Twilight Ghost

"Stop anger, don't you come here unharmed?"

Bai Ze performed a Buddhist salute to the monk in a dignified manner, but his tone was cynical, showing no respect for monks.

"Amitabha, please come in, the almsgiver. The teacher asked the poor monk to prepare a fast meal early in the morning, saying that the almsgiver is coming."

Just after Jie Chen finished speaking, Bai Ze curled his lips and said unreasonably: "Then, did your abbot think about it, I am a fox demon, I only eat meat and not vegetarian?"

"The benefactor said this 18 years ago, and the poor monk secretly thought that this joke was not up to standard."

Bai Ze squinted his eyes to look at the bear face in front of him. If he hadn't lost his magic power, he really wanted to pounce on him and bite his neck off, then slit his stomach open to see the viscera falling to the ground...

"He's not a chicken, don't look at people with the eyes of prey." Hua Chongming reminded Bai Ze softly by sticking to Bai Ze's ear, and then bowed to Jiechen: "Can you take us to meet Master Jingkong first?"

Jie An nodded and led them into the temple.

The name of this temple is Changchun, and it seems that it has been around for some years. The old vines and trees, and the stone table have been ground to a layer of pulp, and many buildings look crumbling.Bai Ze satirized while watching, human life is really short, no one can witness this long period of ups and downs, honors and disgraces, compared to Bai Ze's eternal life is very precious, even so he still doesn't cherish it, he wholeheartedly I wondered how I could end up with myself.

"Benefactor, it's here."

Bai Ze stood at the door and looked in, leaned up to the little monk and asked, "I know you monks like to talk about mysteries, let me ask you, I remember that the last time I came here, Jingkong Bald Donkey was over 90 years old, and now he is 18 years old. Years have passed, is he really still alive? He is over seventy years old, don't tell me that the one in the room is a mummified corpse."

Jiean was not angry, he shook his head with a smile and said: "My teacher said that he is unwilling to see Donor Bai any more."

Bai Ze made a "cut", pulled Hua Chongming up and rushed in, but unexpectedly stepped on the threshold in a moment of recklessness, and his foot was stuck in it for a long time and he couldn't get it out.

"Old bald donkey, who told you to set a trap for me? Get it out for me!"

The white-haired and childlike Abbot Jingkong twirled the beads, bowed to Bai Ze, and said, "Amitabha, 18 years have passed, and the donor is still so impetuous. The threshold didn't intend to stop you, but you deliberately made things difficult for him..."

"Shut up! Old bald donkey, what bothers you the most is nagging. Forget it, I don't need your help. I will do it myself." As he spoke, Bai Ze kicked over the threshold and walked into the house dragging half a board. Sitting upright on the table, he glanced at the abbot with a calm and unrestrained look, "Chongming, if you have anything to ask, I want to see how much this bald donkey knows."

Abbot Jingkong shook his head, stepped forward and gently twisted the wooden board that was stuck on Bai Ze's feet, the wooden board turned an arc, and released Bai Ze like a wild beast, "I don't know much about this matter. The benefactor told this old monk."

"Master, did my father come to your place after he left Beijing in 18?"

Jingkong closed his eyes and sighed deeply: "That's right, the flower benefactor came to look for the old monk, and brought some porters up the mountain together."

"Uncle Lin told me that my father's trip was to investigate the reason why the Twilight Snow Realm was frozen for thousands of years, and to save Tujin people from fire and water. Why didn't he go directly to the snow field, but came here to find you, Master?"

Abbot Jingkong hesitated for a moment, took out a thin book full of dust from behind the Buddha statue, and handed it to Hua Chongming: "This is written by Hua Chongming before he left. He asked the old monk to keep this secret for him. If one day his son comes to ask Let’s talk about this, and then take these out.”

The paper industry has turned yellow, and Hua Rong's handwriting is very scribbled. It can be seen that he wrote it in a state of extreme excitement. Based on Hua Chongming's understanding of his father, he has always been a person who can't show emotions. It is rare to see such ups and downs, which shows that his experience in the ghost world was definitely not a pleasant trip.

Just 18 years ago, Hua Rong brought a number of porters to the gate of Changchun Temple on Wanfo Mountain. Each porter was carrying a large package, and he was disgraced and haggard all the way. down.

The porters piled up the parcels in the corner of the monastery. The monks in the monastery thought they were some mountaineering equipment and dry food, so they didn't pay much attention.But the weather was hot at that time, and within two days there was a strange rancid smell from the temple. The monks thought it was from the rats that died in the corner, so they swept the temple again and again, but even if they put the few The many rat corpses were cleaned up, but the smell still didn't disappear, and it became stronger and stronger.

Some young monks who had just become monks couldn't stand it, and some even vomited it up while meditating.About two or three days later, some monks began to think of Hua Rong who had been fasting in the abbot’s room, and couldn’t help but feel a little curious. Originally, there were very few people who came down from the mountain, and very few stayed for such a long time. Regarding their request, The old abbot usually agreed easily, but the flower benefactor seemed to have mentioned something outrageous, which made the abbot hesitate for so long.

Finally, one day, the ten-year-old novice Jie Chen happened to pass by the corner where Hua Rong piled up his luggage while sweeping the monastery. The smell was so strong that he was curious, so he put down his broom and walked over, touching the contents through the package.

The package was very thick, but even so he could vaguely feel that it was not packed with dry food, it was soft, like balls of meat.

Seeing that there was no one around, Xiao Jie'an tiptoedly unwrapped one of the packages, it didn't matter if it was unwrapped, the things rolled out of it frightened him and fell to the ground, and he vomited when he got up.

They were human heads, which had begun to rot to varying degrees. The hair was stained with light yellow sticky corpse fluid, and some of them could even see red and black skulls covered with a layer of rotting flesh. With a painful and distorted expression, it seemed that he had experienced some horrific torture before his death.

"Mom, oh my...killer!"

After quitting and vomiting, he ran to the Buddhist hall like a rabbit. The older brothers were meditating. They opened their eyes when they were so frightened by him. taught you?"

Jie Chen desperately shook his head, turned around and spit out another mouthful of sour gastric juice, his small face twisted into a ball in fright: "Human heads! The package of the flower benefactor is full of human heads!"

Now the few timid monks turned pale with fright, and said incoherently: "Monks don't tell lies, so don't brag..."

"Really, brother, if you don't believe me, come and see me!"

When a few curious monks followed Jie Chen to the corner where the parcels were piled up, Abbot Jing Kong and Hua Rong were already there. The master closed his eyes and made a Buddhist salute to the heads all over the ground, "Amitabha, the monks are merciful for you!" Huai, if the old monk refuses the benefactor's request and waits for these heads to rot, will the benefactor resume killing and hurt more innocent people?"

Hua Rong knelt down, kowtowed heavily, and pleaded: "This matter is not out of Hua Rong's own selfishness. The Tujin people have been imprisoned by poverty and despair for hundreds of years. Hua Rong wants to save them. If the master is really merciful Heart, why don't you sympathize with the innocent people trapped in the snowy wasteland?"

Jing Kong sighed for a long time, waved his hands and agreed: "Forget it, the old monk will go with the benefactor, and the benefactor must not hurt the innocent again."

Seeing this, Hua Rong hurriedly kowtowed a few more times, "Thank you, Master, for your mercy! Your great kindness has been repaid by Hua Rong's knot-grass title ring!"

"Amitabha, I only send the benefactor the first half of the journey, and the second half is more dangerous. Whether it can be completed smoothly depends on the benefactor's good fortune."

Abbot Jing Kong ordered the porters to carry the head in the package, and took Hua Rong to a place.

It was the forbidden area of ​​Wanfo Mountain. The road was extremely muddy, with strange trees and grasses, and dangers all around. The surroundings were surrounded by the same scenery. If it wasn't for the abbot to guide them, the group of people would have to go around in circles.

I don't know how long I walked, and a blood-colored waterfall suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. It seemed to be hanging in the sky, with no head or tail. Looking at it, I couldn't help but feel a chill down my spine.

In the center of the waterfall, there is a huge jade plate, carved with overlapping human bones around it. Because it has been infected by blood stains for many years, the original white jade has become dark red, and it emits a strange and mysterious luster under the setting sun. .

The abbot stopped and pointed to the jade plate in the center of the waterfall. The porters understood and reluctantly opened the package, took out the stinky human heads from the beginning, and piled them on the jade plate one by one.

"The sacrifice of eight hundred tragic deaths can open the way to the ghost world. Don't worry about the reincarnation of mortals on the Naihe bridge, and don't stay in the scenery in front. What the benefactor is looking for is the rampant eight-headed ghost spider. The abbot whispered, took out an ice-blue pearl from his sleeve, and let Hua Rong eat it: "This is ghost jade, which can temporarily hide the yang energy of ordinary people on the donor. Please sprinkle blood on the jade jade." On the disk, when the passage is opened, the benefactor can enter the ghost world, but remember, there is only one hour, and if it exceeds one hour, even the ghost jade will not be able to protect the benefactor."

Hua Rong nodded, swallowed the spirit bead, pulled out the dagger and cut his palm, letting the hot blood splash on the jade plate.

There was a loud bang, and the bloody water in the waterfall gradually separated, and a dark hole appeared in the center of the water flow.

The world was suddenly dark, and the wailing of evil spirits poured out of the cave, and the sound of miserable laughter, cursing, and crying resounded in all corners.Hua Rong sheathed the dagger, glanced at the abbot on the shore, turned and walked in.