The father panicked at this time, quickly picked up his son, ran to the fence and handed the child to his wife, jumped out himself, and the two of them rushed down the mountain.

The melon-eating crowd next to them watched their family walk away inexplicably. But it's okay, isn't there still a few young people who want to climb the tree, you can continue to watch.

One of the young men saw that something had happened to the child, and his heart began to feel a little weak, and he walked at the rear, quite far away from the few people in front of him.

When I got to the bottom of the tree, I circled around the tree, touched the somewhat smooth trunk, frowned, and thought, "There is no bulge, how can I climb it?" ”

After several experiments, he grabbed the trunk of the tree with his thighs and slid up twice, but he still slipped down, and several people got a little impatient, kicked the tree twice, and cursed twice. The shaking amplitude of the branches became more regular, the rustle of the leaves rubbing against each other became louder, and the fruit on it slowly dried up, until finally only a layer of peel remained, slightly translucent, with a small hole at the bottom, flowing with a white liquid.

There is not much liquid, like a stream of water. A few young people didn't notice this, and they were drenched. Then they let out a ghost cry and a wolf howl.

The white liquid was corrosive, burning their skin and rolling on the ground in pain. This frightened the people around and started to mess up.

The caretaker, who saw the end from the beginning to the end, saw that something was wrong, and then made a decision, smashed the fence open an opening for people to enter and exit, and hurriedly ran under the tree.

The white liquid dried completely in a few seconds, and the branches of the wishing tree swayed in the wind again, as if they were a little more agile than before.

These young people, their skin has been corroded in a large area, not to mention the miserable appearance, and the one who is far away can have some human shapes. As I got closer, I could smell a strange smell, like a rotten smell.

When several people saw the result, they completely lost their calmness just now, and they didn't know what to do, so they could only run to call and call an ambulance.

When the ambulance came, the cucumber vegetables were cold, and only the young man who was a little farther away was left, still calling indistinctly, and the remaining people had no breathing and no heartbeat.

There are dead people, things are getting bigger, the top of the mountain is blocked, and the scenic spot is facing huge compensation.

The monk on the mountain witnessed the whole thing and was called for questioning, but he did not hide anything and told the truth.

When he returned to his lodgings at the top of the hill at night, he was attracted by the sound of frolicking in the direction of the wishing tree, and he did not dare to get too close, but shone his flashlight on it, but found nothing, and only the sound of branches and leaves being blown by the wind.

This made the monk feel that he was hallucinating, and when he went back to pack his things and was about to leave here recently, he suddenly remembered that when he first came, someone told him that this tree was a little evil, and asked him to pay attention.

Then he heard that kind of laughter again, and it suddenly made him feel a little creepy, and he remembered that there had not been such a sound before.

One night passed, the monk was in front of a small Buddha statue, chanting sutras, and when the first rays of sunlight penetrated through the cracks and entered the house, he could no longer resist and fell asleep on the ground.

It was not until the afternoon that he woke up from hunger, got up with some horror, took his things, and returned to the original temple, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

The incense in this temple is not prosperous, the monks are only a few years old, there are very few young people who have become monks in these years, and even if they come, they do not stay long, they are attracted by the world of flowers outside, and choose to leave.

The monk who has just returned is the youngest here, and is often called the little monk. As soon as he returned, he was called by several elders and asked about the situation. His face was now a little blue, he was frightened and insane, and he talked incoherently about the tree.

Hearing him say this, several old monks looked at each other, looking at their expressions, they didn't believe it very much. In the end, the old host sent a message and asked him to rest for a few days, and this matter will be talked about later.

This time it was more than ten days, and when the little monk had almost recovered, the host took a junior brother and three people to the top of the mountain. There are a lot of things scattered on the ground here that have not had time to be cleaned up, weeds have grown in the clearing, and the wind chimes on the wishing tree are blown by the wind and keep ringing, which is quite desolate.

The three of them simply packed up, stayed in the temple here, and began to wait for nightfall.

When the moonlight shone on the wishing tree, there was a sound like a group of people frolicking, the host carried a flashlight, held a Buddhist bead, and walked to the place where the sound was made with the junior disciple, and sure enough, as the little monk said, as soon as the distance was close, there was no such sound.

The host wondered if that sound was a slightly peculiar natural phenomenon, and the two of them stayed for a while, and nothing happened, so they returned to the house.

At this time, the little monk stepped forward and asked what was going on with a pale face. The host complained that he was so frightened that there was nothing there. As he spoke, the creepy sound sounded outside the originally quiet again.

The two old monks were frightened by this situation, and hurriedly played with the Buddhist beads and recited the scriptures with the little monk.

It may be that the two old monks are profound in Buddhism, and the sound stopped abruptly, which made the three of them breathe a sigh of relief and wipe the cold sweat on their heads with their clothes.

The second half of the night passed peacefully, and the next morning, the three of them, who were slightly tired, made breakfast and discussed what to do next.

After all, this kind of thing is a heresy in today's society, and it's best not to mention it, and to deal with this kind of thing, the Buddhist scriptures seem to be very effective, and the two old monks decided to stay and see what changes will happen next.

As for the little monk, he still wanted to leave here quickly, but looking at the two old monks who were dragged into the water by himself, he opened his mouth, and finally didn't say anything to leave.

The following days did not go as smoothly as the host thought, maybe it was something similar to a ghost, and he became resistant to Buddhist scriptures and slowly began to ignore them.

Gradually, the three of them also summed up the law, the Buddhist scriptures that have not been recited are much better than the Buddhist scriptures that have been recited many times, and the effect of dispelling strange sounds is much better, and some Buddhist scriptures may have been recited too many times and have completely lost their effect. There is no difference between the volume of the voice and whether it is a multi-person chanting or not.

This made it difficult for the little monk, the few Buddhist scriptures he had memorized had lost their effect, and he could only count on the two elders. He once took out the Buddhist beads that had been enshrined for the longest time in the temple and hung them on the wishing tree, and the little monk was still looking forward to it at night, and this kind of thing like a magic weapon could have some effect.

The truth obviously disappointed him, it was useless at all, and in the morning he took down the beads and put them elsewhere in the tree, but it had no effect.

When he was a little cranky, whether he was using something like a peachwood sword or a child's urine, there was a kind of oozing sound outside.

It turned out that the old monk had finished reciting all the scriptures that could be remembered, and the three of them had no choice but to sit around the small Buddha statue, close their eyes and read the scriptures that made them concentrate.

The sound outside became louder and louder, as if it was right in my ears. The wind was blowing outside, and the windows and doors were knocked on from time to time, making the atmosphere even more eerie.