[Sword Three Strategies Buddha] Old Ghost in the Mountain

Liu Gan saved two kits and returned home anxiously.As soon as he got home, he immediately hung the kit on the door.

I hope that monk will not come looking for me again, absolutely not.No matter what I have done before, even if I kissed him, he looked kind at that time, but later on, he looked more and more like a murderer.

He closed the door, plugged the bolt, and then sat on the bed in a daze.

To embolden himself, he prepared some erotic pictures, ready to look at them and make his blood boil, maybe this way he won't be afraid.

However, when night fell, he read a book under the lamp with a candle, but he didn't feel anything.

Not only did he not, but he also felt that the men and women in the picture were all like ferocious ghosts, staring at him with terrifying faces, and he could faintly hear grinning laughter in his ears.

Liu Ganyin didn't dare to look at it.He closed the book, blew out the lamp, and sat on the bed alone in the darkness, staring vigilantly at the door.

He had a premonition that something would appear tonight.

It was silent outside, except for the occasional chirping of grass insects.Because Liu Gan couldn't sleep, he put on his clothes and looked at the window quietly.

He didn't know what time it was, it was about three quarters past noon, but there was still no movement at all.

Liu Gan felt that something was wrong.

He found that what frightened him the most might not be the monk, but the feeling of waiting.

He even began to hope that the monk would come here sooner, die sooner and be reborn sooner, so that he would not be so worried.

It seemed to be getting darker and darker outside.A faint wind blew up, shaking the doors and windows and making noises.

Liu Ganyin stared at the door without blinking, his throat wriggling.He sensed that something was approaching.

His heart was beating, one after another, gradually accelerating.

Just as he was staring at the door, there was a harsh grinding sound from outside.Like the sound of bones scratching the ground.

Liu Gan was startled, and subconsciously grabbed the quilt.

The wind outside the door is getting louder and louder, and the sound is getting clearer and clearer.Something was walking slowly, step by step towards his door.

When the distance of the sound reached the closest, Liu Qianyin suddenly saw a vague black shadow on the window.

That shadow was extremely skinny, judging by its shape...it was a skeleton, looming on the window.

He really came!Liu Gan didn't dare to vent his anger.He gritted his teeth and grabbed hold of the bedding.The skeleton shadow walked forward slowly, until it stopped at the center of the door, and turned to face the door.

Liu Gan knew that it was right outside the door, facing him.

He was very worried about whether the door would be pushed open, and then it might rush in and gouge out his eyeballs.

However, the shadow of the skeleton just stood outside, motionless.

The wind was shrill, and the friction of bones could be heard faintly.

Liu Qianyin stared straight at it, but subconsciously touched a steel knife under the pillow.

The skeleton suddenly moved.It raised its hand and slapped it on the door.

Tuk, tuk, tuk.The thing outside began to slap on his door regularly, and the sound was like a reminder, which made Liu Qianyin want to scold his mother.

He covered his mouth and pretended not to be there, not breathing a bit.

The shadow of the skeleton outside was still patting on the door in an orderly manner, and it was getting stronger and stronger.The two kits hanging on the door were shaken, but the door was never opened.

The shadow was photographed for a while, but it seemed that it couldn't be photographed, so it walked slowly forward.

The sound of bones rubbing against the ground sounded again.Liu Ganyin watched it pass by the window little by little, slowly disappearing at the edge of the window.

Although he left, Liu Ganyin still didn't want to touch those two sachets.He just sat on the bed blankly, fearing for a while whether the monk would come back, or find other ways to knock on the door.

The sound of the wind gradually died down, and gradually returned to summer until everything was completely silent.Liu Ganyin listened with all his ears, but there was no movement.

So he got out of bed and walked slowly to the door.

The kit was hanging on the door, shaking slightly.Liu Ganyin looked at it for a while, then reached out and took it down.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened a crack, and a rotten and withered hand suddenly reached in and grabbed his neck.

Liu Qian accidentally dropped the sachet on the ground, his eyes were blackened by pinching, and he hurriedly kicked the sachet to the door.

He saw that the arm of the hand was full of bones, and there were mottled cracks on it.As soon as the kit arrived at the door, the hand quickly retracted.

It was pitch black outside the door, and suddenly a blood-red eye appeared in the crack of the door, that half of the face was dry and rotten, and that eye was fixed on Liu Ganyin, the coldness in the eyes made people shudder.

Liu Ganyin slammed the door shut.He sat by the door and slowly slid down, his chest heaving violently.

He was quite frightened, if it wasn't for these two tips, his life would probably be here tonight.

Tomorrow, I must go to the Taoist priest...Go to Chunyang Palace to find him in person!

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"I knew you would come."

Changsun Wuguo pushed a cup of hot tea to Liu Ganyin.Chunyang Palace was cold and lonely, he was wrapped in a snow-white fox fur cloak, and looked at the visitor with indifferent eyes.

Liu Ganyin looked at the tea he pushed over vigilantly, but didn't move.

"It repels the cold." The Taoist priest said coldly, "It comes fiercely, and you have suffered from its cold poison."

"I have no grievances with it! What did it come to me for!"

"Because you let it out." The Taoist priest pushed the teacup closer, "The dead bone has transformed into a monk. Naturally, I want to find you."

Liu Gan was full of anger, stared at the teacup and swallowed the sleeping liquid, picked it up and drank it down.

The hot tea poured into his belly, and his whole body exuded a sense of warmth.

Just as he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, he was startled back by the Taoist priest's next words.

"Did you do something wrong to it?" Changsun Wuguo looked at him thoughtfully.

"I didn't!" Liu Ganyin hurriedly argued, "It's none of my business!"

"Do you know why it can find you? Because you left a trace of yang energy on it. Any evil spirit has this ability, no matter how far or how long you run, it can find you."

When he said this, Liu Qianyin suddenly remembered that in that cave, he had done some outrageous things to that monk in a moment of audacity.

Thinking of this, Liu Ganyin couldn't help but shiver.

"That evil creature used to belong to the Buddhist family." Although Changsun Wuguo said casually, he poured another cup of tea for Liu Qianyin, "The Buddhist school uses seven as the number of precepts. This rule, I think even if it dies, it will become a Buddhist family." The evil spirits shouldn’t violate it either. Getting used to something like this will be carried with you regardless of life or death, so—”

"So he will come to me seven times?!" Liu Gan was so frightened that he almost fell off the futon, "Die! Daoist, you have to help me find a way!"

"It's not that I came to you seven times, but I will come to you again after seven days." Daoist Changsun explained with patience.

"Daoist! No way! You can't ignore death! You have to save me!"

"You are killing yourself, what can I do?"

"Then you gave me so many tips! Isn't it to save me!!"

"I was just passing by, just on a whim. What's more, I have a relationship with that monk before I can make a move. Otherwise, do you think I will care about your life?"

Changsun Wuguo raised his eyes to look at Liu Qianyin, in those sharp eyes, Liu Qianyin couldn't see any emotional fluctuations.

He stared blankly at the Taoist priest for a while before realizing what he wanted to ask.

"Daoist... you... at the end of this year... Guigeng—"

"As the saying goes, you can't live long."

"Daoist..."

"That's all. I was born in the 11th year of Zhenguan, Pindao."

Changsun Wuguo turned his head and looked out the window. The green mountains in the distance were covered with white snow, and the long clouds surrounded the mountain peaks endlessly.

"I don't even remember how long I've lived. I only remember that Taizong was late, Gaozong was sick, Empress Wu came to power, the two sons were abolished, then restored to power, and the emperor came to court. It seems like it was just yesterday."

"But you look like you're in your early twenties..."

"It's not surprising that most people who practice Taoism have the ability to keep their faces beautiful. Thinking back, Empress Wu slaughtered my eldest grandson's lineage, the family withered, and the branch family was even worse. Because I had lived in the mountains for a long time, I ignored the government, I just escaped a catastrophe. Time is fate, you can’t blame God, you can’t help others.”

"Just...how does that monk have anything to do with you?" Liu Ganyin asked.

The eldest grandson Wuguo picked up the teacup and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't enter.

"It's not related," he said.

"He said you blew up his habitat?"

"It's the poor way."

"What's the reason?!"

"What's the use of keeping something that hurts people?" Changsun Wuguo took a sip of tea, "You didn't come today to find out the origin of me and that monk, did you?"

Without hesitation, Liu Ganyin immediately untied the money bag from his waist and gave it to the Taoist priest.

"Ask the Taoist priest to help get rid of the dirty things. This little care is a gift of thanks!"

"Put it away. I'm not interested in money anymore." Changsun Wuguo didn't even look at it, just drank his own tea, "I will help you. Get through the next five days and everything will be fine."

"But Daoist..."

"If you feel uneasy, you can come to me at any time during the day." Changsun Wuguo untied a dust whisk from his waist and handed it to Liu Ganyin, "Go back and hang it on the door, the sachet I gave you earlier Hang it over the bed. When it comes again, no matter what it says, you don’t respond. No matter how much its words touch you, you don’t answer a single word. Remember.”

Liu Ganyin took the whisk.Only when he held it in his hand did he realize that the small whisk was as heavy as a heavy weight.

For some reason, he felt his hands tremble.