Qin Bukong's behavior made me suddenly at a loss.
After knowing him for such a long time, this person has always been arrogant and arrogant, giving people a feeling that it is difficult to get close to him. Even if he is vulnerable, he never wants to let outsiders notice it. I guess even Gan Mu has never seen his vulnerability. Seeing him holding me and crying now, I don't know what to do.
So I pulled him up and bumped him against the wall, and said loudly, if you have anything to say, just say it, a real man, why should you cry when you are old... When I said this, I thought that when I cried bitterly just now, I would have already cried. Was discovered by Qin Bukong. So I coughed twice and said, why cry? speak nicely!
Qin Bukong still sobbed and refused to stop. From his crying, I felt that in addition to fear, there was sadness and sadness. This shows that when I "fell" into the darkness just now, Qin Bukong also experienced certain events similar to mine. In addition to frightening him, these events also brought back some sad past events. Just like me.
I reached out and took the vajra prong from Qin Bukong's hand to prevent him from becoming unstable later and going crazy and accidentally injuring me. When I took it in my hand, I looked at the dark Vajra Prong carefully. The difference from the other Vajra Prongs is that the Buddha statue on the handle is no longer a separate Buddha head, because just the Buddha head is actually very small. It is difficult to distinguish which Bodhisattva it is.
But this one is a seated person, but facing four directions, there are four faces that are roughly the same, but not exactly the same.
I know this. It is called "Brahma". In primitive Buddhism, he is the god of creation who responds to requests. In the Chinese and Southeast Asian areas, it is often called the "Erawan Buddha". His status in primitive Buddhism is equivalent to that of Pangu in us. The status in the Chinese nation is the same. The people who originally set up the eight-door array chose to use different types of statues of gods and Buddhas to cast vajra prongs. The eight gates were inserted with eight vajra prongs, interconnected with each other, and mutually reinforcing each other, thus making the entire array into a system for protection and harmony. For the purpose of suppression, it is a tool that gathers thousands of dead souls of all kinds for thousands of years. This kind of gathering has also slowed down the chaos of ghosts in the world to a certain extent, and has well protected this seal. It must be said that this kind of wisdom is probably something that few people can achieve in today's world.
After Qin Bukong cried for a while, he gradually stopped and seemed to have gradually controlled his emotions. So I asked him, what happened to you just now and why you were crying like a dog. Qin Bukong sighed, then shook his head, as if he didn't want to talk more. I squatted down and told him that I seemed to have fallen into an endless black hole just now, but I saw my master in it, but that was just the ghost here who knew the most fearful and vulnerable part of our hearts, so They just created a enchantment circle for us. Once we wake up, we will find a way to break away. This is how I broke away just now. Not only did I escape, it seemed that I also destroyed the ghost who became my master.
Qin Bukong blew his nose and said, you didn't kill the ghost alone. The ghost in Jingmen is very strange. It seems that it can be divided into many parts. If we enter the gate today, there are five, ten or even more people. If there are more, then each of us will be psychedelic to a place that belongs to us alone. This is why you could see the figure just now, but I couldn't.
I asked Qin Bukong, when I tried to pull you over just now, you looked scared. What on earth did you see? Qin Bukong looked up at me. The corners of his wrinkled eyes were red, with tears mixed with blood remaining on them. He asked me, do you really want to know that much?
I said yes. Now that the formation has been broken and the wooden root and vajra prong are in hand, I am also one of the participants. I have the right to know all the details. Qin Bukong stretched out his sleeve and wiped his face, wiping all the dirt around his eyes on his sleeve, and then he said. I saw a man, that was my father.
It seems that many ethnic minorities call their parents "Abba" and "Ama". In comparison, our Han fathers and mothers are much more concise and concise. Qin Bukong went on to say that his father had been dead for almost thirty years. Over the years, he rarely thought of or dreamed about his father, but just now was when the figure started to turn around. Suddenly, in the doorway, he saw a man wrapped around his waist and wearing a scimitar, with silver rings hanging around his ears and neck, and a hookah on his back with some beautiful feathers stuck on it.
Qin Bukong said that that person was his father, who he was before he died. When I saw my father at that time, I immediately recalled his appearance thirty years ago and recognized him at a glance. But Abba pulled out the scimitar from his waist with one hand, held a torch high with the other, and walked slowly towards him.
Qin Bukong told me that although my father's facial features could tell who he was, his expression became sinister and ferocious, giving him a vicious look when he saw him. I nodded and said that's it. It seems that the things we have experienced are similar, but the characters have changed. The master I saw at that time even called my name in the same tone, but his expression was also very fierce, as if he was just trying to kill me.
Qin Bukong made a V-sign with his right hand and then put it to his mouth. I didn't understand what kind of cult gesture this was at first, until he told me and asked me to give him a cigarette to smoke. I immediately took out a cigarette and lit it for him, and also lit one for myself. Before this, I had never seen Qin Bukong smoke a cigarette, not even once. Not only that, sometimes I would even get scolded by him for smoking at home. Now that he asks me to give him a cigarette, it must be a sign that he is extremely depressed.
He was a non-smoker, so the first puff of cigarette made him choke and almost cough his lungs out. While coughing, he continued to say to me, do you still remember that when I showed you my second mouth for the first time, you once mentioned to me that I killed a group of Japanese, but my My tribe wants to burn me to death?
I nodded and said I remembered, Qin Bukong sighed and said, the person who wants to burn me to death is my father.
As soon as he said these words, I was shocked. I have heard of many stories about fathers, mothers, and children not being close to each other, but tigers do not eat their children. Even if parents in the world dislike their children, they will never kill them, let alone burn them to death. Cruel way. The more shocked I was, the more Qin Bukong noticed. He smiled bitterly and said, "Why, you don't believe it, do you?" I didn't believe it at first, until he asked someone to tie me up and tied me to a stake in front of the whole clan. Until that moment, I still didn't believe it. But later, my father lit the torch himself, and then walked toward me holding a Miao knife in one hand and a torch in the other. At that moment, I knew that my father had murderous intentions.
I turned my head and looked at the doorway of Jingmen. Qin Bukong was running away like crazy just now, as if he was avoiding something. It must have been because that scene from back then appeared in his eyes again. As the saying goes, there is no greater sorrow than death. , his father wanted to burn him to death. For anyone else, I am afraid that at that moment, he would be the most sad and sad.
Qin Bukong went on to say, basically all my skills were taught to me by my father, and my father was the old priest in the village. People in the village were sick or injured, or the livestock did not give birth, and the crops were not harvested. Etc., these are all sacrificial rituals arranged by my father. Since I was a weirdo since I was a child, I rarely interact with people in the village. Children of the same age as me don’t like to play with me. My father knew that I was lonely, but he couldn't convince everyone to be friends with me, so he taught me those Taoist arts, witchcraft, spells, etc. since I was a child. He hoped that I could take over his class in the future and wait until he is a hundred years old. After that, the people in the village needed priests, and I naturally became the new priest. In this way, I would also be respected by everyone.
He took another puff of the cigarette and then spit it out without swallowing it. This behavior was tantamount to a shameless waste of tobacco. Then Qin Bukong said, my mother gave birth to four children, and I am the eldest. However, all of my younger brothers and sisters are healthy and smart, but I am the only one with a disability. one. This made me protect my younger siblings even more carefully. When they were young, every time they were bullied by other children in the village, he would be the one to help them out. However, every time he helped his younger siblings to stand up, the parents of those children would inevitably come to the house with their children to punish them. The reason is that I want my parents to take good care of their monster son and not let it out to scare other children.
When I heard this, I felt a little sad, because I have always believed that people cannot be so indifferent from birth. Qin Bukong's current character must have encountered a huge crisis at a certain stage of his life. Caused by accidents. Qin Bukong went on to say, every time when these things happen, my mother will cry silently alone, and my father will always sigh, and then comfort me and say that no matter what others think of you, you are our good son. But in the future, unless it is absolutely necessary, it is best to show less publicity.
Qin Bukong said that although he was young at the time, he could understand his father's intentions. Abba's reputation and status in the village come from his mastery of skills that others don't understand. If he can be like Abba in the future, he can win back what he has lost over the years. Therefore, he has not been in contact with outsiders for many years, which has resulted in his withdrawn and stubborn character. He knows that he is looked down upon by others, so he looks down on others. Over time, he began to like to be alone and did not like contact with others, but deep down, he actually longed to be accepted and recognized by everyone.
Until one day, there was a sudden flood in the village. After the water receded, many snakes appeared.
