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It was already evening.
The red sunset set off the golden glazed tiles. It should have been lively and brilliant, but unfortunately the clouds were extremely low and the wind was extremely cold. The sunlight penetrated through the clouds and coated everything in the world with a layer of cold gray.
On the top of Yeshan Mountain, there is a deserted and secluded courtyard somewhere in Qianfo Temple.
At this time of year, the grass and trees elsewhere are still green, but the trees here are withered and yellow, and the leaves have fallen all over the ground early.
"rustle."
Thin bamboo tips scraped against the bluestone slab, but a sweeping monk was cleaning up the fallen leaves alone. He had his back to the courtyard door and couldn't see clearly. All he could see was that his movements of dragging the broom were quite uncoordinated. If you look closely, you could see that he was twitching slightly from time to time. Could it be that he is disabled?
"Senior brother."
Suddenly, a childish voice sounded, and a young monk poked his head out of the courtyard door.
The monk paused when he heard this and turned around slowly.
"I recently went up the mountain and didn't know the way. I went out to look for the master today, but I accidentally lost my way..."
The young monk was quite afraid of strangers. He hid most of his body behind the wall and did not dare to raise his eyes to see the monk. He lowered his head and only talked, but did not see -
On the face of the monk who turned around, one eye was curved with a smile, but the other eye was wide open and the bloodshot eyeball was like a mouse trapped in a cage, spinning around uncontrollably.
"I didn't see any other senior brothers along the way, and I don't know where they went..."
The young monk was still lowering his head and talking, but the monk was approaching step by step. The monk's walking posture is very strange. He always steps forward with one foot and then drags the rest of his body forward, as if there are two souls that do not belong to each other living in the same body.
The monk kept this weird posture and approached the young monk step by step, but the young monk didn't notice at all and only lowered his head and spoke.
finally.
This strange monk stood in front of the young monk, and his bent eye suddenly opened. He did not lower his head, only his bloodshot eyes were lowered, staring at the young monk. Then, the five fingers curled into claw-like shapes and reached towards the top of the young monk's head...
"bad!"
Suddenly, there was a strange scream in the courtyard.
A figure jumped down from the wall, holding a wooden stick in his hand. With a "dong" sound, it hit the monk's head to pieces.
The monk didn't even hum a word and fell down in response.
The sneaker stood firm, took several deep breaths, and then raised his head, revealing an old face full of wrinkles. It was the old monk who realized that the young monk was naturally good.
"Move quickly."
The old monk calmed down and without saying a word, he rushed to the courtyard gate and blew up the wind.
The young monk also hurriedly knelt down and took out a kettle. As soon as he removed the stopper, a stench hit his mouth and nose. With this pungent smell, there’s no need to guess what’s in the kettle. It’s more elegantly called “golden juice”, which in layman’s terms means dung water. But the young monk was not polite. He opened the monk's mouth and gave Gululu a big mouthful.
After finishing the drinking, he said "offended".
He then took out a coil of rope from his lower back and flipped the monk over, but before he could tie up his hands and feet, the monk's limbs suddenly trembled, and then began to twitch strangely, like a puppet hanging on a stage. The silk thread was twisted in one place.
The little monk was panicked. He had never done anything like this a few times before!
He didn't know what to do, so the monk pressed his hands and pressed his feet again when his feet moved.
Just then.
"Click."
With the sound of bones breaking, the young monk's wrist tightened. He looked around in panic and saw that all the joints of the five fingers on the monk's hand were reversed and clasped his wrist.
Before I could scream, there was another "click, click, click...", like a malfunctioning gear.
He followed the sound and saw that the monk's face suddenly turned to his back, and little red hairs grew and spread rapidly on his face. The eyes that were wandering around suddenly became fixed, and the black and red pupils were pointed directly at Ben Shan. The little monk's breathing suddenly stopped, and his mind was blank.
"Get out of the way!"
There was a shout in his ear, and he made up his mind to hide.
The bluestone as big as a millstone whizzed down and hit the monk's head, which was getting more and more ferocious. It was like crushing a rotten egg. With a crunching sound, a red slurry as thick as snot sprayed all over the ground.
Beside him, the old monk put away his throwing posture, clasped his hands together, lowered his eyelids and softly recited a few verses.
"The nature of the corpse is deep, but there is no way to save it."
…………………………
Looking at the monk's body, the young monk was a little dazed for a moment.
Will I become like this too?
No! No! No!
As soon as this thought came up, he quickly shook his head, and I had already vomited out the corpse blood... although the method was not very beautiful.
He couldn't help but look at the body again, and secretly rejoiced: Fortunately, Master found me first last night.
When I think of the scene last night, I can immediately picture it in front of my eyes - under the waning moon, in front of a boiling cauldron, the monk slit his neck and squeezed out the sticky blood...
This situation is shocking enough, but Master actually said that the culprit of all this is...
At that time, Ben Shan could only think of the words said by Uncle Nan who looked like a bandit.
"Our three ancestors are the first-class divine monks in the world. If they are possessed by demons, they will be the first-class demons!"
well!
The little monk slapped his forehead and looked at my crow's mouth.
………………
While Benshan was thinking wildly, the old monk had already walked to the other end of the courtyard, where there was a garden arch, which was tightly blocked by the door.
The old monk reached out and pushed the door open, but when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped.
"Basically kind..."
He called out softly, and the young monk came back to his senses and replied blankly.
"What's wrong? Master."
The old monk did not look back.
"Do you remember the way up the mountain?"
Benevolence without hesitation:
"Remember."
"Do you still remember what I told you about the changes in the temple?"
To this question, the young monk hesitated and did not answer. It was not that he had forgotten, but that he felt panic and uneasiness inexplicably in his heart. He caught up with the master, reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, lowered his head and said nothing.
The old monk noticed his disciple's behavior, but he still didn't look back. He just asked in a more serious tone.
"Remember?"
The little monk slurred his lips, but still responded.
"Remember."
"That's good."
The old monk laughed and spoke again.
"In that case, go down the mountain!"
The little monk's eyes suddenly widened.
"Master?!"
"Ami...sigh."
The old monk was about to sing a Buddhist chant, but he sighed mid-sentence.
"I have my responsibilities, but you also have your mission..." After Zhuowu said this, he paused, turned around, touched his disciple's round and smooth little head, and his face was There is kindness in every fold.
"Don't worry, just go down the mountain and I'll come right after."
……………………
The old monk stood for a long time, watching the young monk turn his head three times and gradually disappear, and then he turned around and opened the courtyard door.
There is no courtyard behind the door, only a whole piece of rock protrudes from the cliff, supporting a platform, on which is built a simple octagonal bell pavilion, in which hangs a bronze bell covered with green rust.
The old pavilion and rusty clock fell deserted on the rock. Their gray and old appearance seemed to be integrated with the rock. It was not as gorgeous and exquisite as the temple behind them. Overall, it looked like a piece of brocade with a piece of hemp on it.
But it was this piece of burlap that stood on this rock when the temple was first built.
The old monk still remembers that when he was a young monk, his master took him to visit Thousand Buddhas Temple. He first went to the old temple at the foot of the mountain, then worshiped the Three Body Buddha in the Cave of Transforming Demons, and then came to look at the old bell.
At that time, when his master informed him of his responsibilities in this lineage, he rarely used some vulgar language.
"We are here to wipe the butts of these bald donkeys! Realize, remember, if such a day comes, this bell will be the key!"
At that time, I still accused Master of violating the "precept of anger", but now...
"Bald donkey!"
In front of the pavilion, I realized that my eyelids were twitching.
The closer you look, the more you can feel the huge and heavy weight of the bronze bell. Needless to say, the bronze bell is about 10 feet tall. The bell pestle next to it is about the size of a person’s arms. It is hung with a wrist-thick iron cable. It is hard and shiny, and is obviously not an ordinary wood.
But……
The iron rope at the end of the bell pestle has suddenly broken, and the tail of the bell pestle is deeply embedded in the rock. Even if it is caused by accumulation over time, it shows how heavy the bell pestle is.
Didn’t these bastards in the temple think about repairing it? !
The old monk was so angry that he scratched his head. At this moment, there was a bit of coolness on his forehead. He raised his head and felt the heavy rain hitting his face.
Time is running out!
He put away his angry look, quickly rushed into the pavilion, took off his monk's robe, revealing his thin and old body, and then hugged Zhong Pei.
Drink haha...
The old monk's red neck had veins popping out, and his withered body seemed to be injected with inexplicable vitality. He actually pulled the heavy bell out of the rock inch by inch.
Then.
He took another deep breath and gritted his teeth.
Trembling, determined, and struggling to deliver.
"Boom."
Invisible sound waves shook away the raindrops.
The sound of the bell is deep and melancholy, reaching straight into the inner demons.
