There was a piece of music slowly flowing out of the tape recorder, and I don't know if the tape was ripped or the original, and the sound quality was very poor, a little noisy, with the sound of electricity and air flowing, and the recording environment was relatively poor.

The music was very gentle, with drums and flutes, and as soon as I heard it, I knew that it was the music that the blind man heard before he died. It sounds a bit like a country tune, and a little like Buddhist music, saying light or not light, saying dignified or not, listening to this music, there is an illusion, as if entering a home Buddhist hall surrounded by incense, although pious but irregular.

Just as he was thinking, the music gradually became dull, and a woman's voice appeared.

She said word by word: Dear brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters who have suffered in the world, we can become Buddhas very easily and happily, get rid of the troubles of the red dust, and let the body and mind get the greatest liberation and relaxation. People are alive, they will be full of urban and rural junctions, and now they are overhauling civil engineering all day long, and the sky is full of dust, and taxi drivers do not like to go to this place in the evening, where the crime rate is particularly high, and the scum walks all over the streets, hiding dirt and dirt. I really didn't expect that the place where the bell would take me here is here.

We got out of the car at the entrance of a park. The park was built on a hill and was built in less than two months, many of the facilities were not completed, there were few people at night, and the lights were lit up in the distance.

A gust of wind blew, oozing a chill, I only wore a short-sleeved shirt, a little cold, stroked my shoulders and followed behind the bell.

He drove into the park with a light car, and the black light led me deep into the hinterland, the light around me was very dark, and the road he led was in a circle, and I guess I would be dizzy during the day, let alone at night. I couldn't help but ask: Where is this?

He said strangely: I told you, let's go to visit the third prince.

I thought he was joking, but I didn't expect it to happen. I swallowed: You didn't open my heart, did you? The third prince? What's the deal?

I laughed, this place is disrespectful, and the dog men and women who fight in the field at night can come to the young lady and prostitute who stand on the street, even if there is really Nezha, can Da Luo Jinxian drill this place?

The bell is not nonsense, and it is said to me, you will know when you arrive.

We climbed the mountain road for a while, this park mountain is not high, the altitude is estimated to be about 100 meters, it is a dirt bun. The mountain is paved with ready-made gravel roads, and I don't have any direction, so I just follow the bell. As he was walking, he grabbed me with a stern expression: I still wear the necklace I gave you, right?

I touched it and said it was still there.

Xie Ling said: Go further and you will arrive at the third prince's dojo. Because the third prince is the most close to the people, and he also has great magical powers and strong charisma, so the surrounding lonely souls and wild ghosts are gathered near the dojo, for them to be close to the third prince is a great blessing, but for ordinary people, they are very troublesome and terrifying. After a while, you follow me, don't ask questions, don't look around, enter the gate of the dojo, and you'll be fine.

Let him say it, my heart was pounding, looked at the dark night sky, and quickly said that I would be careful.

Further on, the gravel road gradually became scarce, a barren mountain field, and scattered cemeteries appeared on the hillside from time to time. The night breeze was like water, and the temperature dropped quickly, so cold that I hissed and inhaled the cool air.

The atmosphere became a little eerie, and I didn't talk to anyone, he strode in front of him, and I followed closely behind. He walked very fast, he didn't mean to take care of me at all, I was already very tired and out of breath, but I had a hunch that as long as I stopped to catch my breath, the bell would quickly disappear into the night mountain road, and he would not stop waiting for me at all.

I could only grit my teeth and follow, sitting in the office all day long, my body couldn't keep up, and at this time my legs and stomach hurt faintly, so I had to endure it. That's all, what bothers me now is thirst, for some reason, my throat seems to be on fire, and at this time I need a bottle of sweet mineral water, and I can make my nose bubble.

Suddenly, without warning, he pulled out a wad of gold and silver foil from his satchel. I stopped, just in time to rest, bent over my knees to look at him.

He lit the pile of foil and found a stone to press in the middle of the mountain path. Billowing green smoke came out of the foil, and I asked softly: I saw an open flame in the mountains, is it dangerous?

He looked at me: you think very thoughtfully, it's okay, this foil is specially made, you don't see fire when you light it, and it smokes while burning. There are too many ghosts here, and they are not easy, so these can be regarded as road money.

As we walked slowly, he gave me a handful of paper money, and he scattered it as he went, telling me to be sure to pay attention to the quantity, and to scatter it all the way, and if I could sprinkle it all the way to the door of the ashram, it would be the best.

It was a cold and gloomy night, and I walked the mountain road like a psychopath, scattering paper money, and my body couldn't stop shivering.

We slowly moved forward, turned a corner, and I saw not far away, brightly lit, as if there was some kind of building. After about twenty minutes, we finally walked to the place, and when I looked closely, I was simply shocked, this is the third prince's dojo?

It's like the backyard of a cropyard, the back door is open, the yard is not big, it's cleaned up, there are dried fish, and a few bicycles. Across the courtyard, inside is a large tiled house. The bungalow has no walls on the backyard side, and it is completely wide open, like a large garage with roller shutters raised. The lights inside are bright, the figures are flickering, and looking at the long-lost popularity, I feel a lot of peace in my heart.

Someone came out with a porcelain basin to pour dirty water, and when they saw us, they greeted us.

This is a forty or fifty-year-old old lady, dressed as a turtle at the junction of urban and rural areas, with a wrinkled face, and she came over and laughed: Yo, isn't this the bell?

Aunt Li. Xie Ling smiled: Is Xiaohui here?

Got into trouble? Want to invite the third prince? Aunt Li asked.

Be. Quite a hassle. Xie Ling said.

Hurry in, Xiaohui is inside, who is this? Aunt Li looked me up and down.

This is my friend and the sufferer. Xie Ling doesn't shy away from my identity.

Aunt Li smiled at me: The young man is very good, but he lacks spirit and temperament, and his temperament is too weak, so he should be brave.

I have never lived with this Aunt Li, and today is the first time I have met, and she can tell me about my temperament with this eye. I was in awe. I'm a person to tell the truth, I've always been weak, and my biggest ideal is to be a good gentleman, and I hope everyone can say I'm good. In the past 20 years, I have lived purely for others, and I have been cautious all day long, and I feel like a wretch.

Aunt Li really didn't see it, walked behind me, and slapped me on the back: Big boy, hold your waist up! Be an upright person, and those evil ways will not touch you.

I am convinced, this Aunt Li is really full of aura, and the action of hitting me is intimate and not excessive, and there is no barrier between strangers at all. This slap made my whole body warm, and all the yin qi of walking on the mountain road at night dissipated.

Xie Ling smiled and didn't speak, and took me inside. When I came to the door of the tiled house, by the light inside, I saw a wooden sign hanging above the eaves, with blue characters on a gray background, with three very beautiful huge regular scripts written: Xingde Palace.

A large plaque is hung below, and the words inscribed on it are even more extraordinary, and it is actually written: protect my life.

Boy! That's a big breath.

On both sides hang couplets, carved on fine wood with bright light and black lacquer, each word is the size of A4 paper, and it is written that the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, and the spirit is majestic. I chanted slowly, the upper link is: it is difficult to pass the pass, and the lower link is: everywhere with the fate and everywhere. It's easy to understand and catchy, and I read it a few times, and the kind of detachment that permeates from the couplet is really memorable.

Walking into the room, there was a huge shrine, like a large closet, on which was placed a white three-legged incense burner, with long incense sticks in it, slowly burning. There is a statue of a god in the cave of the shrine below, and there is no light in this cave, and it is impossible to see who it is.

The shrine was placed in the middle of the room, and in front of it was an offering table, which was full of offerings, fruits, pears, peaches, and the like. There are also quite a few people, I looked closely, and they don't seem to be familiar with each other, there are men and women, old and young, a total of eight or nine.

There were only two chairs in the room, and the room full of people, including the old gentleman, was standing, and only two people were qualified to sit on it. One is a young man, thin and white, but with a delicate face and a sunny look, he is not much better than the puppet bar of any popular group in Korea. He was shirtless, with ribs exposed, jeans underneath, barefoot, and was laughing and talking with everyone with Erlang's legs crossed.

There is also a middle-aged man who looks extremely fierce, he is shirtless, his head has no hair, he is clear and bright, his face is full of meat, and he looks like the underworld.

Maybe it's my delusion, the two people sitting in the chair are all smelling of incense. It's hard to describe this feeling, but when you look at them, you feel like the kind of gods and ghosts who deal with gods and ghosts all day long, and there is an evil energy in them.

As soon as the thin white young man saw the bell, he screamed, stood up, and gave him a bear hug: Where are you, how many days have you not come.

I have nothing to do but ascend to the Three Treasures Palace. Xie Ling said: Xiaohui, I have a public case at hand that is very complicated and troublesome, and I want to ask the third prince to take a look.

Xiao Hui punched him: I know. He raised his hand and waved, and everyone in the room quieted down to look at him. His voice was very high, and he said loudly: Please invite the third prince tonight.

Oh~~ Everyone applauded and cheered.

The atmosphere here was lively and quirky, and I couldn't see it, but I didn't dare to ask anything.