The night was slaughtered, the sky wanted rain, so Mu Sheng put Sui Shusan on the grass bunk, and hurriedly held the lamp to check Sui Shusan's injuries, only to see that the flesh and blood on Sui Shusan's chest were blurred, as if he had been seriously injured, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

was helpless, Sui Shusan suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, his face was flushed, he opened his mouth but couldn't speak, his hands trembled in the air, like a ghost, with indescribable weirdness and horror.

Sui Musheng brought a bowl of water and said anxiously: "Dad, drink saliva first, what is under the tomb, why are you injured like this?"

"Daddy, Daddy!" Mu Sheng burst into tears. Suddenly, Sui Shusan stretched out his hand, put a ring-like thing in Sui Musheng's palm, and then lit a little water, and clicked a little at the center of his eyebrows, Sui Musheng was looking at it and wondering, but Sui Shusan suddenly paused his hand, and then hung down, and never raised it again.

"Daddy!" thunder thundered from the sky, shocking the people, mocking the young man who knelt on the ground. The cycle of life and death, falling into the afterlife is a cycle of heavenly principles, but people are not plants and trees, and there are always a few people who are worthy of your nostalgia.

Since then, there is only one person left, wandering, time seems to have lost its meaning, ignorant of the world, waiting for the verdict of death. Is there really anyone who can be with each other for a lifetime?

The thunder roared, refining the lonely soul, and no one gave an answer. Sui Musheng whimpered and lay next to Sui Shusan, just last night, the two of them were still chatting on the grass bunk, not wanting to be separated by yin and yang today.

When suffering comes unexpectedly, sometimes I want to go back to yesterday and the past, to the happy times of the past, but maybe it is because I can't go back that suffering can be called an experience.

The next day, bury the third uncle, then Musheng in front of the Buddha statue of the temple of the bitter robbery on the spirit card of the third uncle, bow to the ground. "Daddy, the baby will come back to see you. Then Musheng said softly.

Standing up, Sui Musheng remembered what Sui Shusan gave him before he died, first a short stick stained with sludge, then Musheng found some water to wash it, and was shocked to find that it was a seven-colored flute, the material seemed to be jade, and the flute body was smooth and flawless, and it was not an extraordinary product at a glance.

I just wanted to try the sound when I put it to my mouth, but suddenly my chest suffocated, and then I let out a long sigh and put it in my bag.

I rummaged through my pocket, and took out the ring-like thing and took a closer look, only to see that the ring looked like black jade, and was covered with strange Sanskrit mantras, which seemed to be an unlucky thing.

Walking out of the gate of the Bitter Robbery Temple, the cold sun shone on the body, and the whole body seemed to be in a completely strange place, unfamiliar streets, unfamiliar faces, unable to see the past and the future, but the road still has to go on, take a big stride, gradually, go far.

Walking in Andingcheng Lane, the tide of last night's thunderstorm has not dissipated, and the familiar sound of selling is in my ears, but it has become so far away, thinking back to the point that Sui Shusan ordered before his death last night, Sui Musheng is still confused.

Suddenly, I heard the roadside vendors whispering, "The thunder last night was so terrifying, I heard that almost all the mass graves were razed to the ground by the thunder." Another: "Yes, yes, I really don't know who did a lot of evil in his life, and after his death, he caused a thunderstorm." "Shhh ”......

Then Mu woke up violently, and walked quickly to the mass grave on the outskirts of the city, but saw that the mass grave at this moment was full of people, there were monks chanting scriptures, and there were also great gods who practiced the law, and the onlookers talked about the events of last night, some said that the evil demon had come into the world, some said that the evil deeds were serious, the adults talked loudly, and the children were playing and playing beside them, which was very lively.

Through the noisy crowd, Sui Musheng carefully searched for the strange tomb, but after the thunder, the grave had already been flattened, and the fragments of the tombstone and coffin were scattered everywhere, and several searches ended in vain.

So Mu Sheng sat on the ground hatefully, carefully thinking about every weird detail of last night, and was about to get up and continue looking for it for a while, when suddenly someone behind him squeezed him.

He was startled, and when he looked back, he saw several richly dressed children frolicking, one of whom held his left hand high and flaunted the wrench on his thumb.

"This is a gift from my father, and it's worth thousands of taels. ”

"Wow......" The children cast envious glances, only to see that this wrench is with topaz as the body and gemstones as the embellishment, shining in the sun, and it is majestic.

Then Mu Sheng felt a pain in his heart, it seemed that this scene, these words pierced his sore spot, and he couldn't help but feel the ring that looked like black jade from his personal pocket, his father was gone, maybe he would only have this ring with him in the future. Thinking so, Mu Sheng casually put the ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

Suddenly, the ring seemed to flash a few times, and it was instantly clamped on Sui Musheng's finger.

"Ahh

Ten fingers connected to the heart, and the heart-rending pain made Mu Sheng kneel on the ground, moaning loudly, and his mind was almost taken away from him. When the people around saw this strange situation, they all thought that Sui Musheng was possessed by evil spirits, and they fled in all directions with screams, only a few monks who were doing it rushed out of the cracks and helped Sui Musheng up, "Donor......"

Then Mu Sheng fainted.

............

The dusk drums are far away, the birdsong is fading, and everything will return to night. People come from darkness and go to darkness, but there are always reasons for people to wake up unconsciously, even if it is only for a moment of light.

Then Mu Sheng slowly woke up, only to see hazy oil lamps, quaint tables and chairs, curling incense burners, solemn Buddha statues, that kind of quiet and comfortable, frozen time, making people suddenly forget the past and present lives, forget the past and present lives, forget the past suffering.

When I got up and looked around, I realized that I was in a slightly older wooden house, although the house was old but obviously carefully cleaned by the owner, the mottled bookshelves were spotless, and the ancient scrolls on the bookshelves were also stacked neatly, giving people a fresh feeling for no reason.

There was a squeak at the door, and a monk of a similar age walked in. The old monk's robe he was wearing had been sewn and repaired several times, but it was as white as new, and there was no sense of dilapidation. Seeing that Mu Sheng was able to get up, the monk showed a sincere smile, folded his hands, and bowed deeply.

"Is the donor better?" As soon as these words came out, Mu Sheng suddenly woke up, instinctively looked at his left hand, and saw that there was only a faint scar left on the middle finger of his left hand, although the sharp pain had long been gone, but there was still an uncomfortable feeling, it seemed that something was on his fingers, remembering the strange scene of blood and bone erosion yesterday, so Mu Sheng couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

"Donor, donor?" the monk called a few times, and then Mu Sheng suddenly woke up, "Eh! Then Musheng disguised, "Dare to ask the master, where is this?"