"Fresh-meat Bodhisattva?? The head, not the flesh-bodied Bodhisattva?"
"No, it's not the same thing at all."
He shook his head and explained: "The Bodhisattva in flesh is something exclusive to enlightened monks, but the Bodhisattva in fresh flesh is indeed a thing made by man to harm others."
The boss said with a solemn expression: "I saw this thing once with my own eyes in Guizhou twenty years ago. I still remember that my master Wang Pingping said that only corpses with great resentment can be used to make this thing. I only know a rough idea. , it takes eighty-six days to take shape after being placed in the coffin.”
"Within two hours after a person dies, a hole is made in the back of the head, all the brain matter is extracted with a needle, and then a prepared witchcraft medicine is injected with a needle," Baotou said.
"What witch medicine? What is it used for?" I asked hurriedly.
Speaking of witch medicine, it involves witch doctors. Dr. Fan once said that witch doctors are the most mysterious medicine, and even she, a master of traditional Chinese medicine, knows very little about it.
Just listen to the leader say: "I don't know, as for the use of that witchcraft medicine, some people say it may have the effect of stimulating the nerves, and some people say that this witchcraft medicine can make the memory of the dead remember the last few people he saw during his lifetime. , or the last scene he saw before his death.”
"I'll go! Take the head!"
Dou Sprout's face turned pale and he said, "That's what you say! Even if the old Gu King dies, he still remembers us! What kind of physical Bodhisattva will he seek to take revenge on us!"
He looked at Douyazai and said seriously: "Even if the dead person becomes a physical Bodhisattva, he will not open his eyes, but he is lying in the coffin with an obsession in his mind, and in the end that obsession will turn into a desire for revenge." Resentment, it will curse a few of us all the time, and it won’t be over until something happens to us.”
"Why Yazai, you don't believe it?"
Dou Sprout coughed twice and said nothing.
The head warned: "Remember my words, you don't have to believe this kind of thing, but by the time you do, it will be too late."
For thousands of years, people have said that the physical Bodhisattvas on Mount Wutai have magical powers and are very spiritual. Not everyone can worship them. Those who are destined to worship can not only have their wishes come true, but most of them can turn their misfortunes into reality. Ji, take shelter from disasters. On the other hand, this kind of fresh meat Bodhisattva is also the same. He has seen more weird things in his first life than the two of us put together. Anyway, I believe what the boss says.
Suddenly remembering a detail, I quickly asked: "Boss, how many days did you just say it would take for this thing to take shape?"
"Eighty-six days." He tilted his head thoughtfully.
"Eighty-six days...."
If I remember correctly, estimate based on time! The old Gu King died almost two and a half months ago! It will be eighty-six days in a few days!
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat!
If it hadn't happened that Dou Sprout had itchy hands and called me to dig the grave in the middle of the night! Who can discover this?
If this thing really works, then we don’t even know how we will die!
If he hadn't been knowledgeable and recognized the old Gu King, he would have become a Bodhisattva! Then we wouldn’t take this matter as seriously as we do now!
If you think about it carefully, you will see that there is a bit of evil in the fog.
We didn't have the time to look for burial objects now. After burning the person and backfilling the grave, the rest of us hurried back and arrived at the original place where the old Gu King was buried.
Everything in the grove seemed to be the same as before, but I could tell at a glance that the soil where the body was buried had been turned over by someone!
I hurriedly dug down and took a look, only to find out that the gun disappeared with the old Gu King's body, and the pistol Qin Xida gave me was also missing!
It was already early in the morning. It rained last night, and the entire Dahoushan Miao Village was covered in fog. At this time, the fog around the grove was very heavy, and the visibility was less than ten meters.
He rubbed his head and temples, put his hands behind his back, and stared to the southwest.
I also looked around, not to mention the scenery, I couldn’t even see the road, it was all blocked by the heavy fog.
But his head suddenly murmured to himself, and he said: "Yes, it's you, I saw you..."
