"Cripple, what's wrong with you?"

"You know I'm stupid and straight-talking, alas, you didn't say it. ”

"Cripple, you have a word. ”

The only bamboo lantern in the stall is swaying on the hanging pole, and the owner of the noodle stall is an old man who has sold a lifetime of food and set a table for a lifetime, but he is also leisurely and contented, and it has become a habit to get up early every day and knead noodles with flour.

The old man was stiff, and he stirred around in the hot pot with a pair of long chopsticks in one hand, without shaking his hands at all. Perhaps because the lights were dim, the old man looked up and saw the pole trembling and the lantern swaying, but now the pot was steaming, and he didn't feel the cool breeze blowing on his face.

The old man wiped the sweat overflowing from his forehead, and muttered to himself in a half-hoarse voice,

"Weird, ghostly. ”

Every time Wang and the two come to Shushui City, they will come to the old man's stall to swallow a few bowls of noodle soup, this old man is old, and from time to time he will come up with a sentence or two of nonsense, and he is not surprised.

At this moment, Zhou Cripple still hung his head and remained silent.

"Cripple, if you don't eat it, the noodles will be congealed. ”

Wang Hao was a little angry, and the beating of chopsticks couldn't help but increase the intensity.

"Hey, tell me a couple of words, won't it be like this?"

Zhou Cripple's back trembled for a moment, Wang Hao's eyes were sharp, and when he saw that he had moved, he hurriedly withdrew his chopsticks.

Suddenly, the fire twist of the small lantern broke for no reason, and the stall was pulled and immersed in darkness in an instant.

In the darkness of his eyes, Wang Hemp suddenly became blind,

"The ghost blows the lamp, the ghost comes. The ghost blows the lamp, the ghost comes..."

The old man began to talk endlessly, which made Wang Hao feel creepy while the fire in his belly.

Wang Hao gradually heard the old man fiddling with the small lantern on the rod in the interval between the gods' chatter, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, but he couldn't tell why he was nervous.

After a while, the old man finally connected the broken lamp twist, and the noodle stall was dim again.

"Cripple, you don't do it again..."

He glared at the corner of the dark wall where stood a woman with a rag of rags, and he saw that the woman's complexion was strangely white, as white as if she was terminally ill and like blood had flowed, and her white eyes pierced his eyes and pierced the root of his soul called fear.

What made him even more frightened was that she only had one eyebrow and one eye.

Her disc-sized eyes were bloodshot as she stared at them.

Wang Hao felt the blood rushing into his thighs and wanted to get up and run away, but he couldn't pull out the roots of his legs even with all his strength.

"Cripple, cripple!" he cried out in despair, and the indifferent cripple in front of him,

The old man began to slowly stir the noodles in the pot again, and the short bamboo lantern on the pole began to sway again.

The noodles swayed in the pan, rubbing against the water to make a harsh noise,

Wang Hemp's feet kept stomping on the ground, trying to stomp his legs that were watered and imprisoned.

He saw the miserable white woman begin to pace and walk out of the corner,

"Old man, old man, cripple, cripple, cripple!"

Wang Hao screamed hoarsely, but the old man was still numb, stirring the noodle soup without distraction.

Zhou Cripple's body twitched for a moment, and this time the movement was even more square.

The white woman's red and cloudy eyes suddenly stirred wildly, and then slowly opened her mouth,

Wang Hao was horrified, watching her mouth spread wider and wider.

The mouth struggled until the flesh was split until the muscles were still expanding, and then he heard the bones in her jaw and neck clatter as they were squeezed, but the mouth continued to expand until its bloody jaw was about to touch the collarbone.

Spreading to the huge mouth torn open by the neck, there are green dental needles covered with non-oral teeth, and the dental needles are densely packed.

"Woo woo woo..."

The lights went out suddenly.

...

On the high building tiles,

"Angry and windy, the night ghost still entered the city. ”

Mo Gongzi's thin long green shirt danced like a light gauze streamer.

"Li Musheng and his sleeves have already set off to the city gate to arrest the Weiyang thieves. ”

Nakagawa-kun's navy robe spreads its wings like a night owl.

"Exorcism. Mo Gongzi suddenly squinted his eyes.

The sound fell, and the two disappeared without a trace.

...

"Woo woo woo .."

"The ghost blows the lamp, the ghost comes."

"Woo woo woo .."

"The ghost blows the lamp, the ghost comes."

The stench of rancid acid penetrated into Wang Hemp's nose, Wang Hao felt that the flesh and blood needle cavity was close at hand, and he was sweating profusely but Cen Cen was unable to do anything, and felt extremely desperate.

"Mom, old man, alas, it looks like I'm going to die here. ”

At the moment of death, Wang Hao's grief rose, thinking of his parents in the village, and the sound of frogs in the field.

"Mom, the baby is not filial. ”

Wang Hao closed his eyes and faced the lonely ghost who was crying bitterly in the darkness.

"Ghost blowing the lamp, ghost.."

"Click.. Grunt.. Gollum.."

The old man's voice was ruthlessly snuffed, and then, a miserable munching sounded,

"Woo woo woo .."

The cry was close to the minute, shaking the eardrums of Wang Marijuana,

"What the world." He whispered sadly.

Suddenly, the golden light flashed,

The ethereal chiras of the night reverberate through the bleak night, burying the mournful tune of the silent nocturne.

Wang Hao suddenly found that the evil binding disappeared, and his whole body was full of strength, he opened his eyes sharply, and found that the miserable white ghost girl had retreated to the corner, and was trembling in a low cry.

Wang Hemp followed the prestige, and saw a strange man in front of him who was covered by a heavenly cage and played shakuhachi. Around him, Sanskrit swirls and whirls, and the Buddha shines through the mist, like a Buddha walking in the world.

Wang Hao immediately rolled over and got off the stool,

"The Buddha is merciful! The Buddha is merciful! I will replace my whole body with marijuana, and burn incense and kowtow to the Buddha..."

When Nakagawa-kun heard this, he said in a kind voice:

"The donor has said that the poor monk is just a monk who talks about nothingness. The monks have compassion, and the Buddha has you and me in my heart. ”

He said a word, and then paced himself to the corner, and the ghosts and demons with teeth and claws under the Buddha's light were illuminated.

"A girl with an eyebrow. The clutch is scattered, the lights are falling, and reincarnation has its own reincarnation, why do you want to do evil here?"

"Poor monk, this will save you. Amitabha. ”

"Woooooo

The needle teeth in the mouth of the one-eyebrow female giant stirred and rolled, still struggling.

The shakuhachi music of the flying flowers and the moon rippled again,

Under the bamboo cage under the canopy, Nakagawa-kun opened a pair of Buddha's bright eyes, and then, he saw that under his spacious navy blue robe, bats plated with red Sanskrit quickly flew out, and rushed towards the daughter of the eyebrows with the sound of sweeping the wind.

"Woooooooooo Ahh

Dozens of Sanskrit flying bats bit on the body of the eyebrow girl, and every gap burned with a crackling red fire glimmer, and in an instant, the eyebrow girl suddenly burned like her whole body, suffering from the demon purgatory.

Nakagawa-kun slowly moved to him,

"Would you like to step into reincarnation?"

The girl with one eyebrow retracted her hideous appearance in the struggle of the golden fire, and knelt on the ground with a thud, if it weren't for her eyebrows, she would be a weak and poor woman with no restraints.

"That's fine. ”

Nakagawa-kun said, a hand gently pressed to the top of the head of the eyebrow girl, and suddenly, the red gold bat that was biting on her body gradually turned into a colorful veil flying, and then circulated into a circle of Sanskrit golden wheels, covering down.

"Amitabha. ”

Nakagawa-kun's palm was attached to her cold and lukewarm head, and it was also attached to the center of this dazzling flying golden wheel.

"Go ahead. ”

The Sanskrit golden wheel slowly sank after spinning, and the body of the woman with one eyebrow turned into fireflies one by one, diffusing in the world.