The morning sun, slowly rising from the end of the horizon, rolling thousands of red lights, like a holly that is about to bloom full of trees, brushes away the northern geese and leads the southern cold crossing.

This is the living world.

This is the world for which countless people fight.

According to He Muzi's meaning, he planned to go to Tianning Temple on the outskirts of the city to find a monk who had attained Taoism to go to the villa to spend his soul, otherwise, it would inevitably make people feel uneasy to sleep.

Wang Hao also felt that it was feasible, and made an appointment with He Muzi to visit the monk who had made an appointment on the Internet on the weekend to discuss important matters such as 'appearance fee'.

He Muzi was sent over by a man who drove a black coupe, and they got out of the car together, He Muzi's face was a little depressed, and he said with a forced smile: "Morning, Wang Hao, it's seven o'clock, we should be able to reach Tianning Temple before nine o'clock." ”

Wang Hao hummed at the door of the police room, noticed the gaze of another man, and found that the man who drove the black coupe was looking at him unscrupulously, his eyes were vigilant and vigilant, but it was not surprising.

That's how men get jealous.

Bear-like.

"Muzi, won't you introduce me?" The man said coldly.

"I don't think that's necessary." He Muzi was a little annoyed that he looked like no one in his eyes and was aggressive, and planned to ignore him, and he and Wang Hao took a taxi and left.

The man said, "It's rude for you to be like this, you have friends from afar, don't you introduce me?" ”

There is a friend in his mouth, but it is obviously not referring to himself.

He Muzi heard the voiceover, she had never seen anyone thicker than him, and she was so angry that she couldn't speak.

He Muzi endured it, simply complied with his thoughts, and introduced: "Wang Hao, this is Meng Tingwei...... Meng Tingwei, this is Wang Hao, my good friend, who is now working in the Phoenix community. ”

Everyone can hear that she introduced Wang Hao so carefully, and for Meng Tingwei, she only said a few words, and her relatives were immediately apparent.

Meng Tingwei looked at Wang Hao and let out a long sigh: "Oh." ”

What does that mean? He Muzi frowned.

"I still have something to do with Wang Hao, you can send me here, go and get busy with you." He Muzi intends to end his 'chance encounter' with him in this way.

"To Tianning Temple?" Meng Tingwei carried out the uninteresting to the end, "That place is far away, I'll drive you." ”

"No need, I'll take a taxi with Wang Hao."

"It's rush hour soon, taxis will be stuck in traffic jams on the elevated highway, take my car, I know a shortcut." Meng Tingwei is kind and persuasive.

"Meng Tingwei!"

"Then let's take his car, and we can save a taxi fee, thank you, brother." Wang Hao pulled He Muzi and walked towards the black coupe.

Meng Tingwei was immediately in high spirits when she heard this, no matter how violent He Muzi was, she actually laughed: "Hey, that's right, it just so happens that I haven't been to worship the Bodhisattva for a long time, and I've been very bad luck recently." ”

Tianning Temple is located in the southern suburbs of about two hours' drive from the city, originally just a dilapidated and depressed small temple, I don't know when it began, the good men and women in the city suddenly increased, the incense of Tianning Temple is also flourishing day by day, the temple is full of smoke all day long, and the monks who eat red can be seen everywhere.

As soon as you enter the temple gate, you can only see the ancient temple forest forest, and the treasure is solemn, which makes people's hearts can't help but precipitate.

In the crowded legal logistics office, Meng Tingwei followed Wang Hao and He Muzi to scold and squeeze out of the crowd: "Fuck, why are there so many people?" ”

The three of them walked and watched while they had their own hearts, and the most incense in the temple was, of course, in front of the statue of Guan Gong, Meng Tingwei bought incense and candles like other pilgrims in the countryside and handed them to He Muzi and Wang Hao respectively.

"Three thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine yuan," Meng Tingwei noticed He Muzi's puzzled eyes, and added, "The most expensive one I can buy." ”

He Muzi said with a faint expression: "The most expensive is not necessarily the best——— sincerity is blessed." ”

Meng Tingwei blinked, as if she understood what she didn't understand.

Wang Hao smiled on the side, turned around and walked towards the huge incense burner in the center of the courtyard.

He said: "No matter what you think, you have to light it, I heard that the gods and Buddhas in the temple are very effective, maybe we can really fulfill our wishes." Everyone has the pain of not being able to ask for it, if a stick of incense can make people feel at ease, there is no difference between sincerity and insincerity. ”

Meng Tingwei was silent, He Muzi knew that he had always been rebellious, and he wanted to scold those he didn't like to the end, but he didn't expect him to talk back again, but instead lit incense candles slightly clumsily, and solemnly kowtowed in front of the Buddha like the other two, and a merit book was placed in front of the statue, and those who had worshiped incense would write down what they wanted on it as usual.

After worshipping the Buddha, Meng Tingwei threw incense money into the merit box again, and He Muzi saw that he stuffed a pile of hundred-yuan bills into it without blinking his eyes, and couldn't help but say: "Just talk about your heart." ”

"I don't believe in the Buddha's miracles, so it's not appropriate to say this here. If the Buddha thinks I've blasphemed it, let me die and go to hell. So much money...... I'm just making a deal with the Buddha......"

He Muzi rolled his eyes at him.

Meng Tingwei clasped her hands together for a long time before she stood up and patted the dust on her suit.

Wang Hao still knelt on the futon, it seemed that every time he knelt on the ground for a second, the Buddha would bless him a little more, he tried to imagine himself infinitely small, small enough to escape all suffering, he imagined the Buddha statue in front of him to be infinitely large, big enough to cover all sinister.

After bowing, he also stood up with his palms folded, and the troubles in his heart were not eliminated in the slightest, and the bell struck again, and the buzzing bell swished into his head like countless fine steel needles.

Wang Hao felt nausea and dizziness.

There was a rustle of cloth soles rubbing against the blue brick floor in the back hall, and the host twisted a string of Buddhist beads and walked out slowly.

All those who knelt down hurriedly bowed and folded: "Master." ”

The host returned the salute with a smile, then looked at He Muzi and said, "Master He, I haven't seen you for a long time, the junior brother of the poor monk is waiting for you in the back hall." ”

He Muzi greeted Wang Hao, Meng Tingwei also followed cheekily, on the way, the host turned his head to look at Wang Hao, smiled and said: "This donor looks tired, restless, and seems to have troubles?" ”

"Master Mingjian." Wang Hao raised his head and smiled bitterly, "I've been in a bit of trouble recently, I've bumped into something unclean, and I've had nightmares every day, I wonder if the master can give me some guidance?" ”

The host laughed hehehe: "The poor monk can't drive away evil spirits, this kind of thing, the poor monk is better at it." But there are a few words that I would like to hear from the benefactor. ”

Wang Hao bowed down again and said eagerly, "Master, please speak." ”

"The Dizo Bodhisattva Sutra says that Sinai is the emptiness of the three views and the abyss of one reality. If sentient beings in future lives, whether dreaming or sleeping, see all the ghosts and gods and all kinds of forms, or sorrow or cry, or sorrow or sigh, or fear or horror. These are all lifetimes, ten lives, hundreds of lives, thousands of lives, parents, male and female sisters, husband and wife, dependents, in the evil taste, not to leave, nowhere to hope for blessing to be saved, when the flesh and blood of the world, to make it convenient, willing to leave the evil way.

In other words, in the six realms of reincarnation, there is no real great evildoer. The original meaning of Prajna is the denial of the illusion as real, and the world's knowledge of ghosts and ghosts can only be obtained through the complete denial of all worldly knowledge. In this way, ghosts are the essence of the phenomena of things, and this essence can only be manifested in the complete negation of phenomena. Of course, ghosts cannot be recognized without phenomena, because ghosts are manifested through the unreality of phenomena.

Buddhism applies the idea of ghosts and ghosts to specific categories, forming concepts such as "no dwelling", "no gain", "no appearance", and "no life". "No dwelling" means not dwelling in "famous words"; "Nothingness" refers to the "self-nature" of the mind to the object; "Phaselessness" refers to the fact that the mind is not attached to the "phase of things"; "Non-life" refers to the fact that the mind sees phenomena as non-life and non-existent. Therefore, everything should go with the flow and not climb the fate, which is the principle of 'broadening the relationship of the Dharma' in Buddhism. ”

The host's tone was gentle, and Wang Hao asked in a low voice, "Master, then what should I do?" ”

The host raised the hand holding the Buddha beads back to his chest and said with a smile: "Only the heart, there is no face-to-face evaluation." ”

Wang Hao fell on the end thoughtfully, and almost stumbled when he stepped into the back hall, as if he had lost his soul.

It is people who do people, those who do demonic things are demons, and those who do demonic things are called demons.

……

"Then, tonight, the poor monk will go to the villa and have a look." The monk said.

"Master, that place is really terrifying, you must be fully prepared!" Wang Hao reminded.

"Don't worry, the poor monk has a special exorcism charm, even if the opponent uses any magic skills, he can't match the boundless Dharma."

"Okay." After hearing these words, Wang Hao nodded reassuringly.

"As long as the poor monk goes, there will be no mistakes, so you can rest assured that you can watch it."

"Please." Wang Hao and He Muzi nodded in unison.

At night, Villa No. 72

The monk had changed into a yellow robe and sat on the ground, waiting for the monster to appear.

Candles are lit in the room.

Wang Hao and He Muzi waited anxiously in the room not far away.

The monk seemed to have tiny ancient characters written on his forehead, and he told the two of them that these words could ward off evil spirits.

Everything is going according to normal.

It's coming.

It's coming soon.

Wang Hao waited with He Muzi expectantly.

"When will the caged bird fly out

Turtles are caught before dawn

Behind the back, it's weird

Cage, cage, caged bird......"

There was a burst of children's singing from the villa.

He Muzi asked Wang Hao, and Wang Hao said that he felt like he was floating from the ceiling, and the voice kept wandering above his head.

The strange thing is that He Muzi is not from the source of the sound he heard, why does he listen to the song as if it came from the ground? Is it a hallucination?

The song is like a group of children singing nursery rhymes, and the sound is a little ethereal and weird, which makes people's hearts feel muffled and even more depressed.

"Do you say that there can be anyone else in this villa besides us, how can there be children singing?" Wang Hao remembered the little boy he met in the villa last time, and he was suddenly a little nervous, and a handful of sweat broke out in his palms.

The singing voice became even more weird, and it became a female voice again, a very shrill and very complaining cry.

"Mud Doll...... Mud Doll ...... A mud doll......

It has no eyes...... There is no mouth......

The child carries a mud doll on his back...... Walk out into the garden to see the flowers......

Doll cries and calls mom...... But mom has been buried in the sand......"

The two of them suddenly felt their scalps tingle.

I was scared when I suddenly heard a monk's 'ah' scream from the living room.

Wang Hao and He Muzi hurriedly ran to the living room, the door of the villa was open, and the cold wind poured in.

The room was filled with a strange fishy smell.

"Blood?!" Wang Hao said.

After a scream, the monk took out a charm from his bosom and wanted to stick it on the pillar of the coffee table.

However, his body suddenly seemed to be grabbed by some kind of invisible object, and then he fell out again.

The monk smashed into the pile of debris, hit the wall, and in a cloud of smoke and dust, seven holes bled out, and I am afraid that the internal organs also bleed.

The half-dead monk moaned on the ground.

"Ahh

He Muzi screamed, and squatted on the ground, trembling with fright.

Then, as if an invisible hand grabbed the monk's collar and lifted the monk's upper body, his collar was erected up, his mouth was pulled open, and the invisible hand controlled the monk's hand to grab several sharp table legs scattered to the ground.

Then, the monk grabbed it with both hands and stabbed it into his chest.

The power suddenly disappeared, and the monk immediately rolled on the ground in pain, and after a 'woo', the monk's body stopped moving.

At this point, the candles were suddenly extinguished, and the whole villa creaked and swayed.

Then, there was a clattering sound from the roof, like a saw sawing through the floor slabs.

"Let's go! Let's get out of here! It's going crazy again—" Wang Hao pulled He Muzi up, his face as white as paper.

There was a rumbling sound throughout the villa.

After speaking, the two of them ran out as if they were running.

As soon as I got outside, the villa, which was rumbling just now, suddenly stopped making a sound and didn't shake anymore.

The whole of Seventy-Two was once again shrouded in darkness.