"What are you looking at?" Zhang Ying pulled me.

"Nothing." I followed her into the cinema, but the strange feeling of turning back returned.

Could it be that it has something to do with the idol? After all this, I've become nervous about supernatural things, but if I want to come to the cinema with so many people, I don't dare to mess around, right? Thinking of this, my heart settled down a little.

As I expected, this is another bubble drama, after the middle of the film, Zhang Ying kept shedding tears on the side, but the paper towels I prepared in advance were not enough, and she wiped her sleeves.

During this time, Zhang Ying invited me to watch several movies, and as we got along for a long time, I found that this relationship could not be parted.

I don't know how to explain to Xiaobai when we meet again, maybe some people will call me a scumbag, but Xiaobai is a monster after all, if I have a child with her in the future, will I be like my aunt, destined to become a god.

I don't want my children to go through the ups and downs of my aunt's life, and in the end there is no descendant, as a predecessor who has been entangled in these things, I know too well how painful this feeling is, and if I can, I would prefer my descendants to spend their lives in plain and uneventful life.

Zhang Ying is a good girl, she treats me very well, and even accepts the reality that I have married Xiaobai, and I can't find any reason to live up to her.

A movie ended in my cranky thoughts, Zhang Ying was already crying and her eyes were red, and the sentence that women are made of water is not false at all, but I am afraid that I have been dehydrated and hung up.

"Can we watch less bubble dramas and brush up on less poisonous chicken soup?" I said helplessly.

"Can you stop playing Crossfire, then?" Zhang Ying's rhetorical question that hit the heart made me unable to answer.

Walking out of the cinema with Zhang Ying, the night wind blew me shivering, and the feeling of being stared at reappeared.

"Let's go for a late-night snack!" Zhang Ying proposed.

How could I refuse this kind of affirmative question, and I went into the street stall with her.

Just as we were having a good time, Feilong sent me a WeChat message.

Labor Day, something special happened!

There was also a picture below the message, and I only glanced at it and it was cold from the top of my brain to the tip of my toes, and there was a bloody handprint on the window of our dormitory.

If you look closely, this bloody handprint is printed on the outside of the window, our dormitory is on the third floor, if it wasn't for Batman, it would only be a ghost.

Combined with the fact that I saw the idol again today, I think that more than 90% of this handprint may have been left by the breeze.

I'm going to take Zhou Tong to the hotel to escape, and you don't have to go back to live.

Fat Dragon sent another message.

The corners of my mouth twitched, this thing is showing off to me, I also have the heart to take Zhang Ying to happen something inappropriate for children, her scale of looking down and not seeing her toes is what all men dream of, but the Shougong sand on my two arms will not let it.

"What are you looking at!?" Unexpectedly, Zhang Ying on the side suddenly took away my mobile phone.

I wanted to grab it back too late, and she saw the contents of the chat interface.

The smile on Zhang Ying's face gradually disappeared, replaced by deep worry.

"Don't go back, I'll accompany you to the hotel for one night, and tomorrow I will go to the monastery to see if I can find a monk to help." Zhang Ying gave me back the phone.

Where would I refuse such a constructive suggestion, this is the first time I and she have not returned home at night, although there can be no substantial progress, but it is good to have a good time, I nodded like pounding garlic.

After checking in at a hotel near the school, Zhang Ying said that he wanted to take a shower as soon as he entered the house, and asked me if I wanted to go with him.

In order to save the dog's life and not be played to death by Shougong Sha, I firmly refused.

When I think of Shougong Sand, I hate it so much that I can't touch it, as long as I have a desire, it hurts to the bone, which is more intelligent than the smoke alarm in the airport toilet.

This directly caused me to not even watch small movies, and I had to hide outside when Fat Dragon watched it in the dormitory, so as not to suffer because of the temptation of sound.

Yes, the fat dragon is so that he doesn't treat me and the sissy as outsiders, even if the sissy protests many times are useless.

Zhang Ying opened the door and threw out the outer and inner clothes, I glanced at something that was about to be worn as a hat, and quickly looked away, and secretly cursed in my heart.

The sound of rushing water sounded, and in order to suppress the distractions in my heart, I had to run to the window to get some air.

Since there was only one large bed in the room, I had an extremely tormented night, and several times because I couldn't suppress the desire in my chest, I touched the sand of Shoumiya, and the pain made me sweat coldly.

In order to relieve the pain, I had to force myself not to look at Zhang Ying next to me, and I didn't think about that kind of beautiful picture, I really doubt that if I continue like this, I will be played cold by Shougong Sha.

When I woke up in the morning, I realized that the sheets under me were soaked, and I took a shower in a daze, and finally woke up.

After breakfast, Zhang Ying and I rushed to the monastery, and when we arrived at the gate of the monastery, it was already full of people.

After buying the tickets, Zhang Ying and I entered the temple, however, it became a problem to find a high monk, and we wandered around the temple aimlessly while pondering, and before we knew it, we came to the gate of the Jizo Hall.

Unlike other halls that you have seen along the way, there is no large incense burner at the entrance of the Jizo Hall, but the door of the main hall is open.

Since I had never been exposed to Buddhism before, I didn't know what the name Jizo Hall meant, and Zhang Ying was also curious, so we entered the main hall together.

The main hall was empty, and there were no pilgrims or lay people who came to volunteer.

"Is that Tang Seng?" Zhang Ying pointed to the huge Bodhisattva statue and asked me.

I was asked, I don't know! However, it is said that it is very disrespectful to use my fingers to the Buddha statue, and I quickly slapped Zhang Ying's hand off.

"You see that there is an old man and a little monk next to him, not a senior brother and a second senior brother, so I think it shouldn't be." I said.

I don't know why, but I always felt that the statue was very familiar, and it seemed to be smiling at me.

Zhang Ying next to him noticed the painting on the wall and insisted on pulling me to look at it.

After taking a turn in the main hall and reading all the murals, Zhang Ying and I were a little hairy, unlike the golden splendor of other halls, the light of the Jizo Hall was not particularly good, revealing a dignified majesty.

The mural shows the scene of the ten Yama halls, and there is a text below that explains which level of hell to enter if you commit any crime, which is very detailed.

Bringing my own situation into my own situation, I realized that I was going to hell in the future, and I couldn't help but be afraid.

"Why don't we burn incense?" Zhang Ying proposed, easing the oppressive atmosphere.

When I bought the tickets before, I gave us a pack of incense per person, and we didn't order any of them after walking for so long.

"Okay!" I let out a sigh of agreement and agreed.

Since we had no experience in burning incense, we didn't know how many to burn, so we took out all the incense sticks with the idea that more is better than less, lit them with candles, and inserted them into the incense burner in front of the Bodhisattva statue, and they were actually full.

After burning incense, Zhang Ying and I knelt on the mat and kowtowed, Zhang Ying's lips kept squirming, as if he was making a wish.

Just as I was about to make a wish, a voice suddenly came from behind me.

"The two donors, the King of the Earth Bodhisattva is not subject to incense, why are you burning incense here?"

I turned my head and saw an old monk in a robe, with a white beard hanging down to his chest, and a kind face, looking at us with his hands folded and smiling.

I hurriedly got up and bowed following his gestures, "Master, we didn't know that this was the Jizo King Bodhisattva, and we didn't know that the Bodhisattva was not subject to incense, I'm sorry." ”

"It turned out that it wasn't Tang Seng." Zhang Ying said subconsciously.

I glared at her, motioning her not to talk nonsense, and Zhang Ying stuck out her tongue and pouted.

The old monk smiled and shook his head, and did not blame us, and told us the story of King Jizo Bodhisattva.

I was very touched when I heard this, especially the great wish of King Jizo Bodhisattva that the hell is not empty, and that he will not become a Buddha.

Zhang Ying's eyes were red with emotion, and he said that if he could, he hoped to help the Jizo King Bodhisattva.

"Good, good! The two donors are both blessed people and hope to do more good deeds. The old monk smiled even more when he heard Zhang Ying's words.

"Master, why do I have a familiar feeling when I look at the Dharma of King Jizo Bodhisattva?" I spoke my doubts.

"The King of the Earth Bodhisattva rescued the miserable beings in the six realms of reincarnation, and all sentient beings were destined for it, so the donor ......"

The old monk was speechless as he spoke, and I looked up and found that he was staring in one direction in a daze.

Following his gaze, I was also stunned on the spot, the incense that Zhang Ying and I inserted in the incense burner actually burned long and short, and the incense ash did not fall, forming an extremely obvious lotus shape, and the smoke produced by burning a large amount of incense condensed and did not disperse, and a lotus flower was formed above the incense burner.

"Ahh Zhang Ying exclaimed, quickly covered his mouth again, and looked at me with some trepidation.

I rubbed my eyes for a while, and then I realized that it wasn't a hallucination.

I didn't know what it was like at the time, but even people who didn't know anything about it could see that it was unusual.

Looking at the two lotus flowers, I don't know why my nose suddenly became sore, and I had the urge to cry, and I held it back for a long time, but the sourness in my heart lingered.

"Amitabha, bow to the Bodhisattva of the Nam no Great Wish!" The old monk shouted and knelt on the prayer mat in front of him.

Zhang Ying and I understood that this was the manifestation of the Bodhisattva, so we were busy learning from the old monk and shouting, kneeling down and kowtowing non-stop.

It wasn't until the old monk stood up that Zhang Ying and I stood up.

"Two donors, please come with me." The old monk said, and we were not allowed to think, so we should go out first.

I glanced at Zhang Ying, she was still chattering, so I quickly grabbed her and followed.

This old monk's dress is completely different from that of the monks in the temple, and he looks like a high-ranking monk, so he may be able to help us solve this matter.