Yuantong asked me why I had the illusion of the village. I shook my head, indicating I didn't know.

Circular Passage: "This village fantasy is a bardo realm. ”

My mouth was wide open, and I didn't come back to my senses for a long time.

Yuantong looked at me: "You know what the bardo realm is, right?" Didn't Lao Huang say it? ”

I quickly nodded: "Yes." After death, people will not directly enter the Netherworld, but stay in the realm of the bardo and accept the test of seven levels. ”

"yes, not bad." Circular channel, "Here it is." ”

"I don't quite understand," I said, "how could the realm of the bardo suddenly appear here, are we going to go to the yin?" ”

Circular Passage: "When we enter the village, we walk in the shade. Do you know whose bardo realm you are in front of? ”

I was terrified and tried to say, "Could it be He Qingyou?" ”

Yuantong nodded: "You don't know what happened before, I knocked He Qingyou unconscious and took him to the vicinity of the yin thing." He Qingyou is currently in a state of suspended animation, and I used the Yin Mirage to present his bardo realm. Do you understand? ”

I was so dazed that I didn't seem to understand.

"This kind of supernatural means is called the transformation of objects." Circular channel: "It is to take the scene of the bardo that can only be seen by walking through the yin, and use the magical power of the yin to make it present, and it is now in front of your and my eyes." ”

I swallowed, "That's too much beer." As long as you have the mirage ability of the yin object, you can present anyone's bardo realm to others? ”

"Yes. Theoretically, yes. Yuantong nodded.

"Could it be that the underworld can also be presented? That's bull, you can use this to do a lot of things. I asked with a wink.

Yuantong's face changed, and he looked at me: "Master Lin, having this thought is the beginning of entering the demon, stop it!" ”

I was robbed by him for no reason, I was a little embarrassed, thinking that this monk was really, but that is to say, his face was longer than Changbai Mountain.

Yuantong didn't explain too much anymore, and strode forward, and I followed. One after the other arrived at the entrance of the village. Yuantong stepped into the village with his feet raised, and as soon as he entered, he saw his figure fluctuate, as if he had entered an invisible water barrier.

I took a deep breath and stepped in. When I went in, I could feel an indescribable barrier, and the air inside was different.

The air outside the village is very humid and the skin is sticky, but when you enter here, you can feel the instant dryness, as if you have arrived in a different environment.

There is a sense of inversion and isolation of time and space.

Although I don't quite understand it, I subconsciously feel that there are indeed two worlds in the village and outside the village.

Yuantong was walking in front, I was following, and the door of a family next to the village road suddenly opened, and an old lady in black clothes came out, I don't know how old she was, with gray hair, holding a small horse and basking in the sun at the door of her house. Two or three half-year-old children ran out of the house, and the old lady had no teeth, and said something vaguely.

As if agreed, all the gates on the village road were opened, and many farmers who were living at home came out, greeting each other and laughing. White cooking smoke came from the chimney, and the smell of rice wafted through the air.

Yuantong and I walked in the middle of the stone road in the village, and many people passed by us, but no one noticed, as if we didn't exist.

"W-what's going on?" I asked in surprise.

Circular channel: "This is an illusion bubble, it is He Qingyou's bardo realm that arises, it is all fake!" Ignore and look down on the heartbeat. Our goal is to find him, to get a glimpse of his secrets, and to ignore the rest. ”

My throat rattled, and I was more and more sure that I had entered Chen Jian's bardo realm at that time, and the Wang Yuantong I met was the monk in front of me. Yuantong definitely has great magical powers, and he has something to do with the realm of the bardo, and he has mastered a lot of spells that I have never heard of.

We walked along the village road all the way to the depths, it should be time for dinner, many people are eating with their doors and windows open, and children are chasing chickens and dogs to play. However, the hustle and bustle of the village has nothing to do with us.

After walking for an unknown distance, the sky became darker and darker, and the thick clouds were floating and dyed with urine, and the whole village seemed to be covered with a montage of old photographs.

Yuantong stopped, his eyes looking straight ahead, and I came to his side and looked over. Directly in front of it is a farmhouse, the yard is quite deserted compared to other people's homes, there are no children and no chickens and dogs, only one person is standing there, it is He Qingyou.

He Qingyou walked through the courtyard, walked to the door of the inner room, and pushed the door in.

Yuantong walked over, and I followed and entered the courtyard together.

When we came to the window of the room, we looked at the glass, and I was a little hairy because the scene in the room had a strange atmosphere.

There was an earthen kang against the wall, and on the kang lay an old man, covered with a thin quilt, as if he was terminally ill, only the air coming out but not the air coming in.

Next to the bed is a low bedside table, on which is enshrined a statue of a Bodhisattva, an incense burner, which is full of incense ash, red candles on both sides are burned to half, and the counter is sprinkled with dried red wax oil, and the stars are almost everywhere. In front of the statue of the Bodhisattva, there is a small saucer, in which is placed the Hesse Sen thing, about the length of an adult's little finger, in the shape of a claw, I don't know what it is.

As soon as I looked at it, the hairs on my body stood on end. This thing seems to have seen it.

I remembered that I once went to an antique shop to sell a thing, which was a dragon scale brought out of the bardo realm, and it was sold for 120,000 yuan. It looks very similar to the thing in front of you.

He Qingyou walked up to the old man, moved a chair and sat next to him, "Grandpa." ”

The old man slowly opened his eyes, seemed to use all his strength, and tilted his head to look at He Qingyou.

"Qingyou...... Keel on the cabinet...... Bring it ......," the old man said vaguely.

He Qingyou didn't do it, but crossed Erlang's legs: "Grandpa, you haven't told the secret yet, how can I give it to you." ”

The old man stared at He Qingyou with the last strength of his life, and said for a long time: "You...... It's really grandpa's...... Good grandson, well, I'll tell you. ”

He Qingyou made a gesture.

The old man said a few words intermittently, and after he finished speaking, Yuantong and I looked at each other, and our faces were cloudy.

The old man coughed and said that as long as the Bodhisattva is offered with dragon bones or dragon scales, and a top-secret spell is used to make a wish, he can keep his glory and wealth and longevity. However, the enshrined dragon has an expiration date, and when the day comes, it will become invalid, and everything will be violently devoured.

"What's the spell?" He Qingyou asked.

The old man was short of breath and looked like he was going to die. He Qingyou didn't look good, so he took Hesensen's thing off the cabinet and put it on the old man's nose, the old man sucked it suddenly, and the whole person instantly refreshed his spirits, sighed long, comfortable, and his face was ruddy.

He Qingyou took the thing away. The old man was refreshed, and an extremely strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Grandpa, say it." He Qingyou urged.

The old man's eyes narrowed, as if he was enjoying the last pleasures of life, and he fell into the memories and did not stumble in his speech. "At that time, I was still young, and I saw a falling dragon in Yingkou. At that time, the Japanese were still there, and when they heard about it, they surrounded the whole village, and even set up sentry posts at the intersections. As soon as the dragon died, he immediately packed his bags and drifted across the ocean to bring them back to Japan. That night, a strange man suddenly appeared in the village. ”

The old man said that the village has been under martial law, and a curfew has been implemented, and there are artillery towers and sentry posts outside, and the Japanese big leather shoes are still "clicking" in the middle of the night, and the whole village is so frightened that they can't sleep at night, and even many villagers are looking forward to the dragon hanging up quickly, let the Japanese take it away, and the village is better than the days of stopping.

That very night, a man came to the village, and how this person got in, no one knows.

At that time, before dinner, the children of the village gathered in the ancestral hall to receive Japanese education, and the ancestral hall was temporarily converted into a classroom. After the Japanese teacher finished class, the children were not in a hurry to go home, and they were all playing in the backyard. The Japanese didn't take much care of it, and children are children after all.

How that person appeared, none of the children knows. The man avoided the Japanese eyeliner, went into the backyard, and gathered the children together.

The man's speech was very demagogic, and the old man couldn't remember exactly what he said for too long. He tricked these children into crossing the Japanese sentry posts and entering the land where the dragon fell, stealing dragon bones and dragon scales, and whoever could take them out, he would give them a silver dollar, and teach them how to live a long and prosperous life in the future.

Some of the dozen or so children listened, some didn't. At that time, He Qingyou's grandfather was the king of children, and he felt that this matter was very exciting, so he gathered the eight most daring children and went on an adventure together.

The process in the middle was very exciting, the old man did not elaborate, these mountain children all know a secret path in the mountains, no matter how shrewd the Japanese are, it is impossible to compare with the local natives in these things.

These children really got to the place where the dragon fell in the middle of the night when the wind was high.

The old man is really old, even if he is returning to the light temporarily, he can't speak clearly, and he is still drooling. He said that he was the only one of the children who managed to bring back the keel.

He Qingyou picked up the Hesse thing, "This is it?" ”

The old man's cloudy eyes looked at it, nodded, and sighed, "It's been fifty years with me." ”