A cold chill rushed into my head in an instant.

In a daze, I closed my eyes and collapsed into a pool of blood.

Is this an illusion? Or is it a dream?

I stood on the shore of Coral Island and watched the village come and go.

I pinched myself, only to find out that it was not an illusion.

A luxurious-looking wooden boat came from a distance, and on the bow stood a man in a long robe.

Seeing this man's face made my brain short-circuit.

This man looks like me.

There was also a woman standing next to him, who looked like the woman in the last temple.

All the people of Coral Village gathered on the shore to welcome the two of them.

The two of them were smoothly taken to the village by the villagers, and the old village chief at that time was Erhezi, that is, Dikui.

At the village chief's house, the other me and the woman were given the first place, and both of them were talking about the war at that time, and it should have been the anti-Japanese period at that time, and the other I was assigned to replace the village chief.

Time flies, I just feel that there is a flower in front of me, and after a few years here, under the leadership of another me, the village has also become prosperous.

The other one of my sideburns is also a little gray, but the ground leader is still bright.

That night, several men in black with their faces covered burst into another room of mine, stabbing knives into my stomach.

And the woman who slept next to me was brutally murdered by them.

The other I was tied up and tied to a large cylinder on the stage.

That day, the whole village was singing and dancing, and everyone was laughing loudly in front of the other me.

I could feel another anger in my heart, a rage that wanted to kill everyone.

Immediately afterwards, the villagers took another wife, the Japanese woman, and all of them left traces of their dirt on her.

Her body was buried in the last temple, and the other body of mine was eaten by them.

It was at this time that people could not leave the village when they died.

A few years later, a young Taoist priest came here, in his twenties, with slightly white sideburns.

I recognized him as Sun Chuanting when he was young.

He can make the earth immortal, and he can also make the children of the earth immortal, by becoming something that is not human or ghost.

But the darkness of human nature caused his son to be eaten by someone as soon as he died, but Dikui did not have the ability to kill at that time, so he could only swallow his anger.

The Japanese woman was also rescued by Sun Chuanting with a spell, reshaped her body and sealed it in the temple.

When Sun Chuanting was leaving, he also took away the soul of the other one and the soul of Dikui.

Reincarnated in our village.

Seeing this, I opened my eyes and gasped for air.

Everything is a calculation.

Calculations that began decades ago.

"How? Want to stay? ”

The Japanese woman in front of me looked at me with interest.

I took a few steps back, flapping my head frantically, trying to shake all the memories out.

But in vain.

"No... No, no, no, I'm not him, that's not me, I'm Zhang Tianxuan. ”

"His name is also Zhang Tianxuan, and you are his reincarnation."

"Fart, I'm not, gossip confuses the public, and you want to keep me."

My words clearly angered her.

Her face turned hideous again: "Then you will die here." ”

Countless black fogs, oh no, it should be said to be resentment now.

Countless resentments swept over me.

"Amitabha."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came.

The golden light of the Buddha directly dispelled the countless resentments in front of him.

An old monk in a robe walked in.

"Donor, how can the things of the past life be left to this life? Besides, he is not the former Zhang Tianxuan, but his name and appearance are similar. ”

"Old monk, do you want to meddle with my business?"

"The poor monk just doesn't want to see people killed."

The woman's white eyes were bloodshot, and a cold aura emanated from her.

"Donor, stay back, and besides, that sword is far away from the old man, the murderous aura is too heavy."

"Uh-oh."

I hurriedly retreated to the door with my sword.

As soon as he went out, the temple door was slammed shut.

The sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling came from inside, which made me worry about the old monk.

Immediately after, there was a sound of chanting inside.

"How can the things of the past life be repaid in this life? If you have to pay it back, then wait another 10 years. ”

As the words fell, a huge swastika appeared above the temple, and it was fiercely covered on top of the temple.

Squeak -

The old monk walked out of it with a tired expression.

"Amitabha."

"Thank you for the life-saving grace of the master, the younger generation is unforgettable."

"Let's go, this matter can be over for the time being."

The old monk did not leave with me, but walked in the direction of the second temple.

At this time, the Dikui had already lost his heart.

"Amitabha, it seems that the three ghosts have decided to make a desperate bet."

"What do you mean, Master?"

"The coffin fungus, the underworld ring, and the heart of this earth leader who has accumulated resentment for decades, these three things are the things that resurrect his master."

"Then wouldn't he be ...... next?"

"That's right, that's his calamity, and it's also your calamity, these three things are all things that are extremely yin and cold, and they need a thing that is just and yang to be the introduction to achieve the effect of yin and yang harmony, and this introduction is on you, what it is, I don't know."

"Will he kill me?"

"If you have to be sacrificed to resurrect his master, I think... He will. ”

"Oh."

The old monk smiled and walked the way I had come.

On the shore, a small boat was docked.

Once I stepped aboard the boat, I looked back at the isolated island that had almost killed me several times, and my eyes were full of helplessness.

They may be hateful, but each of them is a victim.

It is precisely because of the lack of humanity that the resentment of the dead will not be extinguished, and finally it will become a dead place, and it is they who have harmed themselves.

There is another me, his name is also Zhang Tianxuan, so who is he......

"Young man, what are you thinking?"

"I wonder if my fate will be as tragic as the other me? After death, it is eaten by people. ”

"I can assure you that you will never be like him, and why do you think that what the banshee showed you is real?"

"I ......"

"There are two sides to everything, let alone something that a banshee shows you, but it's all cause and effect."

"Taught."

The boat sailed on the sea for a long time before it could slowly see the shore.

The old man was still holding the boat and docked on the shore.

He seemed surprised to see me back.

"Young man, I didn't expect you to come back alive."

"Thanks to this master, I would have died a long time ago."

When he turned his head, he found that the old monk had long since disappeared......