He Qingyou asked grandpa, and then what happened?

His grandfather laughed: "Later, that person taught me how to achieve the goal by worshipping dragon bones, and taught me a set of secret spells. And tell me a big secret. ”

He Qingyou's eyes widened: "What a secret." ”

His grandfather had a strange expression on his face, and his voice suddenly became very strange, "He said that there is a dragon at the mouth of the river in Jiangbei, and finding it can make him immortal, hehehe, hahaha......" He let out a series of strange laughs.

"What's the secret spell? Teach me. He Qingyou said greedily, his throat rattling.

At this time, his grandfather coughed violently: "The key to the secret spell...... Is it a sacrifice of a virgin or a virgin......"

I was looking intently outside the window when suddenly a blinding white light flashed in the room.

Yuantong shouted in a low voice: "Not good! Close your eyes! Don't look! ”

I reacted fairly quickly, and quickly closed my eyes, and after a while, the white light disappeared, and Yuantong reminded me to open my eyes.

When I looked into the house again, the scene inside had changed, only He Qingyou was alone, his grandfather's old man was long gone, the house was in a mess, and there were a lot of sundries thrown on the bed.

"What's going on?" I asked in a low voice.

Yuantong said softly: "It's a different scene." This is his bardo realm, and the scenes that appear are He Qingyou's most impressive memories. ”

He Qingyou in the house was wearing a strange green dress, like a rural Yangge costume, with a rough crown on his head, and his face was smeared with messy paint, and the whole appearance was like a play of a man pretending to be a woman.

He faced the bedside table, where there was a statue of the Bodhisattva, two red candles lit, and the light of the fire flickered as if there was an invisible wind.

The room was very dark, He Qingyou climbed on the bed and kowtowed to the Bodhisattva. In front of the bodhisattva is a saucer, and inside is a black keel.

I was shocked and thought of a lot of things, when I took the dragon scales to sell, Boss Zhou told me that I sold them to a collector in the city. This collector has extremely important information, that is, his grandfather was a witness to the falling dragon in Yingkou, Liaoning.

Now it can be basically confirmed that this collector is He Qingyou.

The dragon scales I took from the bardo realm are in his office! I heard the voice of "Jian'er Jian'er" in the office, which was from the dragon scales, the dragon transformed by Chen Jian's mother in the bardo realm.

I peeked at Yuantong next to me, and he was looking through the glass at the scene, intent, intent. He certainly couldn't have imagined that there was such a secret connection between me and He Qingyou.

What consequences will the dragon scales stolen in the realm of the bardo cause in the yang world, at present, looking at He Qingyou, he has developed from asking Huang Teng for help to now, step by step seems to be walking into an extremely strange and mysterious situation.

He Qingyou was kneeling down in the room to worship the Bodhisattva, and he walked to the bedside table with his knees as his feet, and reached out to pick up the keel in the saucer. Who knew that at the touch of a button, the keel would quickly wither, turning into a cloud of black sand that slipped between his fingers.

The room was very quiet, the flames were beating, reflecting the portrait of the Bodhisattva, who was originally very pure and very pure, but in this dim firelight, it became extremely gloomy, and the picture was tinged with a slight yellow.

Especially the two eyes, glowing crimson, seemed to come to life, staring at He Qingyou.

He Qingyou muttered: "What should I do, the keel left by my grandfather has reached the deadline and turned into ashes." ”

He spoke to the Bodhisattva. The yellowed Bodhisattva was like a shaking, in the shaking of the flames, staring into his eyes.

He Qingyou muttered to himself, muttered a few words, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, and an extremely strange scene appeared.

The fire shines on the picture of the Bodhisattva statue, and a huge black shadow should appear on the wall, and the black shadow looks like a statue of a god, with blurred eyebrows and eyes, as if there is nothing or nothing.

When this huge shadow appeared, my mind went blank. I, I've seen this idol...... She, she's Meng Po!

I rubbed my eyes and looked carefully, it was indeed the image of Meng Po.

At this time, under this huge shadow, a line of words appeared, "Meng Shenling is immeasurably like the sea."

Absolutely, Meng Po is no doubt about it!

"It's Meng Po." I said softly.

Yuantong said "um": "I have long found out that something is wrong." How could a bodhisattva be so evil and awe-inspiring? He Qingyou and his grandfather have always worshiped not the Bodhisattva, but Meng Po. They had to offer dragon bones or scales to Meng Po in order to gain the wealth and immortality they wanted. ”

My whole body trembled like chaff, and I trembled and said, "Meng, is Meng Po so evil? ”

Yuantong shook his head solemnly: "When it comes to the realm of Meng Po, behavior and doing things are no longer something we can understand, secular morality cannot be judged, and every act of hers has its own purpose, almost the way of heaven." Just now I said that she has evil spirits, but in fact, she is also biased, and the world is unkind and uses all things as dogs. ”

"However, Meng Po is acquiescing in this kind of worship, and it must be sacrificed by both boys and girls." My throat moved.

Yuantong sighed, "In our eyes, we are sentient beings, and in the eyes of those gods, we don't know what we are." ”

In the room, He Qingyou was kneeling down against the shadow statue on the wall, his head was covered with blood, and he suddenly raised his head, "Bodhisattva, I know, I know how to find the dragon, I must worship with virgins and boys, right?" ”

The fire flickered, no one answered him, and the portrait of Meng Po and the shadows on the walls were so eerie that one could not breathe.

He Qingyou jumped off the bed, his eyes became particularly terrifying, standing there as if thinking about something, his eyes were bigger than a bull's eye.

Suddenly, many people outside the courtyard shouted, "The water is coming, the water is coming, run!" ”

Yuantong turned his head sharply and shouted, "Not good. ”

I looked back and almost stupefied it. At some point, a flood suddenly broke out in the village, and the water was fierce and the waves were raging.

The water was strange, and it came to the door of this courtyard, and did not go in.

He Qingyou, who was inside, heard the sound and hurriedly ran out, Yuantong pulled me back to the corner of the wall, and said softly: "It was I who forced the water potential of the illusion, I will untie it in a while, and the water will come in." Hold on to me and don't panic. Remember, no matter what happens, it's a dream! ”

The moment He Qingyou ran out of the door, the monk Yuantong closed his eyes slightly, recited the scriptures, and the water outside the courtyard "boomed" and poured in with an extremely surging momentum, which was really a turbid wave emptying.

At that moment, the waves rolled up almost ten meters high, equivalent to three floors, and the air was full of piercing explosions.

Yuantong stood in front of me, folded his hands, and chanted with his eyes down. I was stupefied, my legs were weak, I had never seen such a terrifying power of nature in my life.

Yuantong chanted softly: "Dream bubbles, everything is like dew and electricity, and with this heart to achieve purity, pure heart work, to see the earth and ten mountains and rivers are all Buddhas, with enough seven treasures, light and satisfaction, only to appear Hengsha Buddhas such as to come...... "Just when we were chattering, the water slapped towards us, the heaven and earth were suddenly colorless, and the surroundings were dark.

I tugged at Yuantong's monk's robe so tightly that I closed my eyes in fright, and it felt like riding the most dangerous roller coaster in a playground.

The whole process may only take a few seconds, and I hear Yuantong whisper in his ear, "Open your eyes." ”

I slowly opened my eyes and saw that we were sitting on the roof of a flooded house, surrounded by vast yellow water, floating leaves, beams, all kinds of wardrobe furniture, and a few black dogs in the water, and their eyes were full of sadness.

Where Yuantong and I were, it was barely enough for us to sit. At this time, a boat rowed not far away, and on board were He Qingyou and a child.

The child was about eight or nine years old, dressed in red tattered clothes, showing that he was born in a poor family. But he was very sensible, sat on the bow of the boat and said, "Brother He, where are my parents?" ”

He Qingyou said "um": "It's not far, just go out from here." ”

Their boat came not far from where Yuantong and I were. But the people on the boat couldn't see us.

He Qingyou put his hands on the pergola, looked left and right, and his forehead was sweaty.

The child sat there, also looking around, and said, "Brother He, are you going out from this road?" ”

He Qingyou threw down the thick oars and walked behind the child step by step. His face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was particularly rapid.

He Qingyou picked up a thick stick from the bottom of the boat, like the back handle of an iron shovel or pickaxe, and the child was still talking, "Brother He, my mother said that after this winter, I can go to school, and the sheep in the family have been raised, and I can pay for teaching." But after this flood, everything is in vain, and I really want to go to school......"

Before he could say a word, He Qingyou picked up the stick and smashed it heavily on the child's head.

The child didn't say a word, fell on the bow of the boat, and didn't move for a long time.

He Qingyou wanted to step forward to check, but the child covered the back of his head and turned back suddenly, instead of crying, he looked at him as if he didn't know He Qingyou: "Brother He, why are you hitting me?" What am I doing wrong? ”

He Qingyou collapsed first, tears welled up, and he cried so much that he burst into tears: "I, I don't want to beat you, but no, there is no way, I want to find the dragon, I have to sacrifice you." ”

"Brother He, don't hit me, okay? I want to study, I want to go back to school, and my mother promised me that I could study after the winter......" The child's hand covering the back of his head was already red with blood oozing out.

He Qingyou came closer, closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look at it anymore, he waved the stick desperately, hit it one by one, and said in his mouth: "I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you......"

The child finally stopped moving, and the bow of the boat was covered in blood.

He Qingyou's hands trembled so much that he threw the stick into the water and sat next to the child, wanting to gasp for air, but he couldn't breathe.

Yuantong and I watched the whole killing process quietly from the side.

Yuantong has no expression, no compassion or anger, and his eyes are like ancient wells.

I muttered, "It turns out that this child is not He Qingyou's son, but the boy he killed." He searched for the child's bones, in fact, to find the dragon. ”