I didn't become a human today

Liang Xingye drew his sword, and this time he directly slashed at the dead man's body. The sword, which cuts iron like mud, could easily cut off his head, but when he swung the sword, something strange happened.

The dead man's head was indeed separated from the body, but the separated head only flew into the air for a moment, but did not fall to the ground, and was pulled back alive by the countless black threads that emanated from the head.

Only then did everyone realize that the body of Qian Yiyi's husband had already been covered with these black lines. No matter which part of the dead man they tried to cut off, these parts would eventually be pulled back by the criss-crossing marriage lines in the body and repaired. as ever.

He was originally an unkillable dead man, but now he was even more difficult to destroy. Even if they were supernaturally powerful, there was nothing they could do about such a dead man.

Liang Xingye and Ji Ran soon couldn't hold back anymore, the dead man broke through their line of defense and went straight to Qian Yiyi's side.

But at this time, Wu Sang, who was holding Qian Yiyi, fell down, and now it was all right, the dead man threw himself on Qian Yiyi's body, and quickly twisted off her head.

All this happened right next to the campfire, where everyone could see clearly.

The moment Qian Yiyi's head was twisted off, her husband's body gradually petrified in a kneeling position.Immediately after was Qian Yiyi's corpse. Her petrified face still maintained a terrified expression. The two of them, like broken statues, have been sleeping at the bottom of Wanfo Cliff since then. Just like what Qian Yiyi prayed for at the beginning.

The marriage line disappeared, and Qian Yiyi and his forced husband were finally together forever.

After this incident, Wu Sang was greatly frightened, after all, Qian Yiyi died beside her.

"It seems that there is really a problem with this Tianxi Temple. First Master Fahua, and then Qian Yiyi and his dead husband. They both died in the same tragic situation. They were all turned into stone." Ji Ran was very disturbed Looking at their petrified corpses, "I'm more worried about Buddha's tooth now, and I don't know what's going on with him."

"Don't think too much about it yet." Liang Xingye patted him on the shoulder, "Let's talk about it after we find a way out."

At dawn, it was already the third day they had been trapped at the bottom of the cliff. We were tired and hungry, and couldn't find a hanging ladder, so we had to take a long detour and find some relatively flat places to climb up.

"Did you smell anything?" Wu Sang asked everyone.

"What is the taste?"

"A burnt smell."

The two elder brothers of the Wu family laughed at her one after another, "Little sister, you must be hungry and faint."

"No, you smell it carefully. It really smells like smoke. It's not the smell of burnt food. It's the smell of burning flammable items."

"Could it be our previous bonfire?"

"It's not a bonfire. I put out the bonfire myself. Even if there is a smell of smoke, we've walked for so long, and it won't follow us so far."

Ji Ran and Liang Xingye sniffed it, let alone, the smell is getting stronger now.

In the clear sky, the mist at the bottom of the cliff suddenly became thicker, and everyone could vaguely hear ravings.The raving voice was different from the prayer voice coming from the Buddha statue, and it was extraordinarily distinct.

"There is a fire ahead, great, there are others at the bottom of the cliff!"

Everyone rushed to the direction of the fire, and in the smoke, there was a figure kneeling on the ground, still muttering to himself.

When everyone got closer, they realized that it was a monk.

The monk didn't know why he appeared at the bottom of Wanfo Cliff. When everyone walked up, no matter what they said to him, he ignored him, as if everyone didn't exist.

The monk was wearing a blue-gray robe, kneeling on the ground, using a broken Buddha head as a desk, and there were long scrolls scattered all over the place. What is even more strange is that the long papers all over the place are from The same scroll, one can imagine the length of the scroll.

The monk's hands were stained with blood. He smoothed the beginnings of the scrolls and carefully placed them on the broken Buddha's head. He kept copying scriptures in his hands. It seemed that he had been copying here for a long time. For a long time, half of the scrolls scattered on the ground were written, but this is the blame.

The fire they saw turned out to be the spontaneous combustion of the copied paper!

Every time the monk finished copying the scriptures, the part of the written scroll would spontaneously ignite until there was nothing left, and the monk had to copy it again, over and over again, endlessly.

"Little Master?"

"Little master, why are you copying the scriptures here? Also, why are the copied parts of the scroll automatically burned?"

No matter what people asked him, he didn't answer them, and he didn't even look up at them.

"Hush, don't talk yet, listen carefully to what he is muttering." Ji Ran told everyone to be quiet first.

The monk kept repeating a few words, and after listening to them for a few times, everyone finally heard clearly. What he said was: I have killed, and I beg the Buddha to forgive. The Buddha said that copying the scriptures a hundred times can eliminate killing. sins, a hundred times, a hundred times...

Ji Ran seemed to have discovered something, and quietly pulled everyone aside, "After copying this scripture once, it spontaneously ignited, let alone a hundred times, he couldn't finish copying it all over again. Looking at the scroll again, it is endlessly repeated. He came out from under him, I'm afraid..."

The three brothers and sisters of the Wu family couldn't help getting goose bumps when they heard Ji Ran's words and looked at the monk.

"Afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid it's not human." Liang Xingye spoke the second half of the sentence instead of Ji Ran.

The three brothers and sisters of the Wu family panicked instantly, "Then... is he... a ghost?"

Ji Ran nodded, "He probably didn't know that he was dead, he seemed to be confined here by something, he kept copying scriptures, who said that hell only exists underground, hell is everywhere, that monk, At this moment, he is in his own boundless hell."

"Then... is there a way to transcend?" Wu Sang glanced at the monk again, "Look, he is also to blame for not copying fast enough, and the scroll burned up and burned his hands."

Ji Ran shrugged, "Since it's his own hell, then only he can save himself. I'm not sure if I can help him, but I'm willing to try."

Liang Xingye saw that Ji Ran's nosy behavior had committed again, so he could only let him go.

Standing in front of the monk, Ji Ran was also sitting cross-legged, quietly watching him finish copying the scriptures. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the scroll that had copied the scriptures spontaneously ignited again. It starts with a sentence and burns to the last line.

Ji Ran looked at the signature on the last line after Chao wrote the scriptures, thought for a while, and then called out his name.

"Shangshan. Your name is Shangshan? Are you a monk from Tianxi Temple?"