At night, Li Qingtian lay on the quilt and didn't dare to move. Maybe it was the last night he stayed. Maybe he will leave the Shaolin Temple tomorrow, and he can't sleep. A sense of pathos invaded, and he faintly heard the sound of knocking on a wooden fish. If he would have been scared before, tonight he was only scared a little. But as the voice approached him little by little, Li Qingtian became brave and stood up reluctantly despite the pain.

He couldn't sleep because of the frequency of the wooden fish, so he cheered up, put on his shoes and swayed outside. He opened the door, and there was still a gust of wind blowing him, and he was staggering and shaking. He took another step forward, and a ghost head fell from above his head, and he took a step back and the door closed again as it had been last night.

This made Li Qingtian timid, but today he was much stronger, he didn't panic, he looked down on life a lot calmly, knowing that this horror was his own unique illusion. He saw the ghost's head, which turned out to be a stone in the shape of a human being, with a skull on it, which had been processed with red colored ink to depict the appearance of a human being.

He laughed and muttered to himself, "It won't scare me this time." ”

He became more courageous, and read in his mouth: "People are afraid of ghosts for three points, and ghosts are afraid of people for seven points, who is afraid of whom, and it is not certain?"

He plucked up his courage, patted his chest and said, "You are good, the best monk." ”

So, I went away with the sound of knocking on the wooden fish. He followed the sound and walked to the deep temple, where he found silence and steep trees. The new fence is swaying, the wild cat is crossing the eaves, and the sound of mice biting the door is endless, as if everything is such a desolate scene, as if the Shaolin Temple in Wufu has receded from its gorgeous colors.

Then the voice remembered again, as if to guide him to a place. Unconsciously, I came to the Scripture Pavilion. He vaguely remembered that someone had asked him to come to the Scripture Pavilion before, and he could clearly hear the sound of the wooden fish coming from here. I also heard a cold sound coming from inside, and Li Qingtian saw that there was a light inside.

He wondered, "Who is knocking on the wooden fish here so late? ”

Li Sheng walked towards the door and saw that the door was locked with the help of light. He took a deep breath and said, "Is there anyone? Why is this lock locked?"

At this time, the lights inside went out, and the outside was dark and somewhat cool.

A monk came over, and when he saw a man standing in the doorway, he said, "Who are you?" ”

He lifted the lamp and looked at it, and found the hideous eyes of a man with green skin and swollen face, and blood-like teeth exposed. The monk was so frightened that he didn't even want the lamp and ran away, but he couldn't run far and said in a dull voice: "Ghost!

Li Qingtian just saw the monk guarding the Hidden Scripture Pavilion coming over and asked him about this strange thing. His face twitched, and he made a grimace to scare the monk like this. It can be seen that this is not the first time he has seen this situation, and he may have heard other night patrol monks talk about encountering ghosts. He reluctantly laughed a little sarcastically, and said to himself, "It seems that there are people who are more timid than me." ”

He didn't know that someone had been next to him all the time, but this person had practiced the most profound and mysterious peerless martial arts in Buddhism, and it was also the lost mastery of Shaolin Temple - stealth skills.

When Li Qingtian got up in the morning, the window was already bright and clean. The sun was on the sun, and he pulled his cheek. He found that there was not a single monk next to him, and he didn't know where they went, anyway, he understood that he was leaving here today. They don't have a good relationship with themselves, so naturally they won't go to the abbot to intercede for themselves.

It's just that he just doesn't understand why Master Huizheng is so angry that he didn't bring water back that time, not to mention that his mission is not to fetch water in the first place. What's wrong with him, what's wrong with him, I don't feel like I'm wronged.

Li Sheng was traveling, and Hui Zheng came in and said, "Li Qingtian, you can stay if you want." ”

Li Sheng couldn't believe his ears, this was true, he slapped himself and said, "Master, don't bluff me happy, is this true?"

Huizheng nodded and said: "It's true, we have misunderstood you about you, but you have had a lotus lotus with that woman, and the abbot ordered me to lock you up in the scripture pavilion and copy the old scriptures, anyway, your handwriting is also beautiful." It's better to stay and work harder, and this is also an opportunity to improve my Dharma spiritual quality. What's more, there are various martial arts secrets of my Shaolin Temple in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which is the time to improve your understanding and ability. ”

Li Sheng nodded and knew that he was encouraging his words.

Yang Ziyun practiced her archery technique attentively, at first through Yang in 100 steps, and then in 1,000 steps, so as to shoot different targets. Nine times out of ten, her arrows hit the target, but no one appreciated her, and when she was bored, she rode her horse and shot down the swallow kite that was flying overhead.

The kite was flown by Li Qingtian, and he wanted to let his last thoughts fly between the blue sky and white clouds. He wrote on the kite: "Yang Ziyun, if you can see this kite, it is just like my heart now, it is wider and higher, and I miss a person more, and that person is you." ”

The word love is written in the middle, and her arrow shoots in the middle of the heart of love. The kite flew down and landed on the ground, and she dismounted and picked up the kite and saw the words on it. She said, "Is this a love letter like a flying kite? Is this destined love to need to float and chance?"

She tilted her head and smiled, "Senior brother, you are in heaven, and I love you on earth." ”

She had another one in her mind - Li Qingtian, she had been wooden for a long time, and I don't know when the kite in her hand was blown away by the wind, and soon a group of small swallow kites flew up, one of which flew the highest and farthest.

In the black and blue night, the weather outside is ever-changing, and it is like sighing, which is really annoying and irritable. Li Qingtian was working hard to copy the scriptures, because he was scheduled to write several books every day. As he copied, he kept reciting two or three sentences in his mouth, keeping his mind high.

After a long time, when the night was thick, he heard the bell of the third watch in the temple. At this time, he was a little tired, and when he wanted to rest, he put down the pen in his hand and stretched his waist. And he tried to jump up twice, two tricks he learned from the book just now. However, when he jumped up, he always felt that someone was pulling him, and when he looked down, he saw that his monk's robe was pressed by the table.

Li Sheng took out the clothes with his hands, and then sighed. He was about to leave, but he found that his monk's robe was pressed again, which made him feel a little strange and unbelievable. This caused Li Qingtian's alarm, and the day before yesterday he also saw a ghost, this place is often haunted, and the audience monk said about it. Before, there were people like him who copied scriptures in this scripture pavilion, and then they were frightened crazy.

But he doesn't want so much, "if you come, you will be safe" life with what happens. He got his clothes out, pulled the stool next to him, and sat down. But the stool moved away and sat empty, and fell to the ground with all fours facing the sky, and the wound in the back was not healed, and immediately jumped up again. He doubted that he was the eye, and tried not to suspect the haunting, maybe the next person to go crazy would be himself, and said, "Why am I so careless." ”

Actually, he lied to himself, he was obviously aiming at the stool, but why did this happen? He lied to himself to make himself a little more bold and turned to the scriptures. Turning to the middle page, I found that the middle page was blank on one side, and four words were written on the other side: "Amitabha." ”

He laughed, meaninglessly, to embolden himself. He was pulling the stool over his hand to sit down, but this time he was smarter, and only squatted a horse. It was because he watched more intelligently that the more frightened he became, and he saw the stool move away little by little towards the middle and outside. His heart seemed to stop beating at this moment, and he held his breath and did not see a human figure.

When he turned his eyes to the book, the brush he was holding was trembling, and he saw a bloody handprint on the blank side in the middle. Li Qingtian endured his temperament, dipped his hand in it and found that it was fresh blood. He didn't have the courage to stay in this place for a moment longer, screaming madly, and always unable to run, like a ghost hand grasping him, no matter how much he struggled, it would be useless.