So far, Hao Chen has only seen three kinds of dead people. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

One is that when he was very young, when his grandmother died, he went to the funeral home to attend the funeral, and saw the person he was familiar with, lying in a cold coffin, surrounded by flowers, his body seemed to be much thinner than in his impression, and he was surrounded by the cries of adults and children.

On the other hand, on the television network, whether it is news or video, those who did not see it intuitively but really died because of war, famine and so on.

Finally, in medical school, students are forced to learn to dissect a variety of real human specimens, such as unclaimed death row prisoners, or voluntarily donated bodies.

Although the latter two are untouchable, they make Hao Chen's heart desolate and sad, he pitied those who died in the war and famine, but helpless those poor and hateful corpses, so he hoped that these tragedies could be less, less.

And after graduating, because of his work, he saw too many people who were struggling on the verge of death because of illness and trying to live, so he cherished his life even more, not to mention that he was also a member of this group of people before.

So, when he saw Uncle Sun lying on the ground, cold, and with a painful face, he was sad, puzzled, and angry, so that he couldn't understand why the woman, who was fine in the morning, became indifferent and regarded human life like a mustard in the afternoon because of this qin.

"How can there be so many whys...... If you really want to say why, then you tell me, why am I like this now?" Qin Ji glanced at Hao Chen shamelessly.

"Then are you going to kill people casually?Who gave you the right to kill people?!" Hao Chen's knife was a little closer, and the original blade was earlier than it actually was, so the blade cut off the scattered hair on the ground as a matter of course.

"The knife is good, as for the right to kill, don't you understand? Those who can't kill me can naturally be killed by me! Haven't you always treated other creatures in this world like this?" Qin Ji Wuyan said as she stretched out a blue electric finger and touched the blade, her eyes full of excitement.

"Maniac. Hao Chen shuddered, pushed Qin Ji away, and Ziyan instantly took it back.

If it weren't for this qin, Hao Chen really wanted to push the door and walk away now, and be his own clean fugitive.

Seeing the confrontation between the two, he didn't speak, nor did he stop it, just shook his head, bypassed Hao Chen and walked into the room, laid down the body of Uncle Sun, who couldn't care about it just now, and put the quilt on the bed and covered him, and recited the mantra of death.

"Say it...... What a story!" Hao Chen pulled out the chair in front of the desk and blocked the door, he wanted to hear what kind of your so-called grievances and grievances were.

loves to read novels and listen to stories, Hao Chen thinks that he has watched a lot of bloody episodes, so he wants to see what is so special about this piano.

"The old man doesn't know much, or he doesn't ...... completely" After reciting the mantra, he sat on the bed beside Uncle Sun and sighed.

"Hehe......" Qin Ji leaned on the offering table without a face, picked up an apple and wiped it, and gnawed it down.

She didn't interject, not only because she was too lazy to say or think about it, but also because she really wanted to hear about her past, and what kind of unbearable past it had become in their eyes.

After a glance at Qin Ji's facelessness, she frowned, shook her head, and opened her mouth.

It was about a thousand years ago, when there were countless large and small countries in Shenzhou, and the big countries competed, and the small countries depended on the big countries to seek an inch, so they annexed each other, grabbed land and population, so the world at that time, many people were struggling on the road to death and escape, I don't know how many villages were newly built, how many villages were destroyed, how many people were displaced, and how many people died in foreign lands.

As a result, various religions with different gods and goddesses grew rapidly throughout Shenzhou, including Shimen.

At that time, Shimen had taken root in this land for two or three hundred years, and prosperity could not be said, but there were more and more people who relied on religion because of their yearning for a peaceful and stable life, and more and more people became monks, so there were many monks who were virtuous and virtuous.

And now the person who sealed himself in the cliff of Chongguang Temple is one of the countless high monks who appeared at that time.

"Sure enough, it's an old ...... who has lived for thousands of years Eh, high monk. Hao Chen thought of the black-robed monk in the cave, who looked not much different from him in terms of appearance, but was much whiter, and almost laughed.

Hao Chen really has to get used to this kind of "story", after all, up to now, there are not many normal people he has met, and he has even brought the two originally normal people around him in disguise.

Speaking of abnormality, he subconsciously remembered the ancient witchcraft lover at all costs, Situ Chuang.

Although he was only a body that he borrowed from his apprentice grandson to "deceive", he successfully resurrected his thousand-year-old neuropathy.

"Is there such a person?" Qin Ji was interested again when she heard Hao Chen's words, and looked at her with a light in her eyes, as if he was more interested in these "others" than his own past.

You continue. Hao Chen glanced at Qin Ji without a face, smiled, and ignored it.

According to what one said, this high monk is named Master Chongguang, that is, the founder of this Chongguang Temple, he was also a disaster victim who fled the famine when he was young, and his parents and relatives also died on the way to escape the famine, so he has more pity for ordinary people who survive in this troubled world.

He met a high monk to take him in, so when he was successful in learning, he made a grand wish to enter the world to purify the souls of the victims.

But not everyone will accept the undead peacefully, some souls hate and have revenge, some souls linger in the pain of death and cannot be relieved, and some souls have heartfelt wishes to be fulfilled.

As soon as he said this, he paused, stood up, walked to the water dispenser and poured three glasses of water, one for himself and one for Hao Chen, and put it next to the offering table by the way, which should be for Qin Ji to be shameless.

As dusk passed, the room gradually became dark, but Hao Chen was a little worried about a problem that seemed a little ridiculous, and he couldn't turn on the light.

After all, except for one, Hao Chen did not see a monk in this temple, which means that the temple has indeed been emptied except for the three people and one cat who are seated.

However, Hao Chen also wondered one thing, when the number of people was counted, the abbot was not in such a big matter, why didn't anyone come up to look for it......

Could it be that this temple still has the tradition of people in the temple and the temple destroying people, so everyone will take it for granted that the abbot did not take refuge?

"Do you want to turn on the lights?" Yiyi seemed to have noticed this small thing, he was not afraid of someone looking for him, anyway, as the head of a temple, he would not leave the temple anyway, but aside from this young man and Qin Ji's shamelessness, there was still the body of this old grandson in the house, in case someone was recruited, it would still be a big problem.

If you open it, it will inevitably attract people, and if you don't open it, you can't say it if you pretend to be missing.

"Let's go. Hao Chen pondered for a while, and felt that the probability of being safe and sound after opening was more normal than the feeling of being dark and the abbot was missing.

So he turned on the light, sat back on the bed, and continued.