The monk's behavior became more and more abnormal.

In fact, from the beginning of the dream, the monk began to speak, and he showed an abnormal state.

The posture and content of the conversation with the Buddha statue are not like the posture that normal people would make. Even if he has a certain purpose and a certain ability, this behavior also reveals a certain abnormality in his character.

So far, I have not seen anyone who has shown such an attitude towards paranormal events.

Needless to say, the people of Aoba are a little accustomed to supernatural events and deal with them calmly, but they are a little disgusted in their hearts. Even Wu Ling, who studies various spells, hopes to eliminate supernatural events.

Others, who may be complacent in their own abilities, willing to create chaos and terror, and ambitious, are all insiders, and act with a strong sense of ambition.

Only this monk, as an outsider, is watching some kind of performance, and is enjoying it and devoting himself to it.

I stared at the monk's face for a long time.

I don't know this person. I was sure of that from the first sight of him.

It's strange that someone I don't know or have never met has become the object of my dreams.

However, at the beginning of the dream, I was in the cave where the Buddha statue was, and as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the Buddha's head...... I don't know if those Buddha statues had some kind of effect.

The monk didn't care what I was thinking, and walked forward with a slow pace, his lips opening and closing, chanting some kind of scripture.

He should be using Sanskrit, I don't know if it's because the tone of Sanskrit itself is like this, or if his rhythmic recitation gives the scriptures a sense of mystery.

I slowly followed him.

Gradually, I heard voices outside the scriptures.

The soft, faint cry......

I looked left and right, but I didn't see anyone, but there were residential buildings on either side, maybe someone in a house was crying.

My steps didn't stop.

The crying wasn't in the direction I'm going, and it didn't seem like it was behind me or left or right.

The voice was ghostly, fluttering around me, without a fixed position.

It was already completely dark. The moon is obscured by dark clouds.

The sound of the monk's chanting and strange cries were mixed together, and in front of him was the source of the yin qi.

I couldn't help but get goosebumps.

The cry grew louder and clearer.

I began to tell that the cry was a mixture of many voices.

A man's voice, a woman's voice, and occasionally a child's cry. All the cries were suppressed, and no one cried loudly, just a few sobs from time to time.

In the cry, there was a little more moaning, and the moans of pain were mixed in, and a vague scene was born in people's minds.

Is it abuse, beatings, or sickness?

How can so many people make the same noise?

And also...... What is that ghost doing?

My questions were answered quickly.

The monk led the way, and the two of us arrived in front of a villa.

The three-storey bungalow, with little design aesthetics, looks spacious and can accommodate a lot of people.

The house number is very ordinary, that is, the general school, with large numbers and the road name indicated in small print below.

This place occupies a house number, and it doesn't look like a residential building on the left and right, but there is a tea garden behind it, and the location can be said to be excellent.

When I look at the buildings around me, there are no signs, but they seem to be warehouses and don't have many windows.

The monk rang the doorbell under the door number, and the sound of "Ding Dong-" was particularly abrupt at night.

This kind of doorbell ringing in the middle of the night is always terrifying.

The crying I heard in my ears stopped. The monk also stopped chanting because he arrived at his destination.

The doorbell echoed throughout the villa, slowly dissipating.

The villa and the surrounding buildings still look like empty buildings with no one and no sound coming out.

The monk waited for a while and rang the doorbell again.

Ding-dong-dong-

I shuddered, and I kind of wanted to back off.

It's not that I'm frightened by this scene, nor is there any change in the yin qi in this villa, but at that moment, I feel as if many things in the entire Qingcha Cottage have awakened and looked at this place together.

I had a hard time accurately capturing that feeling.

It seems that at this moment, my perception has been magnified countless times, and I can see and hear the situation of the entire green tea estate.

In the streets, in the houses, in the tea plantations...... It seemed like something was stretching, turning its head, and focusing on me.

The monk chanted the Buddha, turned back to me and said, "This place is alive." ”

"What?" I blurted out.

The monk's words almost evoked a shadow in my psyche.

Qingchazhuang is alive, isn't there a spirit? I've met the spirit several times, but nothing came of it.

That's not an easy thing to deal with.

I'd rather run into a demon.

The monk seemed to smile and turned his head back, "Don't you understand?" ”

He rang the doorbell again.

The doorbell sounded like a bell, spreading out at once.

"When a person dies, he does not immediately become a ghost, nor does he immediately reincarnate. That time period is the time when the soul remains in the world. The remnant soul has no consciousness, only numb instincts. ”

The monk said and pressed it again.

Ding-dong-dong-

"The predecessors in the grotto guard this place, always the first time to send the remaining souls to the reincarnation of the underworld. The place was peaceful for a long time, without ghosts, without spirits, without any insignificant thoughts. ”

Ding-dong-dong-

"But their methods are too crude. Judging from the clothing and hairstyle of those Buddha statues, they are from the Buddhist sect in the 16th century, and they are the descendants of the Guangshan sect that appeared in the 16th century. ”

Ding-dong-dong-

"From the current point of view, Guangshan Sect is just a drop of water in the sea, or it was born at the wrong time, and a drop of water that evaporated just after its birth did not leave much impact on the entire Buddhism."

Ding-dong-dong-

"The path taken by the Guangshan Sect is to transform the world, accumulate merits, complete its own transformation, ascend to the Elysian World after death, and get rid of the reincarnation of the underworld."

Ding-dong-dong-

"But for the people of the world, the attitude upheld by the Guangshan Sect is that they should practice in reincarnation, so that they can have an epiphany and take refuge in their lineage at one of their reincarnations."

Ding-dong-dong-

The monk let go of his hand and turned to look at me.

Several doorbells echoed, and the echoes continued to spread outward, and before the first echo ended, a second echo had already appeared, and all the sounds were intertwined.

All I could hear was dizziness, and my eardrums felt like they had been hit with a hammer.

That feeling of being watched is gone, but it's not the things that are gone, it's that they're distracted.

"In this way, a question arises, a question that is contrary to a certain definite theory of the past and the present." The monk looked at me with a look of compassion and pity on his face, "A long time ago, a master found out. That period of soul remnants is the period when people are dying and thinking. Whether there are still unfulfilled wishes, whether you are willing to devote yourself to a new reincarnation, the regrets, sorrows, happiness, and joys of this life all need to be let go during this period. This period was first carried out after the soul entered the underworld, but after a certain great change, this period was moved to after the death of the person. From then on, when entering the underworld, a soul should have no distractions. If you don't figure it out, you stay in the world; When there is a grudge in the heart, he turns into a ghost. In Buddhism, the transcendence of remnant souls and ghosts is to assist those souls to reflect and introspect, and it is not us who make the final decision, but them. Guangshan sect, deprived of this process. For the living, there is no trouble. For the dead, they will enter samsara in a daze, be reborn in a daze, or, worse, they will be trapped between the underworld and the human world, unable to advance or retreat. ”

The monk didn't look back, and pressed his finger on the doorbell with unmistakable accuracy.

When- When-

This time, I actually heard the bell.

With the sound of the bell, the sound of something shattering appeared.

Kela ...... Kela ......

I felt that there were several yin qi coming out of the entire green tea house.

One of the strongest strands, on the hill where the grotto is located!

(End of chapter)