The shopkeeper thought he was drunk and brought a new bowl.

It's a pity that the wind didn't pick up the wine bowl in front of him, and he silently flicked the pyre in front of him, and his eyes reflected the dancing fire.

"Brother, why is it that I can't drink today?"

The shopkeeper looked at Xifeng half-jokingly, this man's mass yesterday left a deep impression on him.

A drunken smile appeared at the corner of Xifeng's mouth: "You can't always drink too much!" ”

The shopkeeper thought that he had outdone the somewhat sloppy man in terms of alcohol today, so he sat back proudly and continued to talk about the female bodhisattva.

The lamas told Suhe that the female bodhisattva could exorcise evil spirits from his wife.

In the past, Su He had only heard that the living Buddhas in Lamaism were very effective, but he rarely heard that there were female bodhisattvas in Lamaism.

Su He never questioned the gods, and what really made Su He compromise was her dead wife.

After death, the blood does not flow again, so blood stasis, and in a short period of time, corpse spots accumulate on the lowest part of the person.

When Su He wiped his wife's body, he was horrified to find that his wife's back was clean and weird.

This made Su He and Su He's relatives more sure that the evil spirit still hadn't left, and they were even more afraid that the evil spirit contaminated by this woman would bring them bad luck.

What frightened Su He even more was that the black slap marks on his wife's belly were getting more and more.

So, when the lamas said they wanted to take their wives away, Su He only hesitated for a short time before agreeing.

On that day, the grassland seemed to be hazy and shrouded in a layer of turbid yellow.

Such a grassland made Su He unable to mention a trace of kindness in his heart, and in the distance, the shadow of the mountains was like a knife.

After leaving, the lamas went a long way, and Suhe followed a long way.

The sunset at dusk was a little gloomy, and Su He gradually couldn't see the grassland behind him.

Suhe asked the lama, why is the temple so far away, and is the Bodhisattva in the temple?

The lama pointed into the distance and remained silent.

And when Su He looked at the fingers of the red-clothed lama, the yellow endless riverbank seemed to be able to swallow people's minds, making Su He feel a sense of drowning.

Along the way, the lamas walked silently, carrying his wife's body.

Everything seems to be different from the past.

When the lamas finally stopped, it was already dark.

Su He ate dry food, drank strong wine, leaned on the dirt and rocky beach, the wind was very strong, and the dust was poured into people's mouths, and it was difficult for people who choked to catch their breath.

On such a bad night, the lamas lit a lot of fires against the river, and the flames from the wind puffed into the river.

Su He mistakenly thought that the lamas were going to burn his wife, and struggled to get up and ran over.

"The Bodhisattva is going to exorcise evil spirits for your wife!"

The red-clothed lama clutched Su He's arm, as if his throat had been blown by the wind and sand, and his voice was a little rough.

"Bodhisattva? Where is the Bodhisattva? Guru, we have traveled so far, where is the Bodhisattva? Why did you bring my wife to this sparsely populated place? ”

Su He was surprised to find that no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't get rid of the thin arm of the red-clothed lama.

The fire burned even brighter.

The palm of the red-clothed lama's hand was like an iron hoop, always locking Su He.

The lama by the fire carried the body to the riverbank, and the wind blew away the white cloth covering the body, on which were incantations written by the old shaman.

The white cloth fluttered, but it fell on the pyre against the wind, and in the flames, the spells that were painted all over the place, emitted a scorching light like blood.

Su He was not far away, and he rubbed his eyes a few times, but the white cloth had already turned into ashes in a trance.

"Master, why do you burn my wife's body when you are driving out evil spirits?"

The sand and stone crunched in the mouth.

The red-clothed lama pulled Su He forward a few steps and motioned for Su He not to make a sound.

At this time, the rest of the lamas sat down cross-legged on the ground and untied their cloth bags from behind them, which contained fragments of copied scriptures.

The sky was filled with the strange chanting of the lamas, who recited a sentence and sprinkled a lot of the scriptures into the river.

Su He's back suddenly began to tingle, because there were many strange shadows on the ground of the riverbank next to the fire, jumping past.

There was no one, only shadows on the ground that had nowhere to come from.

Those shadows flocked to his wife's corpse.

Su He watched in horror as his dead wife opened her green eyes, raised the corners of her mouth, and smiled hideously.

Jet-black blood began to trickle down from the corners of the corpse's mouth.

At this time, Su He finally stopped being obsessed with any heavenly burial, and begged the red-clothed lama: "The evil spirit is my wife who was killed by the evil spirit!" ”

As he spoke, Su He angrily pulled out the scimitar he was carrying.

The red-clothed lama just glanced at it lightly, but Su He was cold from his heart to the soles of his feet.

At that glance, Su He was sure that this was not the gaze that a compassionate person should have.

And the lamas sitting cross-legged by the fire, the chanting in their mouths became hasty in vain, and they grabbed a handful of gray-white powder from the jar at their feet and sprinkled it on the rattling fire, which were ashes.

The pale yellow flames crackled and burst a few sparks, and gradually turned into something like pale blue ghost fire, and it no longer swayed with the wind.

Suddenly there was a baby's cry on the riverbank.

Su He saw the pale blue fire, which condensed into the faces of babies one after another.

The corpse on the river bank suddenly sat up, staring directly at Su He, grinning weirdly.

Su He's head buzzed, and he waved his scimitar to cut off the lama's arm, but no blood flowed out of the wound, and it was supported like dry wood, and through the clothes that were blown away by the wind, Su He saw that on the lama's chest, an inverted blood lotus-like pattern, the pattern was very dim, and it seemed that a long time had passed.

When Su He rushed over, he was stunned to find that where the pale blue flames reflected, a figure was standing quietly by the riverbank.

The light is too dim and there is almost no moon.

Su He didn't know when this figure appeared.

Su He heard the lamas chanting, female bodhisattva.

The female bodhisattva was very young, and she didn't seem to be afraid of the hideous corpse at all, and walked over very gently.

Apart from gentleness, Su He couldn't find any other words to describe it.

And then, Su He saw that on the ground, there was a shadow unexpectedly.

The shadow crawled out, and there was still no one in sight, only a thin shadow, which fell off from the corpse little by little, and the big belly of the corpse was also missing little by little.

Su He's mind was filled with a terrible cry like a wolf cub.

Indescribable anger, wife and son, all the dignity of a man.

Su He roared and rushed over angrily, he wanted to hack to death this evil spirit that took the life of his wife and children, and hack this evil bodhisattva to death, even if he took his own life.

People are afraid of ghosts, gods, demons, and evil, and what they are afraid of is nothing more than death, and if they are not afraid of death, ghosts, gods, and demons will be completely fearless.

But when Su He rushed over, his wife's corpse opened its mouth and gushed out a cloud of black blood, spraying on Su He's face, and the knife in his hand fell in response......

When Su He woke up, it was already noon the next day, he was tired, his eyes were full of stars, and his chest was nauseous.

On the riverbank, there was nothing but a dried corpse wrapped in a red cloth, no lamas, no female bodhisattvas, no corpses, and no ghosts.

On the way back, Su He met an acquaintance of herdsmen.

The first thing the herdsman asked him was: "Suheanda, where have you been, that day you went south by yourself, I called you from afar, and you didn't agree......

……

After Su He went back, in the yurt, his wife's body was still lying quietly, on the white cloth, the old shaman wrote those spells but they had been spent one by one......

The shopkeeper said this word by word with a calm face, and drank the spirits of more than sixty degrees in one gulp, letting out a heart-rending roar.

Xifeng lowered his eyes: "Later, your Suhe brother?" ”

The shopkeeper suddenly had some fear on his face, and recalled: "When I saw Su He, he was already thin and only had bones left, and his face was an abnormal cyan, he told me this, he said, tell others, others don't believe it!" ”

"He's dead?" Xifeng's body trembled a little.

The shopkeeper had a strange smile on his face, nodded and said, "Dead!" When I saw him, he died not long after, and I heard the old shaman say that he was poisoned by the corpse and died, and the kind of corpse poison that could not be dissolved, in short, no one could explain it clearly, and when he died, his body was rotten......"