I frowned: "Jingchu, are you awake? Or are you deliberately making fun of me?"
"I've been running in the mountains for so long and almost lost my life several times. What does it mean that I've already entered?"
Suddenly I realized something was wrong
I already know the true face of Jingchu,
There is no way Jingchu would see me like this again, after all, I escaped from Qinglong Temple before.
Unless he has actually met me?
Is that one step ahead of me?
My pupils froze, it was the old lady!
The old lady turned into me!
I grabbed Jingchu's shoulders: "You said I've already gone in?"
"when?".
Jing Chu blocked the door, holding the door panel with both hands, as if he was ready to close the door at any time:
"you have not answer my question yet?"
"Who are you and why are you pretending to be Zhang Asi?"
"A Zhang Asi has already entered Qinglong Temple, and now another one has come. Do you think you can get away with it?"?
I got angry and cursed: "You're lying, I'm the real one, is she a fake?"
Jingchu sneered: "You are Zhang Asi, is that right eye of yours a human?"
"Anything dares to come to Qinglong Pagoda. Even if we have turned into souls, we will not let evil spirits like you enter."
'Are you really afraid that Buddha will destroy you? '.
I covered my right eye: "This is a little unexpected, I don't have time to explain."
"Because the master is in danger, please let me in quickly."
"At least we read pornographic books together and sneaked into the vegetable garden together. I was scared to death by you. You can't even recognize me?"
Jingchu woke up suddenly, his eyes almost popped out.
'Little yellow book? It's not how you know about Little Yellow Book'
"No, no, you are Zhang Asi!"
"Who is that?"
Suddenly he seemed to have thought of something, turned pale and shouted: "Oh no, it's that evil spirit!"
"It's that evil spirit! She wants to harm my uncle!"
My face changed slightly: "What did you say? Do you know her?".
Jingchu turned around and rushed back, and I quickly followed.
As he ran, he said in panic: "It's that evil spirit. She has been trying to kill my great uncle all these years!"
"But in this important place of Buddhism, evil spirits cannot enter at all, unless the people inside take the initiative to open the door!"
"She pretended to be you, and I opened the door for her. She was so stupid! She was so stupid."
Jingchu beat his head in anger.
It suddenly dawned on me, and all my doubts were solved.
It’s not that the old lady didn’t know that Master was in Qinglong Temple, but she couldn’t get in or take action!
So she would wander in this uninhabited mountain, always thinking about Master Yin.
The last time she appeared outside Qinglong Temple, it wasn't just to save me, but to create an opportunity to strike.
The evil old lady cannot enter unless someone opens the door for her. Of course, Qinglong Temple cannot open the door for her.
But it would be different if I changed my identity.
Zhang Asi was able to enter and exit Qinglong Temple, and Zhang Asi gained the trust of Qinglong Temple.
She let me live in her home, and she took the opportunity to use my identity to come to Qinglong Temple.
No wonder, because the master said that Qinglong Temple has a curfew at night and no one is allowed to go out. It is probably the old lady who is on guard.
If she wants to take Master Yin's life, doesn't she want to take my life?
There will be death calamity at night...
I shouted at Jingchu: "When did she come in?"
Jingchu said regretfully: "Ten minutes ago."
"Master-uncle should be in the Zen room."
We were about to run to the meditation room when we suddenly heard a shrill scream.
It's Liao Yin's voice, coming from the backyard!
Jingchu and I's expressions changed and we hurried after him.
The miserable screams sounded several times along the way.
My heart couldn't help but twitch, now I share a life with Master Yin, and if he dies, I won't have anything to play with.
Jingchu was even more frightened and regretful, and his eyes were red when he heard Yin's screams.
I couldn't tell how much I blamed myself for letting the old lady in.
The sound kept coming from behind the vegetable garden in the backyard.
Jingchu and I are also familiar with that place. It is the cemetery of monks from Qinglong Temple.
When the two of us arrived and saw it, we were shocked.
Blood stained a large area of the ground red,
Master Lieyin knelt on the ground like a decayed old man,
Is the cassock on your body originally red, or is it dyed red by blood?
There was a person standing in front of him. This person was none other than the old lady in colorful clothes.
This time she was not using my appearance, but her own original appearance.
Jingchu threw himself on Yin and cried for his uncle.
I also rushed over and stood in front of Yin, bracing myself to confront the old lady.
The old lady smiled with her broken teeth and said, "Do you understand?"
"This child matter has nothing to do with you. You are not a bad person and I don't want to kill you."
"I have been waiting for today for forty years, but no one from back then can escape!!!".
The old lady's words were full of overwhelming resentment, even if you think about it, it's been forty years.
Her resentment has not disappeared at all, and she keeps thinking about taking Master Yin's life.
Fart, Liaoyin’s life is bound to my little life, why doesn’t it matter?
I calmed down and faced him head-on: "Madam, if you want to kill him, you might as well kill me first."
The old lady looked at her coldly and said: "These bald donkeys deserve to die! They pretend to be masters, but in fact they are not as good as little babies."
"Do you know why I saved you at the station that day?".
Without thinking about it, I already knew the answer: "Kindness".
She didn't get a helping hand that time during her lifetime, but I gave her a helping hand in an accident.
This incident somewhat overlapped with what happened forty years ago. It was something that the old lady longed for until her death.
The reality that has been created cannot be changed, and she can only find a sense of similarity in some places to make up for it.
The old lady's eyes suddenly oozed blood,
Her whole person also changed, her shrunken body gradually straightened up
The dry ravine has also become fuller, and the belly has grown again.
She seemed to be back forty years ago again.
The belly is as big as that of a woman in labor, and the blood vessels are clearly visible on the belly.
She gritted her teeth and confided: "They could obviously save me and save my child back then!!!"
"But they shut the door and let me cry."
She burst into tears, and the red blood flowed between her legs, and it flowed to my feet in a short time.
Pat... It seemed as if something heavy had fallen into the pool of blood.
I took a closer look and saw that it was a naked baby.
He clenched his little fists and curled up and cried. The only connection between him and his mother was the bloody umbilical cord.
She knelt on the ground and picked up the baby. She comforted the baby with her mother's kind eyes and patted the baby gently.
The voice also became much softer: "You know, my child was very lively and alive when he was born."
My eyes change,
She once narrated orally that she and her child died outside Qinglong Temple.
It seems that the baby was still alive when he was born. But I still couldn't get over it later.
Also, how can a pregnant woman with heavy bleeding and premature birth take good care of her baby?
Maybe this is my first time as a mother.
The master sat up unsteadily, looking at the baby with eyes filled with sorrow.
He wanted to touch the baby, but he reached halfway and then moved back in fear.
In the end, he clasped his hands together:
"Amitabha...Amitabha...Amitabha...".
"Sin...sin...ah...sin...".
Because the master cried,
He cried like a child who had just learned to understand.
Broken Star's tears splashed into a pool of blood, and it was no longer clear whose blood it was.
The cries of the old man and the cries of the baby were mixed together.
woo woo woo woo.....
The crying suddenly became louder, and I realized it when I moved my eyes slightly.
I don’t know when there were many more people nearby.
They stood together in the dark, like a pile of walls, and like little people holding hands.
I recognized them. They were monks from Qinglong Temple.
The monks were also crying, their cries echoing with pity, regret, and pain.
The cries of the crowd resonated into a song of lamentation, telling the story of the tragedy forty years ago.
Master Liaoyin raised his hand with tears in his eyes. In his hand was a short knife.
Zila... He made a deep wound on his shoulder.
Seeing this, Jingchu panicked and didn't choose a way out. He was about to stop but was stopped by Yin: "Jingchu! This is my fault!".
After finishing speaking, he said to the woman and the baby in her arms: "That day, you knocked at the temple door two hundred and three times."
"Every time I heard it clearly, every time it was a wake-up call for our numbness and filthy crimes."
"Today I have wounded myself two hundred and three times. You can take my life away after I have wounded myself."
Only then did I realize that all the wounds on the master's body were made by himself?
Those wounds were seventy or eighty years old, if not a hundred, that's why so much blood was shed.
The most terrifying thing is that the master was so injured that he could still stay awake and even hurt himself!
Naturally, I can't just watch this anymore.
If Master Liaoyin really hurt himself more than 200 times, there would be no need for a woman to kill him, he would bleed to death.
I grabbed Master Yin's hand and said to the woman with a deep breath: "He is not Yin at all!".
'The master died forty years ago! '
