Malay, a country with an area of only 2.5 percent and a population of only 2 percent of Xinhua, has existed as a subject country of Xinhua for hundreds of years.

Next to a village near the coastline in Malay is a huge courtyard with a two-story wooden house in the middle.

In the courtyard, many extremely bewitching flowers are planted, bright red like drops of blood, the sea breeze blows, and the fragrance of flowers is fragrant, all over the village.

Occasionally, a child wants to go to the yard to pick a bewitching flower, and the adults in the family immediately change their faces and pull the child back.

They are not afraid of the people in the yard, but simply of the flowers in the yard.

There are two ancestors and grandchildren living in the courtyard, they are very kind, but the old woman's voice is really harsh and ugly. Perhaps knowing this, the old woman rarely came out of the yard, and only the girl who was quite healthy and beautiful, with two dimples when she laughed, was often seen by the villagers.

And if the bright red flowers in the yard are touched with the body, the place where they are touched will immediately be red and swollen, painful and itchy, and then they will have a high fever.

There were three fools in the village, all of whom had become from that high fever. A few others escaped, but never dared to approach the courtyard again.

The villagers have complained many times because of those flowers, but although the family is kind, they have never made the slightest concession in this regard, and they will not give up planting that kind of bewitching flowers no matter what.

After a long time, the villagers will be careful not to let their children go near it.

In one of the rooms of the wooden house, there were all sorts of strange things, hair hanging on the wall, poisonous insects in glass jars, white bones of people and animals, and shelves with urns painted in bright colors.

There was a soft sound of "pop", which immediately alarmed the old woman lying in a rocking chair in the room, followed the sound to find it, and saw a slight slit on an urn.

"Huh, is this someone breaking my head-lowering technique?" the old woman said in surprise: "Who is so bold?"

The sound was so sharp that you couldn't help but want to cover your ears.

Carefully identify the urn and recognize it as the disgusting man who deceived her precious granddaughter and made her sad for many days. The person he was looking for to crack his head-lowering technique?

Hmph! The old woman sneered, and then chanted a spell in her mouth, to make the emanating Gu explode immediately, and it would directly pierce his heart.

But as she uttered strange syllables, the urn did not react at all, and the crack continued to expand, until it finally cracked in the middle with a "snap", and all the unknown dust in the urn was scattered.

"What a guts!" the old woman said angrily, and then cast a spell, she had a way to see the final picture of her own Gu.

Soon, a scene emerged in front of her: a solemn hall with three huge golden Buddha statues, with everlasting lamps and various offerings under the Buddha statues.

In the other direction, there were several monks, one of whom was a young monk standing on one side with a flat face, and the other three monks, two large and one small, sat cross-legged on the ground and closed their eyes and recited mantras.

"Phew, it's these damn monks. The old woman whispered a few words, and then laughed strangely: "You are really brave." Originally, the well water did not interfere with the river water, but even my head would dare to be broken, and if it was spread out, wouldn't there be more and more people who were bold?"

"Well, it's a monk from Xinhua, that seems to be a bit of trouble. This account can be settled later, but it is better to find that kid first and let him die in agony. The old woman said strangely.

Then he turned around and took down a wooden figure from the shelf, cut his finger and dripped some blood on it, and as soon as the blood fell on the wooden statue, it seemed to be sucked into it by a sponge, and penetrated directly into the wood.

The old woman estimated that it was almost enough before wrapping her hand with a bandage, and then gently stroked the wooden statue and smiled: "Little baby, let me find out where this kid is!"

As he spoke, he took out a photo from the shelf, with the birth date written on the back with a red pen, and a few hairs in the corner of the photo.

A gloomy wind blew through the room, then calmed down again.

The old woman finished the business, pushed open the door and went to a room on the second floor, where a young girl was standing in the window and looking out.

"Grandma!" the girl shouted, turning her head.

"Mingzhen, how are you feeling today?" asked the old woman gently.

"Oh no, I want to see that bastard die in front of me. Mingzhen said hatefully, a pair of bright eyes full of hatred. "He lied to me for so long after being engaged, I will definitely not let him go. ”

"Yes, you'll see. The old woman hugged the girl and murmured.

……

After that day, the man and the middle-aged woman took up residence on the mountain.

After worshipping the Buddha, the man's physical condition was somewhat better, and Xiuyan helped him prescribe medicine, and he was able to walk on the ground in two days.

"Thank you, Master, for saving me, otherwise I might not have been able to save my life. As soon as the man stepped to the ground, he immediately followed his mother to find Su and asked for thanks.

is 1.8 meters tall, although there are many injuries on his face, but he can also see from his eyebrows and eyes that his original appearance is also good. It's just that there is some frivolity between the eyebrows, but fortunately, after this incident, it looks a lot more stable.

"Peace is good. Su Wen said gently. After this incident, the donor can also understand some truths, and he knows whether it is a blessing or not. ”

"Yes, this incident has really made me understand a lot, and I won't be as Meng Lang as before in the future. The man bowed his head and said sincerely.

"That's good, the poor monk's efforts were not in vain. Su Wen smiled, then nodded to the two of them and took his leave.

"In the past, your father said that you didn't listen, but now you have suffered such a big loss before you know that you have converged. Fortunately, it's not too late, do it well in the future, your father and I are old, and we can't be teenagers anymore, I used to be afraid that you would lose the family business after it was handed over to you, but now that you have woken up, I am somewhat relieved. ”

The middle-aged woman said on the side, although her son suffered a big loss, but fortunately, there was nothing serious, and she was more stable than before, and she was much more relieved.

"Well, I know wrong. The man said, remembering the tragic situation of not being able to survive a few days ago, and he was also innocent. He said with hatred: "I didn't expect that woman to be so ruthless, not only to put me to death, but also to let me suffer and die." ”

"Son, don't provoke those people, we are all ordinary people, although we have some family business, but money sometimes can't solve the problem. And those people's methods are invincible, and you can't fight them. Now your father is looking for someone to find a way to deal with this matter, if the other party lets you go, don't think about revenge, and do things well in the future. ”

Hearing his mother say this, the man was angry. But he also knew in his heart that those gods and ghosts really couldn't be provoked. It's true that his family has money, but I've heard about it in the past two days, and no one can find anyone willing to help him solve the head lowering technique.

Later, I still heard others say that the abbot of the Pure Heart Temple has great powers, and he asked to come here to save a small life.

"Mom, don't worry. The man said. "I won't Meng Lang anymore in the future. ”

"That's for the best. The middle-aged woman smiled.

Now we'll see how that side can let go.