Before I could react, the monk had already touched his bald head and let out a remorseful sigh.

"I thought it was a senior in the cave. Careless. I took it for granted. Although there are no ghosts in this place, it does not mean that there are no other things. Speaking of which, what the hell are you? The monk touched his chin, sat cross-legged, and looked at me earnestly.

I realized that this guy could sense my presence, but not see what I was. Otherwise, it would be impossible to think of me as some monk from the cave.

But it is impossible to answer his question.

Reporting to a stranger who doesn't know the details of his home, that seems to be a scene that only exists in anime, and it is not done in film and television dramas. That kind of exaggerated and straightforward expression, in anime, is straightforward and cute, and it can be accepted, but it's a bit silly to do it in three dimensions.

I didn't say a word, and the monk babbled on his own for a while, muttering to himself guessing my identity.

"It's not a ghost, it's not some senior, is it a spirit? The spirit is not like that. Or is it some thought that hasn't become a spirit or a ghost? Well...... You've gone out for activities before, and you've come back, right? In that case......"

He didn't shy away from being right next to me, as if he were in a cave, and he said a lot of things without any hesitation.

I thought he might not be a bad guy at this point. Of course, it's not a good person. The theft of the Buddha's head, as well as the information revealed in his conversations with the three men, proved that he was at least a repeat offender of stealing cultural relics, and he was doing it with great peace of mind. I don't know, apart from stealing cultural relics, he has not done anything illegal.

I thought of what he said to the Buddha statue.

He's probably the kind of person who cuts at each other in front of him and doesn't blink an eye, let alone stop, run away, or call the police that a normal person would do. When a person dies in front of him, he does not necessarily have compassion.

I looked sideways out the window.

That yin qi hasn't disappeared yet, and it's getting thicker and thicker. But its scope is still very small, and it is not the yin qi that spreads in Huixiang. It's kind of weird.

The monk snapped his fingers, "Forget it, don't guess." Do you want to go over there? ”

I looked at the monk in amazement.

"Well, I didn't want to go. Okay, just go. The monk said, showing a smile, "People are inevitably curious. Although I don't know why you appeared and still follow me, since there is already an extra variable of you, then you might as well make some more changes. ”

I was immediately alarmed.

The monk perceived my "superfluity", that is, he was aware of the changed "memory" and "reality". I was surprised that he reacted so quickly. I haven't done anything so far, just followed him. In such a situation, he didn't think of me as something that appeared out of nowhere, and he could clearly distinguish the difference in his memory, which was too sharp.

The monk had already put on his coat and shoes, and beckoned me to go out together.

His attitude towards me was full of kindness.

I thought about it, moved my body, and followed him not far or closer.

The monk didn't say anything, opened the door and walked out.

The doors of the guest house are automatically locked. He didn't close the door, and I walked straight through the self-closing door to the hallway.

The monk looked back at me, smiled, and continued walking.

There are still people on duty at the front desk downstairs, not the women before, replaced by two men.

Seeing the monk go downstairs, the two men showed surprised looks, and their eyes swirled over the monk's head.

One of them reminded the monk loudly, "The night market has been closed, and the scenic spot has also been closed." Where are you going so late? ”

"I'm so hungry that I can't stand it, go buy something to eat. You have a late-night snack here, right? The monk answered without changing his face, without the slightest hesitation.

A man answered the monk's question and recommended him a barbecue restaurant.

After the monk thanked him, his expression still did not change. He did as the man said, and went out and turned right.

The direction in which Yin Qi appears is on the other side.

The monk seemed to be familiar with the road of the Green Tea House, and after turning two streets, he was in the right direction.

In the evening, the green tea house is very quiet. There aren't many shops that stay open all night.

The monk walked for more than ten minutes, but he didn't see any shops that were open, and there were no pedestrians on the road.

"Guess where that yin qi came from?" The monk asked suddenly, turning his head to look at me and slowing down.

I didn't speak.

"I think it's Shao Xiu's. Oh, you may not know that Shao Xiu is a girl who committed suicide by throwing herself into a well decades ago. Her family opened a tea shop here, which is considered a time-honored brand. There is also a time-honored tea shop called Tongrenhao. In order to grab the land that year, the two shops gathered manpower and fought, and several people died. One of the sons of the owner of the Tongren died. They retaliated against the Manfu afterwards by setting fire to both the Manfu's warehouse and mansion. The girl was disfigured in the fire, and in the end, she couldn't think about it and committed suicide by throwing herself into a well. Hey, big winter, jumped into a well and drowned. The climate here is warm, but the well water is bitterly cold in winter. The drowning process is particularly slow. If she could swim, or if the well water level was low, it was possible that she was not drowned. It's also possible that she hit something in the process of jumping into the well......"

When the monk said this, he showed a somewhat grim smile, "Can you imagine that situation?" A man is desperately trapped in the icy water of the well and slowly dies......"

I shuddered, frightened by the scene depicted by the monk.

It's not that I'm timid, but the monk's tone and expression are very terrifying.

For a moment, I thought I was following not a human, but a ghost.

I stopped following the monk's footsteps.

The monk also stopped.

His face became clearer in front of me.

Navy blue skin, round eyes, and the tips of the teeth peeking out of the red lips...... His facial features have undergone some changes. The originally white and chubby face became ribbed and looked strong and mighty, with a protruding chin and cheekbones. And his hair seemed to turn into a burning black flame.

I thought I had seen some kind of monster, but in the blink of an eye, the monk smiled again.

"Did it scare you? Amitabha. The monk folded his hands, turned around and continued walking.

I thought of something in a trance.

It was the Buddha statue I saw in a thousand-year-old temple when I was traveling.

In addition to the bodhisattvas with kind eyebrows, there will always be a statue of the angry vajra in the temple.

Although the monk was like that just now, it is not exactly similar to the red-skinned and blue-skinned King Kong...... Wait, it's not like I've never seen a monk like that. However, the pictures seen in some ancient works of art of Buddhism are mostly foreign artworks. The kind of gods and Buddhas with green faces and fangs, shaped like evil ghosts, trampled people and ghosts under their feet......

The monk stopped and looked back at me, "Why don't you leave?" ”

I'm feeling a little mixed right now. But seeing the monk regain his kind face, he still followed.

I couldn't leave. Rather than being passively discovered by the monk that he couldn't run, it was better to keep up like this.

The monk didn't do anything to me, but fortunately he continued to talk about Shao Xiu for a long time.

“…… You say, what will happen to those who die like that? If there is no external force, it must be turned into a ghost and vent the resentment in your heart. The monk took this sentence as the end of Shao Xiu's story, raised his hand behind his ear, and made a gesture of listening, "You listen." ”

I didn't know what he wanted me to hear, and I didn't hear anything.

That smile appeared on the monk's face again, and it made me want to back away.

"It's the voice of death. Here we go. The monk said quietly.

Sorry, there are only two shifts today.

Good night everyone.

(End of chapter)