when

When I was surprised, I felt something wet behind me put on my shoulder, and at the same time an old voice sounded.

This sound made the hairs on my body stand up, as if there were hairs wrapped around my ears, trying to get into my ears.

I didn't dare to look back. The old beggar told me not to look back. If I did, something bad might happen. I suppressed the discomfort, but the voice continued to talk to me.

"You heard it, right? If you heard it, just reply. How did your family teach you? No one taught you etiquette! Are you an orphan?!"

This voice is getting more and more irritating, and my heart is filled with anger. Do you think I'll just let it go? Talk about my family? What I hate the most is people calling me an orphan! Although I don’t know who my parents are, I hate people saying this about me the most! I turned around sharply and cursed behind me.

"Go ahead! Try saying it again!"

When I turned around, I saw the person speaking behind me. It wasn't a person I was thinking of, but a ball made of hair-like things. There was a big mouth in the middle of the ball, and the voice came from inside. .

"Stupid! You are the first one to look back in hundreds of years! Hahaha! Ah——!"

Before the spherical object made of hair said anything, it let out a huge scream and split into two parts. An unknown black liquid flowed from the section. I shivered and turned around quickly.

Then no one spoke again along the way, and they walked peacefully for a long time. The old beggar in front stopped and the two paper figures suddenly started to burn, and in an instant they became flying. Ash.

The old beggar then turned around and said to me, "Did you just reply on the road?"

"…Um."

I didn't listen to the old beggar's words and felt a little guilty, so I bit the bullet and agreed.

The old beggar was a little stunned when he saw what I said.

"Why didn't you die suddenly after you agreed?"

"Is it that serious?!"

Although I was frightened a lot today, the old beggar's words still shocked me. Seeing that I didn't seem to be faking it, the old beggar was a little dazed.

"People have their own paths, and ghosts have their own paths. I also borrowed the favor of my ancestor in my lineage to take you on this road. Four hundred years ago, there were people in our lineage who walked back on the road. If you lose your head, you will only have half your body left when you reach your destination.”

After saying this, the old beggar stared at me, his eyes showing pity and unstoppable... curiosity? "What exactly did you see?"

I was also curious about the identity of the monster on the road, so I told the old beggar the truth. The old beggar fell silent after hearing it.

"The thing on you is so vicious that it can even kill the monsters on this ghost road. We can't delay it any longer. Come with me!"

After the old beggar finished speaking, he turned around and walked forward. I hurriedly followed him, and as I was walking, I saw a big cauldron and a... temple appearing in front of me. "Old bald man! I'm here to find you!"

The old beggar slapped the temple door hard, making a loud sound. After a while, the temple door opened with a creak. The person who opened the door was a young monk who saluted the old beggar.

"It turns out to be the great benefactor. The abbot is in retreat and is unable to welcome him. If you have anything to do, just let me know."

"You know nothing! No one can do anything about this without your abbot! Let us in!"

As the old beggar was talking, he wanted to go inside, but the young monk quickly stopped him. I thought that the young monk would definitely not be able to stop the old beggar, who was so strong and inhuman. Unexpectedly, the old beggar did not force his way in, but just walked in. Shouted at the door.

"Old Baldy! Come out! Something big happened!"

"What's the big deal?"

At this time, an old voice came from inside, as hoarse as sandpaper rubbing on a concrete floor, which made me feel uncomfortable all over.

"You are finally willing to come out, come and see this guy!"

The old beggar poked his head inside and waved for me to come over. I was very curious about who the old bald donkey the old beggar was talking about, so I hurried over.

I saw a man in monk's robes standing inside the door. As for why I didn't say he was a monk, it was because the hair on this man's head was half a meter long, and the roots were white, like a white-haired zombie, with long nails on his hands. , twisted together like branches.

"Old Baldy, have you grown hair?"

The old beggar looked at this man, obviously very surprised.

At this time, the little monk who opened the door spoke.

"The abbot has been in seclusion for three years. During this period, he only drank water and did not eat fasting meals. He never left the house to get shaved. It is normal for his hair to grow long."

Not leaving the house for three years? Just drink water and not eat? Is that human being? I was very surprised, but seeing this guy acting like this, I believed him a little bit.

"No more nonsense. I came to you today to show you what bad luck this guy has got. It's scary. Look at my neck."

As the old beggar spoke, he raised his chin to show the abbot the blood marks on his neck. The abbot's face was covered by his hair, so he pushed his hair away with his nails with some difficulty, revealing his face with a surprised expression.

"Amazing!"

"Two lives have been lost now. Let me take a look. You Buddhists are very knowledgeable about this thing. Can you tell what it is?"

After the old beggar finished speaking, he pointed at me, and the abbot looked straight at me. His bright eyes were like two sharp swords. He stared straight at me until I had difficulty breathing. I don't know how long it took before he finally looked away.

"I can't control this matter, take him and leave quickly! Don't stay here with me."

"You old bald...old shaggy old man! My temper has gotten worse today. You have to take care of it, and you have to take care of it. Even if you don't care, tell me what it is. Why don't I take care of it?"

The abbot clasped his hands together, turned around and walked towards the temple regardless of what the old beggar said. I was a little anxious. What did this monk mean? Just leave like that? So he spoke hurriedly.

"Master! Master! Don't leave! Tell me what you see!"

"have nothing to say!"

The abbot didn't even turn around to talk to me. I immediately became anxious, and all the anger and depression I had accumulated recently came out in one breath.

"Okay, just leave it alone! Anyway, two lives are nothing in your eyes! The heads of two people just fell off like that, and the blood spurted out like that! I might die like this today, it's dirty for you I don’t think you even blinked an eye!”

When the abbot heard what I said, he stopped, sighed, turned around slowly, and walked towards me.

"What cannot be done cannot be done. The greatest suffering in the world is not being able to ask for something. Does the donor really want to force it?"

"I don't understand those big principles. I just want to emphasize that two lives, including mine, are three."

Chapter 10 Scared me to death

The abbot stood there quietly. After a long time, he sighed and said to me, "Then come with me."

The old beggar also wanted to follow, but was stopped by the abbot.

"Old bastard, why are you stopping me? Why are you so abnormal today?"

The old beggar shouted with dissatisfaction. The abbot did not explain, but asked the young monk to stop the old beggar.

I glanced at the old beggar, and he slapped me angrily.

"If you want me to follow you, just follow me. Don't be too nagging. Although I don't want to admit it, there are not many people who are better than this old bastard. If he can't save you, I won't be able to save you that day either."

When did this old beggar become so humble? I couldn't believe it. This old beggar's nostrils were as tall as the sky. I was so impressed by this old monk. A glimmer of hope arose in my heart, and I hurriedly followed the old monk inside.

The old monk walked at a leisurely pace, but no matter how much I chased him, I was still a few steps behind him. I trotted twice, but I couldn't shorten the distance between us! This is such a master. The stranger this old monk behaves, the greater my confidence becomes.

"Just right here."

The old monk took me into the main hall. There was a huge Buddha statue sitting in the middle. Because my grandfather was a yin-yang man, I had never been interested in Buddha statues and couldn't recognize them. I probably knew it was a statue of Sakyamuni, but I didn't know which one it was.

"boom!"

The old monk threw a futon at me, but I didn't react or catch it for a moment. The futon was thrown right in front of me. The old monk's face was covered by his long hair, and his expression couldn't be seen. Only his voice was as cold as ever.

"Sit, no matter what happens, don't get up. You will leave when your shadow comes back."

After the old monk said these words, the candles in the main hall collectively flickered, as if a dark wind was blowing, but I didn't feel any draft in the main hall. I couldn't help shivering, and quickly sat cross-legged on the futon.

When the old monk saw that he was sitting down, he started to circle around me with his hands clasped together. I didn't know what the old monk was doing, so in order to divert my attention, I counted the old monk's steps. This count really made me discover something. The old monk took seven small steps before taking a big step.

I was lost in thought when the old monk suddenly stopped and stood there quietly. My chest began to hurt, as if a group of rats were scratching and scratching my chest. Damn, he rushed in and ate my internal organs.

"ah--!"

Under this kind of painful torture, I yelled out and stretched out my hands to tear my shirt. My strength was surprisingly strong under this kind of pain, and the chemical fiber T-shirt was torn to pieces by me.

As soon as I pulled it, I was horrified to find that there was a black shadow on my chest, and the tearing pain was just gone. The black shadow was just a ball at first, and then it began to deform on its own, and gradually turned into a Black human hand, and in the middle of the hand is my heart! "Abbott! This! This! This!..."

I was completely panicked. This black hand seemed to be trying to scratch my heart. I could only helplessly ask the old monk for help. The old monk didn't answer me, but suddenly took a step forward.

The old monk's move was like a sledgehammer hitting my heart. My eyes burst into tears and I couldn't help but groan.

"This donor, you will be in pain next time. For the sake of the two innocent people who died, please don't kill me no matter how painful you are, okay?"

I felt a little ridiculous. I had no enmity with this old monk, and he was saving me. Why would I want to kill him? I spoke hastily.

"Abbott, I would never have such an idea!"

As soon as I said these words, I was shocked. The voice was hoarse, like nails scratching on a blackboard. It was not my usual voice at all.

"Very well, I'll continue."

After the old monk finished speaking, he continued to take a step forward. As soon as he took this step, I felt as if my heart had been pierced, and something seemed to be grabbing my ribs and tearing them.

I felt hot in my nose, as if some liquid had been left behind.

I stretched out my hand and wiped my nose. I reluctantly opened my eyes and saw that my hand was completely dyed red. I hurriedly continued to wipe my nose, but it was completely unable to stop the nosebleeds from flowing down.

The old monk took another step forward. The strong smell of rust filled my mouth, and then a large stream of blood spurted out! I felt like my head had turned into a punctured water balloon, and blood was pouring out from my nose, eyes, and ears.

Kill him! Kill this monk! An uncontrollable crazy thought came to my mind. I stared at the old monk in front of me. As long as the old monk took another step forward, I would rush up, grab his neck hard, and choke him. Kill him! "Why!"

In a daze, I heard the old monk sigh, and the crazy murderous intention in my heart suddenly began to subside. Thinking of the old monk's words, I felt a huge sense of guilt in my heart. I actually wanted to kill this monk. ! "very good."

The old monk may have noticed that I had woken up, so he complimented me, and continued to take a step forward. With this step, it was as if a bomb had been inserted into my mind, my eyes went dark, and I was completely lost. consciousness.

I don’t know how long it took before I woke up. When I opened my eyes, I found that I had left the futon and squatted on the ground. The old monk was only one step away from me. At such a close distance, I You can see the expression of the old monk hidden by his long hair, which is a happy expression.

.

"you're awake?"

"Um."

At this time, I found that my voice had returned. It was no longer the hoarse voice. Although my face was sticky, there was no longer the painful feeling of tearing in my chest. After a few days of exhaustion, my whole body was full of energy. Vitality.

He couldn't help but speak in surprise.

"Abbott? Am I ready?"

"Well, you're okay.

After the donor leaves my house, don’t tell others that you have been here, and try not to come into contact with anyone. Can you do that? "

The old monk said it very seriously. I nodded quickly. The worst I can do is never go out again! It’s better than losing your life! "That's no problem! Master, I will definitely donate a large amount of incense to you when I get rich in the future."

"No need, donor, let's say goodbye and never see you again."

The old monk's dismissive tone made me very shocked, but since he was a lifesaver, I didn't have much to say. I just stood up in a hurry, bowed to the old monk, and turned around.

"Oh my god! It turns out to be the young master. Why didn't he say anything when he came in? It scared me to death."

As soon as I turned around, I saw the young monk who opened the door for me and the old beggar standing there, so close that I almost bumped into his face and couldn't help but scream.