small book with her and wrote "Li Qianqian" on the blank pages.

Huang Ya frowned: "Trouble."

Li Qianqian couldn't help but crumpled the corner of the paper with his fingertips, and his brows and eyes looked much darker.

At this time, A Miao said: "I, I can understand part of sign language. I used to be a volunteer and learned it for a few days."

Upon hearing this, Li Qianqian smiled gratefully at A Miao.

Huang Ya clicked his tongue, turned to look at Wu Xiajiu, raised his chin slightly, and asked, "What about you?"

"Guard Master." Wu Xiajiu said.

This code name sounds a bit strange.

Therefore, A Miao couldn't help asking curiously: "The master of the temple? Is it the 'view' of the Taoist temple?"

Wu Xia hummed for a long time.

Mi Tai looked him up and down: "Could it be that you are a Taoist priest?! Otherwise, why did you take this code name? There is a Taoist temple in the family to inherit?"

Wu Xiajiu pursed his lips, lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes covered the look in his eyes, and said calmly, "Guess."

Mi Tai choked.

Huang Ya waved his hand and said impatiently: "Okay, don't talk nonsense, the entrance of the ancient village should be ahead, follow me."

They were now in a verdant forest, and in the distance there were mountains, pile after pile, shrouded in a hazy mist of morning light.

Nearby scenery is clear and strong, with a delicate mix of shades.

Looking from the hatchback, there is an extremely lonely and deep aesthetic feeling. The air is fresh and cold, which makes people feel less tense.

There is a winding path ahead.

Shortly after walking up the path, Yingyan is the entrance of the ancient village.

——The tall village gate stands tall, and the quaint and dilapidated houses seem to be hidden among the green mountains, half-hidden among the branches and leaves, and the silence is deep and silent.

From a distance, the windows and other places on the house are dark, and it seems that there are monsters hiding inside.

After watching it for a long time, it makes people feel palpitations for no reason, and it is a little scary.

Wu Xiajiu's eyes fell on the gate of the village. On the top was engraved with three handwritings that had become mottled and old over the years - this should be the name of the ancient village.

It's a pity that except for the last word "Zhai", the first two characters are only broken horizontally and vertically, which are unrecognizable, and they seem to have been deliberately destroyed and erased.

Further down, the surface of the stone pillar supporting the gate of the village is actually engraved with countless raised reliefs of Buddha statues, animals, monks, etc. After years of wind and rain, the whole presents a dilapidated and weird appearance.

"Is there really people living here? I'm panicking." Mitai rubbed his arms and said.

Wu Xiajiu frowned to regain his senses, compared the reliefs on the surface of the two stone pillars, and then glanced at the writing on the top.

Huang Ya: "People? There are not only people here."

In just one sentence, what he said was gloomy and terrifying.

Ping An's emotions collapsed. From the moment he was pulled into the reincarnation train on the verge of death until now, he has been in a state of apprehension and fear, and his heart can't help but tremble.

Now he tremblingly asked: "Can I not go in? Just, just stay outside the ancient village and wait for the train on the last day..."

The supervisor and Laodou couldn't help frowning.

The corner of Huang Ya's mouth raised a sneer: "You want to die right away?"

Ping An was frightened into silence.

From the house leading to the stockade, there is a step path winding upwards made of bluestone.

After climbing up, I found that there were many Buddha statues scattered on both sides of the steps, in different shapes, big and small.

But most of them are covered by weeds, which are vague and cannot be seen clearly.

The supervisor wondered: "Why are there so many Buddha statues?"

Old Dou: "Maybe there is a temple in the village."

While speaking, they had already entered the houses where the villagers lived.

——There are more Buddha sculptures placed here, and as far as the eye can see, they are all wood carvings, stone carvings and reliefs carved on the walls of houses related to Buddha.

There are even niches, incense burners, and lotus lamps used to enshrine Buddha statues in front of some houses...

The expression of the Buddha statue is compassionate, as if lamenting the hardships of the times and pity people's pain all the time.

But those pairs of Buddha eyes should be kind and kind. I don't know if it is because of the years, the face and body of the Buddha statue have left many dirty black spots.

Especially the position of the eyes, at first glance, it seems that the Buddha is shedding tears, highlighting a bit of weirdness and discomfort.

"What's going on in this village?" Mi Tai muttered to himself.

He walked to the door of a house and bent down to look at the Buddhist altars placed there.

While observing carefully, from the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of the closed and dilapidated door panel of the house quietly pulling a gap inward, revealing a pair of old cloth shoes covered with patches...

Mitai looked up slowly—the dark blue cotton linen trouser legs, the gray double-breasted top, and an old wrinkled face that drooped slightly, staring at him with cloudy and lifeless eyes without blinking. .

The end is scary.

Mi Tai was frightened and fell back on the ground. He accidentally knocked down the stone Buddha statue standing next to him with his palm, making a lot of noise.

The broken door panel creaked, and the gap opened even wider.

The old man walked out of the house with a hoarse voice, as if he hadn't talked to anyone for a long time.

"Where are you from?"

"Ah, it's like this..." The supervisor was taken aback for a moment, and then hurried forward to talk.

At the same time, probably because Mi Tai didn't pay attention to knocking down the Buddha statue, the sound broke the silence of the ancient village and attracted many other villagers.

The ancient village is like stagnant water suddenly injected with activity.

The villagers gathered together.

Wu Xia looked around for a long time, and found that these villagers were all elderly people, none of them were young and middle-aged, not even a child.

Here, it seems to be an old people's village.

Soon, the supervisor finished talking with the old man.

They were arranged to live in an empty house, a two-story building with five rooms, two below and a kitchen, and three above.

Huang Ya took a look, the room was not big.

He said: "Two people live in one room."

There are nine of them in a group, and there must be one person who wants to live alone.

- Fear comes from the unknown.

In the world under the car, especially at night, no one wants to be alone.

What Huang Ya said earlier still rings in my ears, in case any accident happens or encounters when I am alone, when the time comes...

Therefore, after Huang Ya finished speaking, the rest of the people remained silent for a while, as if they were dodging, wanting others to speak first.

Ping An: "I, I don't want to live alone, I can't..."

Mitai made a "cut", and muttered to himself, "Could someone else do it? I don't want to be left alone. I'm just afraid. Anyway, don't want to leave me alone."

Wu Xiajiu withdrew his eyes from looking at the kitchen, turned his head, and glanced at the people who were trying to block him, especially Huang Ya's expression, and then he said: "I can live alone, but I have to be upstairs."

After speaking, he went straight up the stairs to the second floor to choose a room.

Huang Ya wanted to make arrangements to confirm his prestige, but he didn't expect Wu Xiajiu to choose to live alone, which made him swallow the words that were already on the verge of his mouth.

Huang Ya looked at Wu Xiajiu's back, and sneered in his heart, why should he stop someone who wanted to take the initiative to seek death, otherwise, he really wanted to allocate it in this way, so that he would not waste his words.

Afterwards, Huang Ya and the eight people allocated rooms.

Ping An lives with A Zhi, and Lao Dou lives with Mi Tai, living downstairs.

Huang Ya shared a room with the supervisor, and A Miao and Li Qianqian lived upstairs.

Wu Xiajiu lives alone in the rightmost room on the second floor.

Not long after, four elderly people brought bedding, water and food.

One of the old people said: "It's been a long time since anyone from the village has come to the village, and you are still so young...the residence is simple, so don't dislike it."

After speaking, he enthusiastically handed over the things in his hands to A Miao and Wu Xiajiu who were standing nearby.

A Miao took it slightly awkwardly.

Wu Xiajiu was holding something, and asked casually, "Are there no young people in the village?"

The old man sighed, "Yes, no more."

Wu Xiajiu: "No, are they all dead, or are they going out to work?"

The old man looked at Wu Xiajiu with cloudy eyes, grinned with half-ragged teeth, and did not answer.

It was suddenly very quiet in the house.

A Miao said awkwardly and uneasily: "It should, it should be going out to work... Maybe."

Still no answer.

After a while, Lao Dou said: "Old man, why are there so many Buddha statues in the village?"

The old man: "There is a Wanxin Temple in the village. In the past, the incense was very prosperous, and many people would go to worship it."

"The temples often send out some wood and stone Buddha statues, as well as Buddhist incense, Buddhist paintings and other things, and we sometimes make them ourselves..."

"Over time, there have been more and more things related to Buddha in the village, and they can be seen everywhere."

"If you like, you can take one or two, you are welcome."

Wu Xiajiu put the quilt in his hands on the table, and heard Huang Ya ask where the Wanxin Temple was located.

After some conversation, the old man left and said before leaving, "By the way, in four days, the Nirvana Festival will be held in the village. You are welcome to participate. You must come."

The four old people all smiled.

To survive in the ancient village for seven days, Huang Ya and the others naturally agreed.

The manager took advantage of the situation and asked doubtfully: "I haven't asked what the name of this village is?"

As soon as the words fell, the smiles on the faces of the four old people gradually faded until they disappeared. Their eyes were dark and they stared at them expressionlessly.

Not knowing what this sentence offended, A Miao, Mi Tai and the others swallowed.

Four emaciated, hunchbacked old men stood silently by the door, like four lifeless corpses that were about to die.

Half of the light and shadow were blocked, falling into this dilapidated and simple house, which made it look a bit gloomy.

At this moment, a moderate voice sounded.

"Buddha Village...is it called that?" Wu Xiajiu said.