What the?

I was shocked by the nursery rhymes that the dolls sang.

Isn't the old woman the only good person in the village......?

On the side, the monk frowned, his face was solemn, and he said quickly in a voice that only I could hear: "She is not the mother-in-law in the village, she is the proprietress of the flowery building......

Madame?!

"However, the proprietress is not ...... a few days ago"

I paused suddenly, as if I understood, and looked at the monk: "You, you already knew?!"

"I don't know. ”

The monk stood up again, and there seemed to be a burning Buddha light in his eyes, and the scorching heat radiated through the blood-stained clothes.

"It's just that before the poor monk came, he heard the master mention that some of the corner prostitutes in Huamanlou confessed that the proprietress had been using the umbilical cord blood of the fetus to compress her face, in order to keep her face alive, and the horned prostitutes would take the Zihe car in private to nourish themselves, in order to ensure that there were always these two things, the proprietress would build Huaman Village to collect pregnant women for her to have an abortion. ”

How could it be...... Such?!

I was in the cellar just now, and I heard the old woman's words, but they were all made up!

It turned out that she was the real culprit who killed those babies and made ashes pottery dolls!

At this moment, the nursery rhyme that had been sung repeatedly suddenly stopped, and a bright red flame burst from the old woman's head, instantly breaking the silence of our side as if it were death.

Above the sky, the night is even darker, and the low-hanging sky seems to be pressed down at any moment.

The baby led the team with a cold face, and brought the dolls back to our side.

"Hee-hee, it's your turn. ”

He slowly lowered his face, his delicate and lovely appearance suddenly changed visibly to the naked eye, his facial features and outlines were very strangely distorted, and then, the other children also stood on their own, only the face and body gradually turned into deformities, especially the skull became uneven, the face was wrinkled, the belly that was covered under the belly pocket was swollen very large, and the limbs and fingers became purple and black.

With this change, the resentment that emanates from the folds of the skin becomes more and more eerie and thick, even more powerful than the evil ghosts and resentful spirits I have seen in hell imprisoned and tortured!

"Hee-hee, the baby is so uncomfortable, compassionate monk, help us!"

The ghostly voice sounded again and again, enveloping it in all directions, and the sound waves were mixed with resentment, instantly producing an irresistible imprisonment and coercion.

The painter moved with great difficulty, and muttered: "Cuicui......"

For some reason, I listened to the voices of those infant spirits, and my heart was filled with irrepressible sadness, as if I had lost something very precious, and the pain even made me lose consciousness.

I want to help them, I want to redeem them......

The monk sat up slowly, but did not get up, but sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a wooden bowl in his left hand, and his right hand was sealed on his chest, and a faint golden Buddha light emanated from his body, resisting the approach of those infant spirits and sound waves.

When the Buddha's light bathed me, my consciousness suddenly woke up, and my vision became extremely clear again, and the black mist condensed by those resentments was hidden between the sound waves, one by one to form a conflict with the Buddha's light.

"All the laws are born from the fate, and all the laws are destroyed from the fate, my Buddha Dashamen, often do so. The Dharma is born from fate, I say that it is karma, and the cause is extinguished, and I say so......"

Ben Wu's voice was ethereal and soft, not slow, indifferent, his eyes were slightly closed, and his expression was solemn and calm.

"Wherever I come from, it's all a karmic meeting, you little donors might as well let go of your resentment, eliminate evil thoughts, do not do all evil, pursue all good, and be reborn. ”

The sound waves from the infant spirit dolls were dispersed, but their hideous and distorted little faces did not diminish the hatred in the slightest, and one by one they gritted their teeth and picked up the scattered stones on the ground again.

"Smash him!"

The baby shouted, and all the babies threw stones and mud at us again, and the crackling sound was like heavy rain falling, and the gravel was small, with sharp edges and corners, and there was nowhere to hide!

I was protected by the monk in a wooden bowl, and I was so anxious that I spun in place.

"Let me out! Turn me into a dragon and scare them away!"

"No, you can't. ”

The monk used the Buddha's light as a cover to completely block the top of the wooden bowl, "To the donor, it has nothing to do with Huamancun, if you appear here."

, or the water will lead to the east, hurting itself. ”

"Don't you want to die?!"

I shouted as I slammed my head against the Buddha light mask, "If you continue like this, you will be stoned to death by them!"

Bang!

Before he could finish speaking, another big stone fell on the monk's right shoulder, and his palm shook suddenly, almost dropping the wooden bowl he was holding to the ground.

A touch of crimson seeped out from under his thin robe, but in an instant, it was dyed into a large blood-colored lotus flower on that shoulder.

And at this moment, on his head and body, I don't know how many stones and mud have been smashed, the sludge and blood are blended, staining the original plain clothes, and the blood flow on his head keeps sliding down.

"Donor, all creations have their own fixed number, and it is fate for poor monks to come to this flower-filled village, it is not the fate that you and I should have, so I will send you out......"

He sighed, put his right hand on his chest, and quickly recited a mantra, and the wooden bowl shook twice, and then levitated itself.

"Donor, it is not easy to be born, so do it yourself, remember, do not do all evil, and do all good. ”

I was blocked by the wooden bowl and the Buddha's light, and I couldn't see the monk, but I felt as if he was saying something goodbye, and I was so anxious that I opened my throat and shouted:

"Monk, you, what are you going to do......"

Before I could knock the Buddha light away, I felt like the sky was spinning, as if the wooden bowl had been thrown out by some force, and on the way I encountered a fierce resistance, shattering the Buddha light that covered me, and then I fell to the ground with the wooden bowl, and I rolled out for a long time before being stopped by a big rock.

I don't know what happened outside, and I don't know where the monk threw me and the wooden bowl, but the moment the Buddha's light cracked, a white light poured into the wooden bowl, and I didn't think about it and flew out of it.

Losing the wooden bowl, my body swelled abruptly, and instantly reverted back to dragon form.

Daytime?!

Overhead, white clouds float, green reflecting heavy mountains.

In front of me is still the archway of Huaman Village, but at this moment I am outside the archway, only Ben Wu and the painter are still trapped in Huaman Village, surrounded by hundreds of infant spirits!

"Monk, come out quickly!"