Qin Bukong's actions made me feel overwhelmed for a moment.

After knowing him for so long, this person has always been arrogant and gives people a feeling that they are not easy to approach. Even if he is vulnerable, he never lets outsiders notice it, and I don't think even Ganmu has seen his fragility. Seeing that they are hugging me and crying, I don't know what to do.

So I pulled him up and slammed it against the wall, and said loudly, if you have something to say, say it well, manly man, what are you crying when you are old... Speaking of this, I thought of the time when I cried just now, and it is estimated that I had already been discovered by Qin Bukong. So I coughed twice and said, cry what cry! Speak well!

Qin Bukong still sobbed and refused to stop, from his crying, I felt that in addition to fear, there was also sadness and sadness. This shows that when I "fell" into the darkness just now, Qin Bukong correspondingly experienced some events similar to mine, and these events not only frightened him, but also evoked some sad pasts, just like me.

I reached out and took the vajra from Qin Bu's empty hand, lest he would be emotionally unstable and start a madness and injure me by mistake. When I took it, I took a closer look at the dark vajra, and the difference from the rest of the vajra was that the Buddha statue on the handle was no longer a single Buddha head, because if it was just a Buddha head, it would be difficult to distinguish which one was the Bodhisattva.

This one, on the other hand, is a seated person, but in four directions, there are four faces that are roughly the same, but not quite the same.

I know this, it is called "Brahma", in primitive Buddhism, it is the god of creation, in the Chinese area and Southeast Asia, it is often called the "four-faced Buddha", and its status in primitive Buddhism is equivalent to the status of Pangu in our Chinese nation. The people who set up this eight-gate array at the beginning chose to cast vajra pegs with different types of gods and Buddha statues, and the eight doors were inserted with eight-handle vajra pegs, which were interconnected with each other and mutually reinforcing each other, thus making the entire formation a tool for the purpose of guarding and suppressing and gathering thousands of souls of various kinds for thousands of years. This kind of gathering, to a certain extent, also slows down the chaos of ghosts in the world, and protects this seal very well.

After Qin Bukong cried for a while, he gradually stopped, and seemed to have gradually controlled his emotions. So I asked him, what happened to you and why you were crying like a dog. Qin Bukong sighed, then shook his head, as if he didn't want to talk more. I squatted down and said to him, I seem to have fallen into an endless black hole just now, but I saw my master inside, but that is only the ghost here knows the most fearful and vulnerable part of our hearts, so they create a maze circle for us, once we wake up, we will want to break free, this is how I just broke free, not only escaped, as if I also destroyed the ghost that became my master.

Qin Bukong blew his nose and said, That ghost is not destroyed by you alone, the ghost of this Jingmen is very strange, it seems that it can be divided into many parts, if we enter this gate formation today are five people or ten people or more, then each of us will be hallucinated to a place that belongs to us alone, that's why you can see that figure just now, but I can't see it.

I asked Qin Bukongdao, when I wanted to pull you just now, you looked scared, what did you see? Qin Bukong looked up at me, the corners of his wrinkled eyes were red, and there were tears mixed with blood left on them, he asked me, do you really want to know so much?

I said yes, now that the formation has been broken, Mugen and Vajra are in my hands, and I am also one of the participants, I have the right to know all the details. Qin Bukong stretched out his sleeve and wiped it on his face, wiping all the dirt around his eyes on his sleeve, and then he said. I saw a man, and it was my Abba.

It seems that many ethnic minorities call their parents commensurate with their fathers and mothers, but in comparison, our Han fathers and mothers are much more concise and to the point. Qin Bukong continued, his Abba has been dead for almost thirty years, and over the years, he has rarely thought of or dreamed of his Abba, but just now when I said that the figure began to turn around, he suddenly saw a man in the doorway, wrapped in a scimitar, with silver rings on his ears and neck, and a hookah on his back, with some beautiful feathers on it.

Qin Bukong said that that person was Abba, and he was what Abba looked like when he was not dead. And when I saw Abba, I immediately remembered what he looked like thirty years ago, and I immediately recognized him at a glance. But Abba pulled out the scimitar from his waist in one hand and held a torch high in the other, and walked slowly towards him.

Qin Bukong told me that although Abba's facial features could identify who it was, his expression became sinister and hideous, and when people saw it, it was with a vicious meaning. I nodded and said yes, it seems that what we went through is similar, but the characters have changed. The Master I saw at that time even called my name in the same tone, but his expression was also very fierce, as if he was trying to kill me.

Qin Bukong gestured his right hand with a V, and then put it to his mouth, I didn't understand what kind of cult gesture it was at first, until he told me and asked me to give him a cigarette to smoke. I immediately took out a cigarette and lit it for him, and by the way, I lit one for myself. Before this, I had never seen Qin Bukong smoke, not once. Not only that, but sometimes I smoke at home and get scolded by him. Now let me give him a cigarette, presumably a manifestation of extreme depression.

He was a non-smoker, so he choked on his first puff of cigarette and almost coughed up his lungs. He coughed and then said to me, "Do you remember the first time I showed you my second mouth, you once told me that I killed a group of Japanese, but my people wanted to burn me?"

I nodded and said I remember, Qin Bukong sighed and said, The person who lit the fire to kill me is my father.

As soon as he said this, I was shocked. I have heard a lot of things where fathers, sons, mothers and sons do not interact with each other and are not close to each other, but tigers do not eat children, and even if parents in the world no longer like their children, they will never kill them, let alone burn them to death in such an extremely cruel way. The more my shock made Qin Bukong aware of it, he smiled bitterly and said, What, you don't believe it, right? At first, I didn't believe it until he had someone tie me up and tie me to a stake in front of the whole people, and I still didn't believe it until that moment. But later, Abba personally lit the torch, and then walked towards me with a Miao knife in one hand and a torch in the other.

I turned my head to look at the doorway of Jingmen, just now Qin Bukong fled like crazy, as if he was hiding from something, presumably it was the scene back then, caused by the reappearance in his eyes, as the saying goes, mourning is greater than heart death, his father wants to burn himself, change anyone, I'm afraid at that moment, it is also the most sad and sad.

Qin Bukong continued, the skills of my whole body are basically taught to me by my Abba, and Abba is the old priest in the village, the people in the village are sick and injured, or the livestock do not give birth, the crops are not harvested, etc., are all sacrificial ceremonies arranged by Abba, because I have been a weird person since I was a child, so I rarely interact with the people in the village, and those children who are the same age as me don't like to play with me. Abba knew that I was lonely, but he couldn't convince everyone to come and be friends with me, so he taught me to learn those mystical magics, witchcraft, spells, etc., from an early age, hoping that I would be able to take over his class in the future, and when he was a hundred years old, the people in the village needed priests, and I would naturally become the new priest, so that I would also be respected by everyone.

He took another puff of cigarette and spit it out without swallowing it, which was tantamount to a shameless waste of tobacco. Then Qin Bukong said again, my aunt gave birth to four children, I am the eldest one, and my younger brothers and sisters, each of them is healthy, each of them is very smart, but I am the one with a disability. This has made me more careful and careful about protecting my younger siblings. When I was a child, every time they were bullied by other children in the village, they were the one who wanted to help the others, but every time they helped their younger siblings to come out, they were always inevitably asked by the children's Abba and Auntie to bring the children to the house to ask for guilt, the reason was to ask my Abba and Auntie to take care of their monster son, and not to release it to scare other children.

When I heard this, my heart was a little sour, because I always believed that people can't be so indifferent from birth, and Qin Bukong's current character must have suffered a huge change at some stage of his life. Qin Bukong continued, every time he encountered these things, Grandma would silently shed tears alone, and Abba was always sighing, and then comforted me and said that no matter what others think of you, you are our good son, but in the future, if it is not a last resort, it is better to show your head less.

Qin Bukong said that although he was not very old at that time, he could understand Abba's intentions. Abba's prestige and status in the village comes from mastering a craft that others don't understand, and if he can be like Abba in the future, he will win back what he has lost over the years. So he didn't have contact with outsiders all the year round, which caused him to be withdrawn and stubborn, he knew that he was looked down upon by others, so he looked down on others. Over time, he began to like to be alone and dislike to be in contact with people, but deep down, he actually longs for everyone's acceptance and recognition.

Until one day, there was a sudden flood in the village, and after the water receded, many snakes appeared.