During the Southern Song Dynasty, Hangzhou was not only the capital, but also the first Buddhist country in the world at that time, and there were 800 temples in the Hushan area alone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Time has passed, and today there are less than 20 left, which can be described as a depression.

Nowadays, temples do not accept outsiders at will, and occasionally allow lay people or devotees to stay for a certain period of time in the name of short-term classes.

I am not a monk or a refuge layman, so I thought that it would not be so easy to enter the monastery for a short period of time, but I was allowed to stay in the monastery after a few words with the visiting monks, provided that I practiced with the master in the monastery every day.

The abbot, Master Haiqing, is an elder in his sixties, and his eyes are full of wisdom.

When he first saw me, he had a look of wanting to say something.

I'm shocked, isn't he seeing through his identity?

A dignified onmyoji practices in a Buddhist temple, and it is embarrassing to say it.

However, he stared at me for a long time and didn't say anything, and slowly left after whispering "Amitabha".

The monks in the temple have long been accustomed to this way of Zen Buddhism, and although the eyes that looked at me were full of curiosity and doubt, they finally led me to the residence of the layman.

There were many rooms and very few laymen, so I was assigned a separate room.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the whole temple turns off the lights and rests, and no noise is allowed.

After a day of hard work, everyone had already fallen asleep.

I had so many things on my mind that I couldn't sleep anyway.

At that moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Sincere! Sincere! Sincere!

The voice is getting more and more urgent, could it be that something big happened in the temple?

I opened the door and exited, but I didn't find half a figure.

"Hey! Who is knocking on the door? I whispered, but there was no response.

Is it a prank?

It's unlikely.

It is all a temple property, and there are no idle people living except for monks and laymen. Moreover, the walls around it are very high, and when the temple door is closed at night, the naughty children in the village cannot climb in.

I closed the door in confusion, but before I could get back to the bed, there was another knock.

Tuk Tuk ......

I swept to the door, opened the door and looked, but there was still no one.

Could it be a ghost?

The gloomy white moonlight poured on the bare trees, reflecting countless enchanting figures on the ground.

Instead of going back to the house, I went to the middle of the courtyard and shouted around, "Who is it?" Don't you dare to come out sneaky! ”

The only answer to me was the cold wind that whimpered.

Tuk Tuk ......

The knock on the door sounded like a ghost.

This time, I didn't go to the front door, but jumped out of the window with a "bang".

I believe that at my own speed, it is impossible not to see the shadow of the person knocking on the door.

But to my surprise, there was still no one in front of the door.

The cold wind blew by, adding to the chill in my heart.

Are there really ghosts?

If there is a ghost, why can't you feel it?

Could it be that the Black Lady of Tiger Mountain is warning me?

I stood in the doorway, my shirt soaked with sweat.

This time the knock was long and more rapid, and it took about a minute before it subsided.

With a "squeak", the doors of the neighboring houses opened, and a few sleepy heads poked out: "What are you knocking on in the middle of the night?" If you don't sleep, people will still sleep! ”

"That's it, tell the abbot tomorrow and let him go home early!"

I smiled wryly and explained, "I didn't knock it." ”

"You didn't knock it, could it be a ghost?"

I nodded, and shook my head again.

The laymen were stunned: "You nodded and shook your head, what do you mean?" ”

"Nodding my head means it might be a ghost knocking on the door, shaking my head to mean I didn't see it."

A very young layman said: "How can there be ghosts in a dignified temple and a righteous place? ”

I said lightly, "You're wrong, the temple is a gathering place for ghosts. As the saying goes, people fight for a breath, and ghosts fight for a pillar of incense. Many ghosts who are unable to enter the six realms of samsara hope to be transcended by listening to the sound of the Buddha. ”

The older laymen nodded their heads with a look of horror on their faces.

"The thousand-year-old temple will inevitably have more supernatural things. It's better to rest early, and we'll go to Master Haiqing early tomorrow morning to ask for an explanation. ”

The strange knock on the door rang only three times.

Even so, I was completely sleepy, barely holding my eyelids until the wee hours of the morning.

From the top of the hill rang the bell for the morning class.

The rules in the temple are very strict, every day at half past four in the morning to go to the Daxiong Hall for morning class, and then have breakfast an hour later. Because something like this happened at night, I made an appointment with a few laymen to go to the abbot Haiqing first.

But at five o'clock, Haiqing didn't appear.

The morning service is a must for every monk in the temple, even the abbot.

Is there something he is delaying?

An hour later, the bell rang and everyone entered the hall in great order.

When the deacon of the hall saw that I was still standing at the door, he came up and said, "It's time for breakfast, let's go in." ”

I turned to him and saluted, and asked, "Master, are you all here?" ”

The deacon of the hall was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his neck and looked into the hall, and replied, "It's here." Why do you ask this? ”

"Why didn't you see Master Haiqing? Doesn't he usually eat here? ”

When the deacon of the hall was told this, he glanced into the hall again, and then looked surprised: "Hey, it's strange, why didn't he arrive today?" I'll go in and ask. ”

After asking around the hall, everyone said that they had not seen the abbot since the morning class.

I asked, "Is Master Haiqing ill?" ”

Everyone shook their heads, saying that he was still leading everyone out of the back mountain yesterday afternoon, and he was in good health.

The deacon said, "Let's talk about it after dinner." ”

Last night's incident made my heart go up and down, and I politely refused: "Thank you, I won't eat breakfast." I'm in a bit of a hurry to find him. By the way, where is his meditation room? ”

The deacon said, "That's right. Which brother would take him to the abbot's house? ”

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged monk named Yankong stood up.

When he came to the abbot's meditation room, he stepped forward and knocked on the door and said, "Master, I'm acting empty!" There are laymen who are in a hurry to find you. ”

There was no response from inside the door.

Yan Kong was stunned for a moment, and continued to knock on the door: "Master, are you inside?" If you are there, you should give a sound! ”

Still no response.

Yan Kong wondered: "Did you go out early in the morning?" ”

I wanted to look through the window, but unfortunately the curtains were all closed.

I thought it was a little odd, so I asked him if he had the key to the door.

Yankong was also worried about an accident, so he hurriedly retrieved a spare key from the logistics room.

When I opened the door, a cool air rushed up my back from the palm of my foot.

In the dimly lit room, Master Haiqing sat cross-legged on a futon.

His face was very calm, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was smiling, but dark red blood oozed from his eyes, which made people feel weird and terrifying.

Yankong froze in place as if he had been struck by lightning, and after a while, he stepped forward to probe Master Haiqing's snort and pulse, and burst into tears.

I froze.

As an onmyoji, he is very familiar with death.

I went to Master Haiqing's body and examined it carefully.

There were no wounds on his body, no demon possession, no signs of poisoning, and no signs of a fight at the scene, if it weren't for the bleeding eyes, I would almost have assumed that he was safe and sound.

However, just as I got up, I smelled a ghostly smell coming from the corpse.

This breath is extremely faint, and you can't smell it at all if you don't smell it carefully.

In addition to demon possession, a similar situation can occur when cultivating evil arts.

Yankong was still crying, and I waited for him to calm down and asked, "Does Master Haiqing have an acute medical history?" ”

Yan Kong wiped his tears with his sleeve, shook his head and said, "Master himself is proficient in medical skills, and his body has always been very good. ”

I asked again, "Has he been practicing some kind of extremely advanced spell lately?" ”

Yan Kong was stunned, looked me up and down, and said, "What do you mean?" ”

"Sometimes this happens when cultivating spells."

Yan Kong frowned: "We are here for Zen and pure double cultivation, one heart to chant Buddha and meditate, and to practice magic or something, it's a Taoist thing, right?" ...... the hell you?"

I saw that he began to doubt me, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm from Hushan Village down the mountain." When I was a child, I saw that there was an onmyoji practice in the village, and I thought it was ...... Please don't blame Master. ”

"Okay, you have to concentrate on your cultivation in the future, understand?" Seeing that I was still young, he didn't say anything.

I nodded, but I was at a loss.

Thinking of the strange knock on the door last night, he muttered: "I see that Master Haiqing's death is very weird, could it be that some powerful ghost did it?" ”

Yankong smiled bitterly: "The temple is a pure place, where did the ghost come from?" Today's young people, what are they thinking about in their little brains! ”

I rubbed my head in embarrassment, and it seemed that I had to hand over the forensic examination to the Public Security Bureau.

As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, a gloomy voice floated from behind: "Don't go...... Don't go ......."