I looked at the black on my chest, and I always felt that it was not as mysterious as a man said, I patted my body, and it was fine.

The senior monk said a word to a man, and the man's expression was embarrassed, and he walked up to me, reached out and pinched my chest.

"Your uncle, it hurts." I shook off a man's hand.

A man looked at me and asked, "Does it really hurt?" ”

When I heard this, I rubbed my chest, and I really didn't feel the slightest pain. "It doesn't hurt, what's the matter?"

Then the monk said a lot, and I only heard a man convey one sentence, "The heart is the lifeblood of a person, and your lifeblood has been broken." ”

"What do you mean when the lifeline is broken, nothing will happen to me." I stammered.

"You're not serious, you'll be fine if you take care of it, but the Zen monk said that the deceased is no longer with you." A man looked at me with a cute look in his eyes.

I nodded, but didn't speak.

I don't speak, it doesn't mean that the monk doesn't speak, "The deceased is already very weak, according to common sense, the deceased can't appear during the day, but he has been running around many times during the day." ”

I still didn't speak, I knew if he was framing me, and I couldn't let people see the signs and tell them all. I glanced at the monk, and I didn't see any actual ability in him, except that he seemed to have some ability.

Suddenly, I was grabbed by several novices, and I couldn't break free, and then a woman who looked to be in her fifties approached me with a syringe, and I lost consciousness when I felt a pinprick pain.

When I woke up again, I had just opened my eyes when I was pierced by a burst of candlelight, and there was the sound of chanting in my ears.

I looked overhead in the interior of the temple, a large room, and a god and Buddha who were countless times larger than me. Similar to the Chinese Maitreya Buddha, with a kind smile.

I sat up and looked around at what looked like a cage of confinement, except that the top of my head was open, I looked like the Monkey King imprisoned in a bowl. It was all metal, it was smooth, like a metal bowl, and I was in the middle of it, and it was harder for me to escape from here than it was to the sky.

I still heard the sound of chanting in my ears, this sound in the bowl, constantly amplified, at first I didn't feel it, but after a long time, it felt harsh.

I kept shouting outside, but I couldn't seem to be heard outside, and the chanting didn't stop for the slightest.

After shouting for half an hour, no one paid attention to me, helplessly, I sat in the middle of the bowl, except for a pair of underwear, there was nothing of value on my body, I was naked, looking at the smooth surroundings, waiting for someone to hang down on me.

Not to mention, it didn't take long for me to stop chanting, and my bad luck also struck, I don't know who poured a bucket of water on top of my head, and hit me directly in the face.

"Who the fuck is so immoral." I craned my neck and cursed.

As soon as I had finished the last word, another bucket of water tilted down and filled my mouth.

I'm kind of out of temper, and I don't stop on it, bucket after bucket, and pour it in continuously. It didn't stop until it was over my waist.

When I saw that the pouring had stopped, I craned my neck and looked out, but I couldn't see anything but a Buddha on the roof, which was countless times larger.

"Ma Dong." A man's voice entered this bowl, expanding infinitely.

I touched my ears and pinched my throat, "What are you doing here, Lao Tzu can sue you for illegal detention." I shouted unceremoniously.

I didn't hear an answer, and two minutes later, as if a huge object had hit the bowl I was on, I heard a stampede.

I saw a swarthy face appear on the edge of the bowl, if I didn't know him, looking at his appearance, he was definitely simple and kind.

"Ma Dong, how's it going?" A man said awkwardly.

I craned my neck to look at a man, "Phew, fool me, lock me up in this place." ”

A man had a puzzled expression, in my opinion, pretending to be innocent, "I can't get in here if I want to, you are here to be baptized by God, it is glory." ”

"Ma Dan, let me out quickly, Lao Tzu still has something." I scolded,

A man put away the smiling face just now and put on a serious look, "Ma Dong, are you in the business of the deceased?" ”

I was taken aback by this sentence from a man, how did he know that I was a soul businessman?

"Your body has been eroded by the deceased, and the deceased is also weak now, the deceased doesn't want to hurt you, but you have been hurt." A man is serious about the explanation of eight hundred.

I looked at a man, his eyes dodged for a moment, the uncle has a problem, and I don't know the current situation, but how can I have a problem, "Hey, what's wrong with me?" ”

"The deceased can't leave the place where he died, unless someone is willing to take him away, and that person should be you." A man asked me.

I was speechless for a moment. A man took out the psychic card that had hung around my neck and shook it. "Isn't this yours? Ordinary people can't see the deceased and can't hear the voice of the deceased, so they can't reach this agreement, only you can take the deceased away. ”

"What do you want?" I'm not hiding.

A man pouted, "I don't want to do anything, the Zen monk can help you recuperate and send the living to where he should go." Speaking of this, the conversation changed, "But." ”

As soon as I heard it, I said, "But what? ”

"You give me five million." A male lion said with his mouth wide open.

I looked at a man, he really slaughtered me fuckingly, where can I get you five million, there are five million, and grandpa will not come to this shitty place to suffer. "Five million? You're crazy about money. ”

A man didn't expect me to say this, "Aren't you afraid that your friend will know that you came here with a ghost?" I've heard from your friends that fat people have problems, and I don't think your purpose is pure. Aren't you Chinese very rich, and you can't even take out five million VND? ”

Now it's my turn to mess up, five million VND? Equivalent to 1,500 yuan, extortion for 1,500 yuan is not enough to file a case in China.

"Ma Dong, have you thought about it?" A man was stunned when he saw me and reminded me.

I came back from the ridicule, opened my mouth, and didn't speak, this kind of person just climbs up the pole, if I promise him now, I will ask for more later, how can I give him so much money. But what he said should be true, it is very sacred in a place like a temple, and he would not dare to deceive me with such a thing.

"How do I know if what you say is true or false, even if you have money, you have to settle it afterwards." I said.

A man's eyes rolled around and nodded, "No problem, you sign this first." As he spoke, he lowered a bottle with a piece of paper and a pen in it.

I opened the bottle in wonder and took out a pen and paper from it, good guy, this grandson is really bloody, the crooked Chinese characters look like he wrote, and there is pen and ink below the last few zeros of five million, it is estimated that I have counted many times.

I held the piece of paper and couldn't help frowning, "I said that your writing is too ugly." ”

"It's ugly, you can write another copy in Chinese." A man said unceremoniously.

I'm fucking full enough to write this thing to you, a thousand and a half isn't much, but it's a lot in my eyes. After a general glance at the contents, there were no loopholes, and I signed the big name on the paper and stuffed it back into the bottle. A man hurriedly pulled the rope and hung himself.

"Let's let Lao Tzu out." I don't need to be polite to this kind of person.

The man still shook his head and dropped another bag, "You can't come out yet, your soul is not stable, you need to stay in there for a while." Call the fat man and ask him to bring the deceased over, and the Zen monk will overtake him. After speaking, he deliberately glanced at me, "If you don't come, I'm afraid that the deceased will disappear from this world completely in a few days." ”

I found my phone from the bag that a man had hung down, and I put my phone in a plastic bag, probably for fear of getting wet.

I don't know when the phone turned off, the moment I turned on the phone, I almost didn't hold it steady, and the vibration never stopped from the time I turned it on. Countless incoming calls and text message reminders all belong to one person, Niu Fat. There was also a text message, 'Ma Dong quickly returned. ’

Niu Fat is more slamming the door than me, and it is undoubtedly a big deal that he can go out, so I will immediately dial Niu Fat.

The other end of the phone answered the phone as quickly as possible, "Ma Dong, where are you?" The tone was anxious.

"Me? I'm in the monastery. ”

"Ma Dong, it seems that something big has happened, and the bottle containing your uncle is now only a pool of water, pulling out the cold." At the critical moment, Niu Fat also dragged a mouthful of words.

"Water? Where's my uncle? "I panicked.

"I can speak, but I can't see him, he said it's okay, I always feel like he has something to hide from me, and keeps asking if you have come back, and says that time is running out." Niu Pang said.

When people have no opinions, even the abyss dares to break through, "Niu Fat, take my uncle to the monastery to see if there is a way for the monks." I shouted into the phone.

Niu Pang paused, "Ma Dong." There's not much left to say, instead, "Okay." After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Before I could react, there was a splash of water around me, but fortunately I blinked quickly, and I looked at it, and it turned out to be a curtain ladder. The kind of ladder that is made of rope and lined up with pieces of wood.

"Ma Dong, come up, your corpse poison should be almost removed." A man greeted me like no one was there, as if it wasn't him who asked me for money before.

If I hadn't done anything serious, I'd have taken care of this kid.

I thought it was a bowl inside, but when I came out, I realized that it was a pot, similar to a large pot in the countryside, with a ladder on the pot table and spiraling downward. Below are hundreds of pu mats, where hundreds of monks gather every day to chant sutras, which is also considered vast.

Strangely, there is only one Buddha in the entire hall, which looks like Maitreya Buddha but is different.

While I was still watching, a man patted me on the chest and stuffed me with a garment that the monks were wearing. "Wear it first, your clothes are all spoiled."

As soon as I finished dressing, the sound of talking came from the door of the main hall, from far and near, many Zen monks walked in with tables, put away the cushions on the ground, and the tables were arranged into a huge table, and two candles were placed on each small table.