In the middle of the night, there are ghosts knocking on the door.

Residents should not open the door, pedestrians should not look up, just do nothing, and do not be afraid of ghosts hurting people.

If this is violated......

The monk begged for a cup of white water, held it in his hand and pinched the amount, drank a small half, and poured the rest on his face, and then wiped his face with his sleeves, and the monk smiled and recited "Amitabha" after putting away the bowl. Rumors in the town, the monk heard.

At night, the moonlight turns white. There is no one who fights in the town, because he is afraid, so no one dares to do it.

"Dang, dang, dang" The monk picked up the knocker of a house and knocked it three times. Earlier, he had fallen asleep while enjoying the shade under the tree, and had missed the time for dinner. Now he thinks that if he can eat a steamed bun, it is my Buddha's compassion.

It was late, and almost everyone in the town was asleep.

Even if they didn't sleep or were woken up, no one dared to open the door. The devil knows what's outside the door.

Yes, the devil knows.

The monk touched his stomach, he was very hungry.

"When, when, when" knocker slammed into the door again. It wasn't knocked by a monk.

The monk turned his head, but he didn't see anyone, and when he lowered his head, he saw a child. The child's face was white, whiter than the moonlight at the moment.

"Dang, dang, dang" Under the monk's gaze, he knocked three more times. The monk squatted down and asked him, "Little ghost, are you also here to turn into a fate?"

The monk was afraid that this little ghost would not understand, so he explained: "Huayuan is to find food." ”

The kid turned his head, staring at the bald monk with his eyes, and nodded vigorously when he heard the monk's words, as if nodding was a very important thing that required him to use all his strength.

"Because they didn't give me food, I starved to death. So I'm going to come back and eat them. He said.

Sure enough, it's a little ghost.

He pointed to the door and said to the monk, "It's blocked here, and I can't get in." ”

The purpose of the door is to block thieves and robbers, block ghosts and ghosts, and become their own world.

The monk said, "You want to go in and eat people, I can't help you get in." And I was also kept out, I just wanted to eat a steamed bun. ”

"Can I eat you, then? I'm too hungry to stand it. The imp opened his mouth.

The monk thought about it very seriously, and then said apologetically: "Although I really want to learn from the Buddha to cut meat and feed the eagle, I am not a Buddha after all, and there are some very important things in this world that the monk needs me to do." ”

Afraid that the little ghost would not believe it, the monk said one more sentence: "Just like this time, I came out to do two things for the common people in the world and my unsuccessful master." If you want, you can wait for me to come back, but you can't hurt people again during this time. ”

"But I want to eat you right now!" The imp's face was distorted, and scarlet blood oozed from his seven orifices, fusing with the decaying flesh and skin on his face, like the mud on the ground being stirred vigorously with a wooden stick.

His mouth was wide open, making it a little bigger than his entire body, and it was pitch black, except for the fangs around him and the brown fluid of blood running down between them.

The monk was in a dilemma. He wanted to cross this little imp with mercy. Now that he understands, he still thinks of something more, something he thinks he can change.

But the fierce imp didn't have much thought, he just wanted to eat all the living things in front of him. His big mouth had already wrapped the monk's bald head, and the imp closed his big mouth.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt slashed down from the sky and went straight to the monk's location, devouring the monk and the imp together with the mortal heavenly dragon. After the dazzling thunder light dissipated, only the monk who touched his bald head was left, and there was no longer any trace of ghostly spirit.

The monk was angry for a while, and scolded to the sky: "You stinky bull-nosed dead Taoist priest, do you want you to meddle in your affairs?! Monk, I deliberately stayed in this town for this day just to overtake this little ghost, not only to save this town but also to save him, you are good, a thunder spell is easy, but it makes him completely scattered!, what about your mercy?!"

"It's been a lot of delay. The young Taoist priest descended against the wind, and his robe fluttered. The Taoist priest frowned.

Obviously, the monk didn't eat it, and he said, "Master taught me that Mahayana Buddhism is Dharma, and Hinayana Buddhism is also Dharma. ”

"That's why he was imprisoned in the Ancestral Monument Forest by your Zen Monastery. The young Taoist priest said, "That little ghost was not easy in life, he suffered and died, he couldn't get rid of his resentment and refused to enter the underworld, and three out of thirty cannibals have become powerful ghosts, and he will be robbed by thunder, but I just act according to the way of heaven, and I have no merit or fault." It's you, if you go on like this, it's only going to ruin a big deal. ”

The monk closed his eyes and folded his hands, reciting scriptures for the little ghosts who had dissipated into the heavens and the earth. The monk regretted that he hadn't asked the name of the imp yet.

The young Taoist priest glanced at the bald monk who was a few years older than him, and left the town without waiting for the monk.

Before leaving, the young Taoist priest said, "It has come." ”

The monk opened his eyes, but he was still chanting in place. After the scriptures were recited, the monk went in the direction the Taoist priest had left.

When the monk also walked out of the town, a very thin scholar climbed out of the back wall of the inn where he was staying. His movements were rusty, like a dog hanging on the wall, and every hair oozes fear. When he checked in before, the shopkeeper told him not to open the door at night, and the scholar agreed, and now he can only come out over the wall. Eventually he fell off and hit the ground on his butt.

The scholar kept the action of falling, sat on the ground and didn't get up, he scratched his head, and he had a headache that he didn't bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

After taking a deep breath and sighing, the scholar used his fingers to write on the floor in front of him, and where his fingers passed, they really left marks, like carving knives. It probably means that the ghost has been ambushed here, but the words are beautifully written.

After finishing the writing, the scholar bowed his head and carefully read what he had written twice, and was very dissatisfied.

"Not in accordance with the rules. He whispered and left.

It's not difficult to subdue demons and subdue demons, just know how to do it. A down-and-out man in ragged clothes lay on the roof of a house, looking at the night sky so bored that he counted the stars in the sky. He didn't see it, but he knew what was going on in the town.

"Monks, Taoist priests, and literati are alive. He muttered, estimating that there must be some big movement around here. The man yawned, thinking about whether to join in the fun, and after counting the stars, the man finally gave up, more is better than less.

Then, while he was glad about his knowledge of the times, the man was eaten.

No one knows what.

It was so dark that no one could see the darkness.

On the post road outside the town, the monk stopped and chanted for the man who was swallowed by the darkness. The monster wrapped in darkness in the shadows only had to slow down a little, and nothing would happen to the man. The monk estimated that the stinky Taoist priest who walked in front of him frowned his sword-like eyebrows again, and also guessed that the scholar behind him would sigh again, as if the two of them knew that they would chant for this man.

Things are tricky. Monks hate tricky things.

The monster has long been gone, the monk still can't help but turn back, today is a strange day, he wants to overtake that little ghost, the little ghost is scattered, he chants for the unlucky man, and he can't sense his soul.

The ghost messenger has not yet appeared, and it is impossible that he has already taken his ghost, if the man is not dead, or the monster has even devoured his soul.

The monk's head ached, but he still followed the post road towards his destination, where he had everything he had for his trip. However, the monk still slowed down, in order to wait for the scholars behind.

Together, the two entered a small forest, where they stood still, surrounded by countless dead trees and a ruined pavilion.

In the gazebo, there is a fire, and a teenager is holding a small black dog and roasting the fire. The young man's face was thin and yellow, and his clothes were in tatters, as if he had fled the famine.

The boy said to the black dog, "Next time, I'll break your leg by running around." ”

A joke, of course. Anyone could see that the boy was reluctant to do that. This is his only companion now.

The little black dog rested its head on the boy's chest and whined.

The monk dragged the scholar to the pavilion and sat down around the fire, and said to the boy, "You have had a hard time all these years. ”

The young man rolled his eyes, ignored the uninvited two, and took out a not-so-clean steamed bun from his arms and nibbled on it. It was the little black dog in the boy's arms that grinned at the monk, but it was quiet after being patted on the head by the boy.

But the monk's stomach rang. He scratched his bald head a little embarrassedly.

The young man threw the last steamed bun in his arms to him, and the monk hurriedly caught it, as if he was afraid that the young man would regret it, and quickly took a bite.

"You have a relationship with the Buddha. The monk chewed on the steamed bun in his mouth, and his words were slurred.

The teenager felt that this might be a liar.

The scholar quietly roasted the fire, flipped his palms, and whispered a word of "goodness", but no one heard it.

"I've been guarding for so long, but I've been startled by the two of you. The Taoist priest floated down from the sky again. He frowned slightly when he saw the young man fleeing the desert and the black dog in his arms.

The monk turned around and asked the boy, "Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" the boy asked rhetorically.

"That Taoist priest can resist the wind and take off, aren't you afraid of him?"

"I once worshipped three masters, each of whom taught me some spells, and I was no stranger. The boy asked again, "You're all human, aren't you?"

The Taoist priest smiled and said with some sarcasm: "I don't have any ability, pretend." If you're really not afraid, don't touch the dagger hidden in your back. ”

The monk seemed to be amused by the boy's last sentence, and only the scholar nodded seriously and replied, "Yes, we are all human beings." ”

"The three masters in your words are also the respective masters of the three of us, and we are here to pick you up when we come out this time. The monk said a closing word.

As soon as these words came out, the black dog jumped out of the boy's arms and barked wildly.

The young man opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but before he could make a sound, the young Taoist priest waved his hand lightly, and the young man fell into a deep sleep.

The little black dog immediately protected the boy behind him.

The Taoist priest was so noisy that his palm pressed down, and the black dog's entire body was immediately suppressed by an invisible force, embedded in the soil, unable to move, and unable to make any sound. After getting quiet, the Taoist priest said: "This kid has been changed by someone, and I can't see through it. ”

"Senior Zhao didn't say anything to you?" the scholar asked.

The young Taoist priest shook his head and said, "That old ghost has not been in Longhu Mountain for the past two years, and besides, he doesn't like to explain anything. ”

The monk fiddled with the fire and explained: "When Qi Qi appeared, because of the mistakes of our three masters, a small town was harmed, and this young man was the only survivor of the town back then. The master and the two seniors knew that they had it, and they couldn't bear it, so they raised him for ten years. If you don't die in a great disaster, there will be a blessing in the future, and in the past ten years, they have taught him a lot. ”

"But there is a blessing in disguise. The scholar said.

The young Taoist priest understood: "So that old ghost has changed his fate? No wonder the heavenly soldiers came to Longhu Mountain three years ago to ask him for his guilt, but in the end, the old ghost beat him back to Nantianmen." ”

"More than that. The monk scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"This young man was originally a little rich and safe, and Mr. fell into the hands of Zhao's predecessors, named him, and became a prophecy, and he felt guilty for many years. The scholar sighed and said, "So the gentleman told me to bring him back to the academy this time to compensate the young man." ”

The earth trembled, and the black dog leaped up from the ground, gradually increasing in size. The scholar coughed, and the black dog in the air was hit hard, bleeding from the seven orifices, and fell back to the ground, and his body returned to its previous size.

"These rights are as a punishment for you to eat that man, although that man is not a good person, but one yard is one yard. And you recognize him as the master......" The scholar pointed to the sleeping young man, "The three of us came out this time mainly for you who are reincarnated, and then this young man, after all, there is a mistake in the present world of Qi back then." And whether it is your inexplicable voluntariness or the thread that Mr. and they secretly pulled, in short, you recognized him as the master and let you escape. Whether you go to Longhu Mountain, White Horse Temple, or my academy with your youth in the future, it will also allow you to get some education, and don't hurt the heavens and others. ”

"It's good to be self-serving, gluttonous. ”

After the scholar finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the monk and the Taoist priest.

"Don't be, although the old ghost also wants me to take this kid and gluttony back to Longhu Mountain, but the old ghost didn't tell me in person, so I don't have any junior disciples. I'm here for you. The overall situation has been decided, the young Taoist priest snorted coldly, and the wind came and went.

Before leaving, the Taoist priest glanced at the young man more.

The monk touched his head: "This young man has a fate with the master, and I also have a fate, but unfortunately the master is imprisoned in the ancestral monument forest, and I don't often go back to the White Horse Temple, he goes to the White Horse Temple will only let those big and small bald heads take him out, if I take him, it will be his calamity, even so, there will be Mr. Lao Chen." ”

"It doesn't matter. The scholar said.

The monk also walked slowly, and the scholar looked back at the sleeping young man, his brows furrowed slightly like a young Taoist, and with a slight wave of his arm, two wisps of breeze blew out of the scholar's cuffs and wrapped the young man. When the breeze is gone, the unkempt teenager is already refreshed and clean. At this time, the scholar smiled, took out a set of Confucian shirts from his bag, and waited for the boy to wake up.

"Little junior brother. "The scholar is very happy.