"Those words from the corpse collector"
"We ordinary monks didn't take the corpse collector's words seriously, so my uncle didn't care either."
"But then a strange thing happened that frightened everyone. The dead body actually moved. She pointed at Uncle Liao Yin who was standing at the door of the temple. Until the corpse collector took the body away, Uncle Liao Yin's face changed. Still pale, he asked us to clean up the blood on the door, wash away the blood on the stone steps, and pull out the nails on the door."
"We are not even allowed to talk about this matter to Master Guo. During the day, Master Guo came back from an outing. Apart from the monk's silence, he couldn't find any clues. It was almost night time because Master Guo did something. A mistake that cost him his life!"
"Uncle Master Liaoyin suddenly found Master Guo, and exchanged clothes with Master Liaoguo under the banner of friendship. Master Liaoguo has always been willing to respond to requests, so he exchanged clothes with Master Liaoyin."
"So that day, Uncle Yinshi wore the clothes of Master Guo, and Master Luoguo wore the cassock of the abbot of Uncle Yinshi."
"Not only that, Master Lioyin also exchanged meditation rooms with Master Liguo."
I couldn't help but shiver when I heard this. Master Yin was not using the banner of friendship. He simply wanted Master Guo to die for him!
He exchanged clothes and meditation rooms with Master Li Guo, and with their similar faces, it was like changing the day and night!
The woman holding the child didn't say a word, but her face became more and more ferocious. She didn't even notice that she held the child too tightly.
The child was crying loudly and was covered in black and purple.
Even though I knew this child was not a human being, I still couldn't bear it.
Jingchu continued to tell: "Uncle Liaoyin and Master Liaoguo exchanged identities in an attempt to escape the blood disaster, but he underestimated the resentment of the female benefactor."
"That night, the door of Qinglong Temple was knocked for no reason. The monk who guarded the door opened the door several times but no one was there. After that, a strange feeling filled the temple."
"Monks who went to the toilet fell in and were drowned in feces and urine. Several meditation rooms accidentally caught fire. The wall of the main hall suddenly fell down and killed a monk who was chanting sutras...A monk was dragged under the bed."
"I dressed up as a fruit because my uncle didn't escape either. He was hung on the ancient Buddha."
"When these weird things happened, I knew we were wrong, so wrong!"
"Even our Buddha no longer protects us. Our Buddha nature has long been lost. There was no one alive in Qinglong Temple that night."
"But because he was wearing the clothes of his great-grandfather, his great-uncle did not die. He was not there that night. One hour before dark, he was called by the people in the town to attend the funeral and escaped this disaster." .
"By the time Master Guo comes back, Qinglong Temple will already be in such a miserable state."
"Master Liguo cried bitterly all day long. After that, he removed Master Lieyin from the ancient Buddha, found the corpses of the monks, and buried them one by one. He wiped the Buddha clean and repaired the temple bit by bit, even if he himself There will be no more pilgrims after this.”
"The strange thing is that the ghosts of me and other monks are bound here by our own sins, while the souls of Master Luoyin disappeared directly."
"From then on, Master Guo always wore the cassock of his uncle Yin, changed his name to Yin, and stayed in Qinglong Temple for forty years with the word Yin."
"That's all I know."
Jingchu took a long breath and felt relieved after saying everything.
I was also relieved that I guessed it correctly.
mmd, I'm either gambling or risking my life all day long. There's no peace these days.
The cause I am pressing now, no, should be called the Master of Effect.
Master Liao Guo lived for forty years under the name Liao Yin, but Liao Yin, who took the name Guo, could not escape the blood disaster.
It's really quite ironic.
At this time, the woman holding the baby stood up slowly. She asked stiffly, expressionless, "Are you a Guo?"
I let go of Master Guo's hand.
Master Luo Guo's voice was mixed with some tremors: "Yes... I am Luo Guo...".
"Back then, my brother committed an injustice that resulted in the benefactor's death. I can bear this debt!"
"In the past forty years, I have been repenting and reciting sutras all the time for the murder of forty years ago..."
"My brother is dead. All I can do is to atone for his sins and apologize to the donor on his behalf..."
Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
I moved my brows slightly, feeling something was wrong.
The woman didn't say anything, she just listened quietly to Guo's confession.
In fact, this had nothing to do with Guo Guo. He forced himself to bear the blame of his brother.
My eyes were still on the baby, and the baby's voice almost disappeared. After several struggles, the woman forced him back.
This is not like a mother.
I leaned close to Jingchu’s ear and whispered, “Do you still remember the circumstances of this woman’s death forty years ago?”
Jingchu looked bitter: "How could I forget?"
"The female donor was holding the baby in her arms. She was pale all over, and all the blood was drained from her body. Her resentful eyes stared straight at us."
"No, I'm asking about the baby in the woman's arms. Was there anything weird about the babies in the women's arms forty years ago?"
"Baby? I remember that the baby was about the size of a palm...all black and purple...on the neck...on the neck." Jingchu suddenly woke up: "Yes, he seems to have something on his neck. A livid scratch...".
Goosebumps burst out of my skin immediately, and I poked him with my arm: "Is that so?".
Jingchu raised his head,
I saw the woman's hand move to the baby's neck at some point. The slender neck can be pinched with just a few fingers.
She gradually pressed harder, and her fingers easily dug into the baby's soft, ungrown neck.
The baby's cry is weak and soundless, and the last struggle of life is feeble.
I took two steps back, my face turned a little pale.
There are always rumors among the people that some ghosts will repeat their actions before death, reenacting their death or other behaviors again and again...
Finally the baby was motionless in her arms, like a little purple doll.
I secretly cursed that the baby was strangled to death by herself forty years ago! It’s not like being born and dying at all!
This old woman killed her own child before she died!
Her child died, and the woman didn't react at all, still looking expressionless.
Her voice was full of resentment: "I never thought that what I killed was the effect or the cause."
"I just want to kill everyone in Qinglong Temple!".
Suddenly an invisible hand grabbed my neck again and lifted me into the air.
This time it was even harder than the last time, full of killing intent.
I was wrong, fundamentally wrong!
I once thought that as long as the identity of Ling Yin was revealed, this woman's resentment would dissipate.
After all, Li Guo didn't know about the whole process, let alone participated in it. He only found out about it after the fact. Wasn't he unjust to be killed like this?
But I underestimated this woman's resentment. She never wanted revenge. What she always pursued was to kill everyone in Qinglong Temple!
Even if it has nothing to do with the outcome.
The corpse after her death did not refer to the cause at all, but to the Qinglong Temple behind the cause!
She strangled her child to death before she died. Regardless of whether she didn't want her son to be lonely in the world or what her mood was, this was undoubtedly an extreme!
She was so extreme in life, let alone after death.
She had saved his life because of her kindness before, so he arbitrarily judged that her nature was kind. He was really stupid.
He actually wanted to resolve the grudges of a vicious ghost who had dozens of lives on his hands. How could a vicious ghost be understood by humans?
Now it seems that she is not even ready to let me go.
But fortunately, I still have one last method to keep the bottom of the box.
I reluctantly fumbled for my phone and took a look: "11:59...."
"Geez, death is coming."
"Let's finish it together..."
