[Chapter 3: She Came from Hell (3)

The abbot of Kongo Temple, Monk Juexiu, is very prestigious, and ordinary people can't see him at all.

The little monk Peacock in the room had already brewed two cups of tea, and then brought it over, "Abbot, donor, please use tea!" ”

Bai Shan told the whole thing as it was, and didn't dare to hide it any more, but unexpectedly, the old monk kept shaking his head when he heard it, shaking Bai Shan so much that he wanted to beat him.

"Master, I was introduced by an acquaintance, and I won't miss you when I turn back the incense money!"

The old host looked embarrassed, just drank tea quietly and did not speak.

"Can you have a good time? 50,000 yuan will not work! ”

The old host sighed and said, "It's not a secret, if it's an ordinary thing, it's okay, but the donor, your dyeing industry is too heavy, and this matter is extremely dangerous, I'm afraid that the old man has a heart and can't do anything!" ”

Bai Shan was anxious: "What, what dyeing industry?" ”

The old host didn't want to say more about these "oral karma", so he sighed, closed his eyes and recited the Buddha silently.

Bai Shan snorted angrily, "If you don't give me an explanation today, I won't leave!" ”

Seeing that he was arrogant and unreasonable, the old host recited "Buddha forgives sins" before explaining slowly.

"The 'karma' that the old man said is 'fate', the Buddha said that it is 'karma', and the donor thinks that it is life that can speak, dress, eat, and walk, and the Buddha says that it is 'retribution'!"

"Because there was karma in the past, there is now this body of retribution, there are two kinds of karma, pure karma is good karma, dyeing karma is bad karma, good karma created in the past, good karma is now retribution, bad karma is now retribution, if there was good karma and bad karma in the past, now then there will be both good karma and good karma, good and evil karma, like a shadow, not at all happy."

"Don't you just say that good is rewarded with good and evil is rewarded with evil? I'm just a big boss, don't give me all those useless things, you just say it's a whole thing! Bai Shan was very impatient, he couldn't understand and didn't give money, why was this old bald donkey so inky?

"Donor, please don't be rude to the abbot!" Peacock reminded him.

The old monk looked at Baishan, his eyes were shining, "The old man can observe the body, say something offended, the donor is beaten into the animal path and then cast into reincarnation, so you can't treat your wife and children well, this has nothing to do with whether the donor is a big old man, that is, the butcher tiger, and will not be as mad as the donor, today you suffer all the disasters for your present life, but you are to blame, the so-called Buddha does not cross everyone to live by themselves, it is not that my Buddha is not compassionate, forgive the old man love can not help!" ”

"Why don't I like to listen to you so much!" Bai Shan argued with the old host at the top of his throat, "When Lao Tzu married his wife, he gave a bride price, 80,000 yuan, this is sold to me, filial piety comes out under the stick, and my wife marries me to fight, this is an old saying, what is Lao Tzu sorry for them?" ”

"Amitabha, sin and sin!" The old host didn't want to entangle with him, so he got up and said to his disciple, "Peacock, give the wind chimes outside the door to this donor, send off guests!" ”

"!"

Bai Shan, who was carried away by anger, jumped up, pointed to the back of the old monk leaving, and scolded, "What kind of thing are you, you can't save you when you die, and you are a monk, you are in a hurry to demolish your broken temple!" ”

"The gods are above, and the donor Hugh must be presumptuous!" Peacock said angrily, "The abbot has already instructed the little monk to give you the Buddhist magic weapon, so don't be unreasonable!" ”

Bai Shan had to leave in a huff, and when he returned to the outside of the city, it was already dark, and a miserable white moon hung in the sky.

Bai Shan bought some ingots and candles, and he rode his motorcycle to his daughter's tomb, where the surroundings were quiet and looked particularly gloomy.

Although the monk of King Kong Temple gave him a string of wind chimes that opened the light, saying that it could reduce the resentment of the deceased, he remembered to play the family card.

By the hazy moonlight, Bai Shan was a little bold, and while throwing paper money into the fire, he said in pieces, "Xiaoxue, Dad couldn't stand you before, what did you say you couldn't think of?" ”

"When I first met your mother, I was pregnant with you two sisters before we got married, and it was called unmarried pregnancy at that time, do you know?"

"Your mother is going to beat you down, I said I was going to give birth, if it weren't for me, you and your sister would have been gone!"

"No matter what I say, it's your father, I can't pull you, and I still pull out the revenge, right?"

"You urge Chang Jun to urge uncle, that's a live animal, you ruined your own girl, Dad is much better than him!"

"You have to hate, you hate your mother, she is not a thing, you see how good her life is, she is the one who has lived so hard, you go to be her, don't be your father, I don't live an easy life......"

The flaming flames were blown by the wind, as if demons were dancing.

"Whew...... Whew......"

The wind gusted in the wild, and the scalp of Baishan was numb for a while.

Suddenly, a cold hand reached out out of nowhere and grabbed his ankle.

"Ahh

"Don't come here......"

"Go away, get out of the ...... for Lao Tzu"

Bai Shan rushed to the motorcycle with a rolling belt, shouting, "Don't hurt me...... Don't come here......"

But the hand on the ankle was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and it was grasped tighter and tighter, as if it were about to break his bones.

At this time, the motorcycle couldn't catch fire, Bai Shan was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and in a hurry, he picked up the starting lever and held it one by one.

I don't know how many times I kicked it, but finally the engine of the motorcycle turned, and Bai Shan jumped out with a twist of the accelerator and rode the car as fast as he could.

But no matter how he accelerated, he just couldn't shake off the invisible hand on his ankle, and the ice-like strangulation force shrank tighter and tighter.

It wasn't until he entered the toll booth in Qili that Bai Shan parked the car in a crowded place, and he was a little bolder, and he looked down and took a closer look, it was not a hand at all.

On his ankle, a snake was wrapped.

"Hiss......"

Bai Shan breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and pinched the snake's seven inches, pulled it off his leg with force, and slammed it to the ground.

"I'm scared to death, alas......"

Bai Shan, who was already a soldier, wiped a cold sweat, he really didn't know what to do.

When he got home, Bai Shan hung the wind chimes in the living room, unscrewed a bottle of liquor, and poured it into his stomach with a clatter, and the more he drank, the more his hands trembled.

When the wind picked up, the wind chimes made a crisp sound of jingling bells, which made him feel a lot more at ease.

The sleepiness gradually came over, and Bai Shan sank into sleep.

Suddenly, he felt as if there was a thousand pounds of weight pressing on his body, hazy and out of breath, as if he was awake but not awake, he couldn't sleep, he couldn't shout, he couldn't move.

It's as if something transparent was pressing down on him.

I don't know how long this situation lasted, and Bai Shan really wished someone could push him and wake him up from his nightmare.

The wind chimes jingled and rang all night.

In the end, Bai Shan exerted his strength, his body tensed, and he opened his eyes.

"Whew...... Finally woke up! ”

But he hadn't even breathed his breath yet, but he found ......

himself, he was actually hung on the fan.

What's going on?

How can I hang myself?

His neck was tightened by the rope, and Bai Shan was almost out of breath, and it turned out that the moment he woke up, he had already kicked down the stool under his feet.

"Let's go!"

One heel fell off his foot, the other still on his foot.

It was his daughter's high heels.

It turns out that he had been sleepwalking last night, and it was he himself walking around the house in his daughter's high heels?

The feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, and Bai Shan made a "whine" sound in his throat, and the more he struggled, the more he couldn't break free.

A gust of wind blew, lifting a page of paper on the table and drifting in front of his eyes, it turned out to be a will.

What is his dead daughter planning?

Bai Shan couldn't see the content on it at all, the rope pressed the blood vessels in his neck, and the oxygen supply to his brain was insufficient, so he only felt that his eyes were getting more and more blurry.

There was only one terrible thought left in his mind.

I want S, I want S......

Help me......

Baishan struggled and jumped, squinting his eyes and looking at the window, only to see that the clouds outside the window were light and the wind was light, and the sun was indescribably shining.

I'm running out of energy......

His face flushed, and his heart swelled with despair.

It turns out that death is not terrible, but the despair in the face of death makes the soul tremble.

The fear he had brought to his daughter for so long, the source of the great pleasure he had given him, the father had finally felt it.

How terrible the fear, the pain, the taste.

He used cruelty to outline the grief of his family, and finally, he scratched the end of S's death with his own hands.

"Jingle ......"

The wind chimes are tinkling, crisp and pleasant.

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uploaded three chapters in one go, and the plot of wearing high heels to hang a fan at the end was adapted by Zhang Wei based on his own experience.

He used less than 10,000 words to describe a bloody hatred, and the father's retribution is the reader's cool point.

In fact, the reader's mind is very easy to figure out, maybe in reality they are very obscene, very dirty, but when reading the novel, they have a righteous and powerful heart, I hope that all stories can have a good and evil ending, after all, the reality is so depressing, everyone reads the novel just to be cool!

If the wicked do not receive retribution, and the reader looks at it and holds his breath, who will spend money to buy it for himself?

In the end, what makes people think about it is the will, which indicates that Bai Xue's revenge will be transferred to another family, which can be regarded as a foreshadowing.

Zhang Wei believes that this short 10,000-word reincarnation of good and evil can definitely hold up the golden three chapters of the work, and then it will be up to us to see if it can pass the review.

After a few bites of breakfast, Zhang Wei finally couldn't help but be tired and fell asleep.