The dim lantern was extinguished, and the moonlight appeared to be bright.

The frosty white moonlight poured in through the tattered door grille windows, but it brightened the dilapidated hall a lot.

Wei Yuan, chicken legs, and Erha were on the door frame, showing their heads and carefully looking at the old monk sitting in front of the Bodhisattva statue and chanting scriptures.

The old monk shrugged his shoulders and lowered his head, his body shrunk without a trace of shaking. I saw his lips move slightly, but I didn't see a trace of the heaving of his chest...... Against the backdrop of the moonlight, it looked like a dry corpse that had long since decayed.

The chicken leg whispered, "This old monk has long been dead, right? You know, I can manipulate corpses to a certain extent, I just haven't used it. This old monk has the feeling of a corpse, but I can't control it. There is a miraculous power in this corpse that I can't understand, maybe this is the Dharma?"

Wei Yuan nodded: "It's dead." And it looks like he's been dead for at least a year or two. Look at the dust in this hall, and look at the rotten rice in this rice jar. No one had touched that bed for at least a year and a half. ”

At this time, Wei Yuan and the chicken leg found that a thick layer of dust had fallen on the ground of the hall under the moonlight. But except for the circle on the side of the futon, and the footprints of his own group entering the house, there was not the slightest trace.

It looked like the old monk had been sitting on the futon for a long, long time without moving.

Wait, why are there only footprints of yourself and Erha?

It's normal for a chicken leg to lie on its stomach on its own bamboo pipe without footprints, but what about the footprints of the old monk?

Who was the one who opened the door for himself and led him into the back room? Or what was it?

"Gan! I knew we might as well go outside and find a tree to sleep in. Wei Yuan regretted it a little.

Chicken leg said: "What should we do then? Why don't we slip away? It's still too late to sleep on the tree!"

Wei Yuan thought seriously for a few seconds, and finally shook his head.

If you follow his style in the past, it is better to have more than one thing, and to live longer with less meddlesomeness.

But now the situation is that you have to consider your identity in this fantasy world.

I am the first and only person to transmit the Dharma. The cheap master allowed himself to travel in order to perfect my Dharma, practice my Dharma, and realize my Dharma.

As long as Wei Yuan cultivates my Dharma and has attained it, my Dharma will be considered to be completed. Even if the mad monk is in his own vein, in this era of spiritual qi retreat, he has walked a different path, a rugged path that can be walked.

In this case, can Wei Yuan retreat?

I'm afraid that blindly giving in to this kind of thing will get worse, and in the end, I will have to follow those nine dead ghost brothers!

"Take the initiative to get through the three poisons and eight sufferings! and accumulate enlightenment! Looking at it like this, this old monk doesn't look like a sweeping monk......"

Wei Yuan walked out with courage, his Zen staff behind him, ready to go out at any time.

I saw him come to the old monk's side, squatted down, and folded his hands: "Amii Buddha ~ Old Abbot, it's so late, why don't you sleep yet!"

For a long time, the old monk opened his eyes slightly as if he had woken up, and his lips moved slightly: "Old man, do you want to ...... Chant the scriptures!"

This is closer and closer, Wei Yuan has confirmed that this old monk has been dead for a long time.

Wei Yuan had seen hundreds of thousands of undead in the cemetery, so he naturally would not admit whether he was dead or alive.

At this time, the old monk had no breathing, no pulse, and no blood, except that he could move, he was a completely dry corpse.

Is it a corpse fraud, or is it haunted?

Wei Yuan felt that it was not so simple, this old monk opened the door for himself and others just now, leaving no trace at all, and there was no corpse, ghost, or anger on his body at this time, it seemed that he had been dead for at least a year and a half, but in his state, it seemed that he was still in the moment when he had just swallowed his breath. In a special state of half-dead!

Ordinary people die when they die, and there are so many situations.

And this old monk must have been successful in cultivation, so he can present this special state. It's like those monks who have attained a certain level of cultivation will leave their bodies as Buddhas after death, or as relics after cremation.

It's just that this world's Dao Fa has appeared, so the effect of cultivation is even more significant. For example, in the current state.

However, this state of affairs is absolutely wrong.

For to die is to die, and to live is to live. Even if it is any other religion, there is a clear distinction between life and death, and at most there is reincarnation or resurrection and the like.

This half-dead state is definitely going the wrong way.

Could it be that this old monk's cultivation has gone wrong, so that he can't rest in peace when he dies?

Wei Yuan tried to ask, "Why does the old abbot chant the scriptures?"

The old monk's eyes lit up a little: "For detachment." The only way to recite the sutra ......" said and closed his eyes again and began to recite the sutra.

Wei Yuan seemed to understand something.

The old monk may have achieved something during his lifetime, but because the worldly Dharma began to decay, he could not get the corresponding fruit position and had no achievements.

This is equivalent to you working hard to move bricks on the construction site for a year, but when you have to pay your salary, you find that the boss's family has already transferred assets and ran abroad!

The old monk has been practicing penance all his life, and he has sought this fruit, but now he has not obtained what he should have gotten, and he will not be able to step over this hurdle.

Because of the success of cultivation, it can resist death. I have an obsession in my heart and have never died, but I don't have much sanity now, but I still remember to chant the scriptures, hoping that chanting can make me transcend reincarnation and not enter the underworld.

"Obsession! Obsession! Obsessed with chanting scriptures...... "This old monk is an idiot who has fallen into the three poisons, ignorance, hatred, and greed.

Ignorance is ignorance. All troubles are born, and they will be caused by infatuation.

But can this blame the old monk?

It's like the worker who moved the brick boss for a year and ran abroad, and couldn't think of climbing to the tower crane to sit for a while, the biggest mistake of this kind of thing must be the boss who ran away!

It's just that at this time, the western sky is collapsing, the happy land does not exist, and the cultivation has no results, what else can be done?

This old monk continued to spend like this, and after another year and a half, he had no spirituality, and finally his soul was gone. The result is bleak and ruthless!

You can't do it, the first is that Wei Yuan is unwilling to do it with this poor old monk.

Second, this old monk is estimated to have reached the standard of the Arhat fruit position before his death, and at least he is also an elite or leader unit at the peak of the third order, and now he is in a weird state, and he may not know how fierce he is!

Now this state is harmless to humans and animals, and if you do it yourself, it is not necessarily.

It is not advisable to exceed, the Zen rod (physical) is excessive!

It's just that, I always have to give it a try when I encounter it, and I don't feel happy to stand by and watch.

Wei Yuan whispered, "Old abbot, you are already dead. ”

The old monk opened his eyes, was stunned for a long time and nodded: "Yes, the old man is dead, and he has been dead for more than a year." After speaking, I still chanted the scriptures.

When the old monk is sober, he can remember that he is dead, but he can't let go, and even if he knows that there is little hope, he still has to recite the sutra and practice. More often than not, it's unconscious, like the walking dead.

As time goes on, the time spent awake becomes less and less, the state of unconsciousness becomes longer and longer, and finally the soul disappears, leaving only a corpse. And this corpse is probably a big problem!

Wei Yuan asked again: "Since the old abbot knows your state, why don't you just let it go and plunge into reincarnation?"

The old monk's dim eyes were indescribable emotions: "Because the old man can't let go." Although I also knew that the matter had come to this point, and I should let go of everything and devote myself to samsara, but in the end of a hundred years of cultivation, I realized that I couldn't let go. ”

"I know I've gone astray now, but I can't help myself. In the end, the soul is scattered, and the skin will be left in the world. But the old man can't help it, I can't control it. I can last for three months at most, please be sure to seal this Mercy Guanyin Temple, lest the soul of the old man dissipate into the heavens and the earth, but the skin will still do evil. ”

Wei Yuan is a little uncomfortable, the old monk is not a bad person, and he may even accumulate virtue and do good deeds all his life, sweeping the floor is afraid of hurting the lives of ants, and cherishing moths and lanterns. In the end, it ended up like this. What kind of world is this?

Wei Yuan asked seriously, "Old Abbot, what might I do for you?"

The old abbot smiled and shook his head, "...... If you can, please ask the little master to recite the mantra for me. ”

At this time, although the old monk was still shriveled, he looked merciful and solemn. It's just that this state only lasted for a short time, and before Wei Yuan could answer, his eyes became cloudy again, and he began to close his eyes and recite the scriptures regardless of it.

Wei Yuan looked at the old monk who was sitting on the futon like a piece of dead wood and silently reciting the scriptures, and he was very embarrassed in his heart.

Wei Yuan: It's not a problem to recite the mantra, the problem is that I can't recite it!

Wei Yuan now regrets a little, why didn't he study his business in the temple at the beginning, which led to less hatred when he was reading it now.

It's just that I practice my own Dharma, and I don't necessarily use those old scriptures when I read them! No, it's absolutely useless!

Wei Yuan thought about it, and always felt that it was a loss to do nothing.

"Come on, let's think it's the cost ......of this night's stay!