I stayed outside for a while, and the mountain wind was getting stronger and stronger, and it was blowing cold. When I returned to the tent, the wind outside was blowing on the tent, and the ghost was crying wolf, and in some places it might have blown through the mountain hole, and it made a whistle-like sound, which was very weird.

Tonight I was in a tent with two Hong Kongers, and they both woke up and were curled up in their sleeping bags. None of us spoke, and all three of us had bad faces.

And so, no one spoke, and there was nothing to do, so they listened to the rumor until twelve o'clock in the night.

There was a noise in another tent, and two Hong Kong people got out of the bed, packed up their equipment, and prepared to shoot the scene of Master Wu doing it for a while.

They were busy, and I was a little sleepy, and I got into my sleeping bag, and my eyelids weighed like a thousand pounds. The wind howled outside, and the thought of them working in the wind for a moment gave me an indescribable comfort.

I fell asleep, and I didn't know when they left, only dimly knowing that it was just me.

At some point, I sat up in a daze, and through the tent, I vaguely saw a big thing outside, and the shadow was reflected on the surface of the tent, I don't know what it was.

I rubbed my eyes, unzipped and got out, and I was scared when I got out.

It was dark outside, and the people who had come with them were gone, and the strangest thing was that the three wooden houses where Azan Wenlok practiced were also gone, and a huge Buddha statue was replaced there.

The statue is about three meters tall, extremely thin, and sits cross-legged on the ground in pitch black. The head is a pointed top, with obvious Hinayana Buddhist characteristics, which at first glance is the characteristic of Southeast Asia. It turned its back to me, facing the mountain wind blowing in, and a thick black gas fluttered on its body, dispersed and gathered like a mist.

I cautiously walked around to the front to see his face, which was frightening. This Buddha statue turned out to be a yin and yang face, with the left side of the face being snow-white and the right side of the face being pitch black. One left and one right half of the face are combined into one face, and the facial features are unified, but the white face on the left makes people look warm like spring, but the black face on the right is boundless, extremely vicious, but the combination is very compatible, and there is an indescribable weirdness.

I stood in front of it, unable to move, not wanting to move, my heart beating violently, as if time in the whole world had stopped......

Suddenly, someone pushed me, I opened my eyes dimly, and found myself still lying in the sleeping bag of the tent, and the person who pushed me was a male reporter from Hong Kong, who told me in broken Mandarin that something was wrong outside, and Master Wu was injured.

I hurriedly got up and went out of the tent with him, the wind outside was a little lighter, and I saw Master Wu sitting on the ground, wheezing and pale.

I asked Tang Shuo next to me in a low voice what was wrong, Tang Shuo said that Master Wu wanted to sense the breath of the fighting method just now, but found that his mana couldn't get out no matter what, and there seemed to be a strange magic circle here, which restrained his ability. Master Wu forcibly resisted, but was counterattacked, but fortunately he was not seriously injured.

Master Wu stood up and stared at the three huts with a solemn expression.

I remembered the dream I had just now, leaned over and said, "Master Wu, I had a strange dream just now, and I dreamed that there were no three huts, and instead there was a huge Buddha statue. ”

Venerable Wu looked at me, "What kind of Buddha statue?" ”

"There is a yin and yang face, the whole body is very dark, and there are some Thai-style Buddha statues." I say.

Master Wu stared at me for a long time, telling everyone to wait where they were.

He went into the tent, and after a short time, took out a folding shovel. Then he went into the first of the three huts, smashed the floor open, and jumped to the ground below and dug up with a shovel.

The digging time is not long, and there is a pile of dirt around. He shook his head, went back to the top, and went into the second room, where he began to dig into the ground below.

The second wooden house was dug out about a meter deep, and Master Wu shouted, "Found it." ”

The crowd hurried over.

Because it is a stilted building, and there is a floor of the house on it, it is very troublesome for us to go in to see what is going on, and we can't go in to see it. When we entered the wooden house, there was a big hole in the floor, and Master Wu was standing in it, covered in dirt. The male reporter in Hong Kong shone down with a flashlight, and only then did he see that in the soil cave below, Master Wu dug up something, which was a wooden box buried in the ground, very long, about half a meter, all soil.

Master Wu continued to dig down, digging out all this thing, and we continued on it, and it was quite heavy, and it was finally dragged up.

Several flashlights fell on the box, which was covered with charms, and there were hundreds of them, all of which were dark yellow and quite penetrating.

Master Wu climbed up and told us to avoid it, he pulled all the charms aside, and slowly lifted the lid of the box. When this was opened, everyone present was stunned, no one spoke, and there was only the sound of electricity captured by the camera.

The box contained a black mummy-like thing, half a meter long, with a clumsy body, curled up in a ball with hands and knees, and a pitch black body, so dry that there was no moisture.

Venerable Wu said to me, "This should be the Buddha you dreamed of. ”

"This is not a Buddha." I was terrified.

Tang Shuo looked at it strangely, "This is not a human being either." ”

This thing is indeed not human, the biggest feature is that the palms and soles of the feet are strangely long, the face is also pointed, lying on the side in the box, at a glance, a bit like the king in the playing cards.

"The name of this thing is Mountain Spirit," Master Wu said, "As the name suggests, it is the spirit of the mountain, and we also call it the Mountain Mandrill in China." This thing is the most spiritual, but it is also the most difficult to grow, this thing is the dark wizard's favorite practice, it is said that after the light is opened, it can pass yin and yang. I said how my spells are always imprisoned here, it turns out that the center of the circle uses mountain spirits. ”

The cameraman carried the camera and took a transparent picture of the mountain spirit inside and out. We asked what to do with this thing.

Master Wu didn't speak, and he could see that he liked this thing very much and wanted to take it away, but he hesitated, and finally waved his hand and said: "If it is a primordial mountain spirit, I will definitely keep it for myself, but since it has been consecrated by Azan Wenluo, then I can't keep it, burn it." ”

We took out gasoline and poured it on the mountain spirit's body, and Master Wu took out the charm and silently recited the scriptures, and the charm spontaneously combusted without fire and burned. With a shake of his hand, he threw the charm on the mountain spirit's body, and the flames "soared" and burned, and the fire quickly spread on the mountain spirit's body, burning out a dark blue, and the fire was extremely demonic.

None of us spoke, we all stood there and watched, feeling the heat rushing across our faces, the air trembling and wafting with an indescribable stench of burning.

Looking at the blue flames, I suddenly felt a little dazed, remembering that night in the paint factory, the grandmother burned the wood man, and it was also such a strange blue. I was a little dizzy, and I had a very unbelievable delusion, as if I was switching between two spaces, one in the workshop of the paint factory and the other in the mountains of Cambodia. Time and space flow like a backdrop.

The flames gradually went out, and everyone's eyes were solemn and a little empty. It seems that everyone is stuck in an emotion, a memory, and can't extricate themselves.

When the flame was completely extinguished, Master Wu walked up to us, made a fingerprint with his right hand, and flicked it on the forehead of each of us.

Master Wu said that mountain spirits are the most evil things, a hundred times more evil than raising little ghosts, and even if the samadhi is burned by fire, it will make the onlookers have all kinds of delusions.

Tang Shuo was puzzled: "With the help of the mountain spirits, Azanwenluo's fighting method should be very powerful, but looking at the scene, it doesn't seem to be easy." ”

Master Wu said lightly: "Don't underestimate my friend An Dong, he has the true inheritance of a master, especially since he still has the first "Sutra of All Classics" in the whole of Thailand. ”

Everyone looked at each other, they didn't understand what the "Book of Ten Thousand Classics" was, only I knew how many masters had died in order to compete for this Fa book.

As soon as the mountain spirit burned, Master Wu began to meditate cross-legged, continuing to track the traces of the mana of the fighting method.

After sitting for about ten minutes, he stood up, took the compass from his coat, began to orient it, and then strode past. We hurried to follow, and the backpacks, tents, and the like were thrown here for the time being, and no one took them in the wilderness. The crowd just carried shovels, flashlights, cameras, batteries and other things, and everything else was left in place and not cleaned up.

Master Wu walked in the mountains and forests, the speed was extremely fast, and it was not easy to follow at night, we turned on the flashlight in the back, and several light spots could only see his faint back.

In the middle of the night, Master Wu stopped and pointed ahead with his finger.

We arrived one after another, panting. Master Wu said, "There is a very heavy yin qi in front of you, and there are also signs of mana fluctuations. We're back again, and this is the mass grave where Azan Wenlok and Andong used to fight. ”

The cameraman asked, can't you go over and see it this time?

Master Wu nodded: "Go!" ”