I thought of a way, so I immediately took out Meng Xun, closed my eyes, and played emotionally.

Meng Xun's melodious voice sounded for a long time, and I opened my eyes again, and found that the surrounding scene was only slightly distorted, but it had not changed.

Ming Beilin said before that if the other party is strong-willed, it will be difficult to "peep into the dream".

And I didn't give up, and deliberately lengthened this Meng Xun's tune a lot, adding a sadness to the tune.

Because, I always feel that the "person" in front of me carries an indescribable sadness.

As the tune became longer and longer, the surrounding scene finally slowly changed.

The secret room gradually turned into a thatched house, and in the thatched house, there were eight children and two adults, sitting around the table and eating "food".

On this table, there is a bowl of sweet potato vines in the middle of the wooden table with little soup and water, and in the middle of the wooden table with no corners, and in these children's bowls, there is only porridge with no rice grains visible.

"Ming'er, send these little ones to the temple, I can't afford to raise them." The bearded man glanced at the small children and said.

"His father, the temple doesn't take in children anymore, why don't you send the older two? The girl was also sent to work, so that she could still have enough to eat. "The woman's figure was a little withered, but her face was very swollen, and she must have been hungry.

"No! The big ones can also help with some work, these two girls, in a few days, they will find a home, and sell them as child daughters-in-law, these small ones, all sent away, Lao Tzu will be eaten by them. The man shouted.

The woman doesn't speak, she only weeps.

"Cry, cry, cry, you know crying, bad luck!" The man scolded angrily, and the anger came up in an instant, and he looked towards the little boys, picked up two of them in one hand, and dragged the four young children out of the house.

"Daddy, watch them go into the temple and come back!" The woman cried, rushed to the door of the house, and shouted at the man.

The four little boys wept and wailed, but their father was unmoved.

dragged them all the way to the outside of a ruined temple, all the way over, desolate everywhere, it should be a famine, so the people here are skinny.

Outside the temple, already lying and sitting, at least twenty or thirty children, and the door of the temple was closed.

Presumably, the monks in the temple also had no vegetarian food to support these children, so they could only close their doors.

The man left the four children behind, and no matter how they screamed, he did not look back, as if he had thrown away an unwanted object, and abandoned his flesh and bones.

And I, looking at these children, I don't feel good in my heart, some of them are only two or three years old, and their voices are hoarse.

The sky flickered and darkened, as if day after day passed.

The door of the temple finally opened, and an old monk walked out, looked at the children all over the ground, clasped his hands, and chanted Amitabha.

Of these children, only one survived, and the rest starved to death.

The old monk carried the surviving child into the temple, I took a closer look at the child's face, and found that the child's eyes were very small, and although the long hair blocked the ears, I still recognized that this was the "person" lying in the small coffin.

When the child comes out of the temple again, he has become an adult and a "compassionate monk".

He was just not tall, and he wore a tattered robe, and he went around giving alms and bringing food to the homeless children.

And himself, but he can't eat all day long, a mouthful of rice noodles.

However, he alone could not save the children, so he turned to asceticism.

Ascetics, to put it bluntly, are willing to suffer more for themselves, so that the people of the world will no longer suffer, but to give up themselves and help others.

He didn't eat or drink, knelt in front of the Buddha all day long and chanted, and finally lost weight into a handful of dry bones and fell in front of the Buddha statue.

The brothers in the temple saw that he was "dead", so they sculpted a Buddha statue for him and sealed him into the Buddha statue, so that he could become a real Buddha and transform the world.

However, when he was sealed in the Buddha statue, he woke up, but he just passed out without taking a breath, but now when he woke up, he found that there was darkness around him, and he began to feel fear.

Outside the Buddha statue, there was also the sound of chanting the "mantra of death", and his senior brother was sending him "on the road".

He was just a mortal, he was afraid of death, he began to think of his mother when he was a child, he held him and put him to sleep, he began to think back to his life, there was always only pain.

He was unwilling, he didn't want to die, so he desperately slapped the Buddha statue, the Buddha statue was hollow, and it would make a snapping sound when it was beaten.

In the temple, the rest of the monks heard it.

They looked at each other, but no one went over, rescued him, this Buddha statue, is specially created for the compassionate monk "bitter Buddha", there are many wealthy businessmen know, to come here, if they come, the temple will naturally have a lot of sesame oil money, so the compassionate monk, must die.

Eventually, the compassionate monk died of extreme hunger and terror.

I put down Meng Xun and thought of the Buddha statue in the Buddha hall, which is the "Bitter Buddha", presumably the people of this He Mansion who "invited" this Bitter Buddha back.

Just as I was thinking, suddenly, the things in the small coffin in front of me moved slightly, and then the smooth head lifted slightly.

A pair of strange little eyes, looking at me.

His withered appearance now is indeed terrifying, but I have seen his past and have compassion for him.

"Uh-uh!" The hair in his mouth rattled and the withered hands came to grab my sleeve.

I hurriedly stood up, and he looked at the withered tree, but his movements were amazingly fast, and he jumped straight out of the coffin and threw himself in my face.

At that moment, I saw that he opened his mouth and stretched out his strange long tongue, which was still covered with mucus.

It just poked it into my mouth, and I stepped back again and again.

"Monk of Compassion!" I looked at his face, thought about what he looked like when he died, and hurriedly shouted.

His body trembled, but his eyes were still full of murderous energy, and when his tongue was about to touch my cheek, I hurriedly raised my hand to block it.

"Zila!" With a sound, smoke immediately rose from the long tongue of the compassionate monk, and his body fell to the ground, lying on a corpse.

"Ahh Hongtu also rushed towards this desperately, opened his mouth, and was about to bite towards the compassionate monk.

"Hongtu, don't." I hurriedly stopped Hongtu, and then looked at the compassionate monk who had retreated to the side of the coffin in horror: "Master, you were merciful and did all the good things in your life, why are you now?" ”

"Compassion? Compassion? Hehehehe, hehehe! He let out a very shrill laugh, which was low and hoarse, like a cracked silk.

"I am a human being, but what about those people? Have they ever had half a heart for me? I will kill all the people of the world, and eat all these wicked hearts and livers. The compassionate monk grinned as he spoke.

This smile is very infiltrating, and it makes people shudder when they see it.

I frowned, and immediately realized why these corpses had no wounds, presumably they were all taken out of his mouth by him, and without a heart and liver, he could not live.