After that day, no one saw the monk again.

After that day, there was an extra blood-stained sackcloth outside the city, and a golden Buddha with a frown and tears flowing.

After that day

A white and pure monk will always be targeted and eaten by wild beasts, right?

Even if those beasts are people, a bunch of hungry people.

It's strange to say.

On the day when the people in the city ate up the women and children and the elderly, the monk happened to come.

After the people in the city ate the flesh and blood of the monk, suddenly there was a torrential rain and thunder.

That night, countless people saw a monk standing outside the city knocking on a wooden fish, chanting scriptures but not making a sound.

Everyone thought that food was coming again, but when they looked closer, they were horrified.

The monk standing outside the city chanting the scriptures only has a white skeleton, but there are two bloodshot eyes in his eye sockets.

Those eyes, full of pain and resentment, were staring at them.

Less than half a foot away from the monk, there was a corpse, and the eyes of that corpse had long since disappeared.

If there is a person who witnesses how the monk appears, then he must know that the eyes of the monk are the eyes of the deceased.

What did the Buddha's tears flow for?

I didn't think of an answer to this question, did you think of it?

Is it for the common people who are suffering from natural disasters, suffering deeply, and starving?

Is it for the children, women, and old people who have long been swallowed by them?

Is it for this monk who once saw the people suffering, but cried and shouted without knowing that he was going to be killed?

Is it because of the pity that this monk turned into an evil ghost to seek revenge?

Is it for the people of the city who are about to be wronged and revenged?

No one knows what the Buddha wept for the Buddha, and no one can answer this question, but there is one point.

The Buddha must have wept because of compassion.

The next day, the sackclothed iniquity reappeared and struck the wooden fish, but it did not recite the scriptures without saying a sound as it did yesterday.

The scriptures it recited that night were loud and sound.

Someone could faintly see that there was an extra bloody tongue in its mouth.

"On the third night, the monk had ears and noses again, and then," the fat uncle shook his head and told the people here the story of the ancient times, and the content told was so unbelievable that no one seemed to believe it except me.

"And then what's wrong?" I couldn't help but ask curiously.

"The only three hundred and twenty-seven people left in the city are all dead." The fat uncle said with a smile: "This record is difficult to break, but it is normal, there are four (is) ordinary people in the city, and it is normal for them to be killed." ”

"Why is this the only one?" Bai Qian asked suspiciously, "There are only so many people in a city?" ”

"The famine ran away, and these cannibalistic people were scared to run, and they were wronged, and you were pinched (said)?" The fat uncle lit a cigarette, took a light puff, and then spit out: "Of course, the hungry have to face the injustice and anointment so badly, the ancient drop is different from the modern drop, although they are all called guards, but this guard is not the other." ”

"How?" I asked, frowning.

The fat uncle tapped the table with his finger: "In this story, there are people who are guarded, and they must be explained separately."

As he spoke, the fat uncle took a puff of his cigarette and slowly spoke to us.

It turns out that the monk in the story is not really unconsciously wronged, although resentment and anger have filled his heart, but he still has a heart.

Why did he only kill so many people every day, instead of killing all the people in the city like the last day?

It's very simple, he is controlling himself, but there are always times every day when he can't control it, and the last day, he has completely lost control.

Some people may wonder why a high monk would become a wrongful and mutilated ordinary person.

I can't give you this answer, and Uncle Fat can't explain it.

No one knows what the monk has experienced, and no one knows what he was thinking after being eaten by the person he wanted to save.

So here, guarding the human being, which means guarding the spiritual platform, is the human nature of the compassionate side.

Guarding one's own spiritual platform belongs to the last bit of compassion of human nature.

But over time, the meaning of the word "shouren" has changed.

The current keeper means to wait for the injustice of the arrival of the yang people in one place.

"There is a way to deal with this thing's hunger, and after a while, hunger will take you out of your anger (go) first, and then the little man will fight that injustice here." The fat uncle was very relaxed when he said this, but I had a little sign of weakness in my legs.

If you don't tell this story, I haven't done anything yet, why am I scared as soon as you tell this story?!

"Yuanbao sends money, these four (are) to deal with the folk remedies of guarding people." The fat uncle opened a black plastic bag he brought, poured the gold ingots that I had folded and was about to take out to sell on the table, and said in his mouth: "Guarding people is not the same as ordinary dripping injustices, spells can work, but if you provoke it four (yes), it will be dangerous to be entangled in dripping." ”

I asked suspiciously, "Since the charm can work, why not just solve it?" ”

"Being entangled by the keeper and dripping the living person, there will be a wisp of yin qi stored in the body, you can't find this yin qi, and you can't get it out, if you want four (yes) you to anoint the yin qi out, but it angers the guard, I'm afraid that the living person who is stored by the yin qi will be" The fat uncle didn't finish his words, shook his head and didn't say any more.

Hearing Uncle Fat's words, all the people present changed their faces.

Sun Yan's mother was even more exaggerated, tears flowed down without warning, and she grabbed the fat uncle's arm while crying: "Sir, you must help my daughter!" She's only in her twenties!! ”

The fat uncle nodded embarrassedly: "Anointing oil four (it's okay), there are hungry people, your daughter can't have a problem." ”

"Uncle, what should I do in a while, you just need to say something clear, I don't know the bottom of my heart now after listening to your previous story." I sighed helplessly.

The fat uncle counted forty-nine gold ingots folded out of gold paper and gave them to me, and then reached into the pocket of his clothes and groped for a while, and took out a copper coin and threw it to me.

"Yuanbao sends money, these four (are) a folk warlock invented a drop formation, which has a miraculous effect on the guard, can you rest assured! Absolutely oiling a problem! ”

Listening to the sound of the fat uncle laughing, I breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that he has a lot of confidence in his heart, so I am not afraid.

As soon as the laughter fell, the fat uncle explained it to me.

The so-called ingots send money, in fact, it is no different from the Taoist formation.

The ingots are the eyes of the array, there are forty-nine in total, and the spell that the fat uncle will draw on the ingots will play a role similar to that of a ghost hitting the wall.

Let's put it this way, at the beginning we will lead the keeper in, and every time he enters an ingot, he will be trapped for a while.

Of course, it is impossible to be trapped all the time, and the time for which the injustice is bound depends on the degree of the injustice.

Let's not say the highest, let's say the lowest, this gold ingot can trap the keeper for three seconds.

There are a total of forty-nine ingots in the array, that is to say, the minimum amount of time that can trap the injustice is 147 seconds, which can be a long JB long!!

In this way, it can trap the guard for more than two minutes and less than three minutes, what about me?!!

"Ghosts don't find themselves trapped, which is different from other drop formations." The fat uncle didn't care about my ugly face, and said to himself: "If you don't find it, you won't be provoked, and if you are stored in the yin qi drops, it will naturally be dangerous to be oiled." ”

"And then," I said, controlling my tone and smiling a little bit of a junior's deserving, barely resisting the urge to scold the street.

The fat uncle clapped his hands: "Then, you just stuff the copper coin into the mouth of the living person, and when the copper coin turns green, you will take the fire and burn all the ingots with the copper coin, and everything will be solved." ”

"Can copper coins be burned?" I asked, puzzled.

The fat uncle nodded and said, yes.

"Today, I hurt that injustice with Gongxiang Mars, it won't hurt Sun Yan, right?" I'm a little worried.

The fat uncle thought about it and shook his head: "Anointing oil four (it's okay), isn't the injustice running away, it is estimated that it has a good temper and is angry with oil, otherwise Sun Yan will die." ”

I shuddered, facing the murderous gazes of the women around me, not daring to say more.

Fortunately, fortunately, Lao Tzu was unlucky at the time, plus the craftsmanship was a bit trendy, plus the temper of this injustice was good, otherwise

Seriously, I don't want to be hated by these women for the rest of my life, it's going to die.

"I draw talismans, and you move in order to deal with emergencies." Uncle Fat said, took out a red gel pen used by teachers when changing homework from his pocket, and drew a charm on the gold ingot.

I obediently stood up and started the warm-up exercise, which was half a minute of chest expansion exercises, and then I pressed my legs, but suddenly I felt that something was wrong.

"Your process sounds like I'm pretty safe, there's nothing unexpected, you told me to warm up."

"Oh, who will obediently breathe in (go)?" The fat uncle grinned.

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