Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

It's already evening.

The red sunset glow is lined with golden glazed tiles, which should have been lively and splendid, but it is a pity that the clouds are extremely low and the wind is extremely cold. The sun shines through the clouds and coats everything in the world with a cold gray.

On the top of Ye Mountain, there is a quiet and secluded courtyard somewhere in the Qianfo Temple.

At this time, the vegetation elsewhere is still too green, but the garden trees here are withered and yellow, with early deciduous leaves all over the ground.

"rustle."

The fine bamboo shoots scraped the bluestone slabs, but a sweeping monk was cleaning the fallen leaves alone. He turned his back to the courtyard gate and couldn't see what he looked like. He saw that his body movements when dragging the broom were quite uncoordinated. Looking closely, he was still slightly twitching from time to time. Could it be a disability?

"Brother."

Suddenly, a tender voice sounded, and a little monk protruded from the courtyard gate.

The monk stopped after hearing the words and turned around slowly.

"I recently went up the mountain and didn't know the way. I came out to find the master today, but I accidentally lost my way..."

The little monk was quite scared of life, hiding most of his body behind the wall, did not dare to look up at the monk, lowered his head and just talked, but did not see—

On the face of the monk who turned around, one eye was curled with a smile while the other was open with a cracked eye. The bloodshot eyes looked like a mouse trapped in a cage and couldn't stop spinning around.

"I didn't see other seniors along the way, and I don't know where I went..."

The little monk was still lowering his head to tell, but the monk was approaching step by step. The monk walks in a very strange posture, always stepping forward with one foot, and then dragging other parts of the body forward, as if two different spirits lived in the same body.

The monk kept this weird posture and approached the little monk step by step, but the little monk didn't even notice it at all. He only knew how to lower his head to speak.

finally.

This weird monk stood in front of the little monk, and his bent eye suddenly opened. He didn't lower his head, only his bloodshot eyes were pulled down and stared at the little monk. Then, the five fingers curled into claws and reached the top of the little monk's head...

"bad!"

Suddenly, there was a strange cry in the courtyard.

A figure jumped down from the top of the wall, holding a wooden stick in his hand, and with a "boom" sound, the sturdy figure smashed into the monk's head.

The monk did not hum, but fell down.

The sneak attacker stood firm and took a few breaths, then raised his head, revealing his old face full of folds. It was the old monk's realization, and the little monk was naturally good.

"Move faster."

The old monk eased his breath without saying a word, and rushed to the courtyard gate to catch the wind.

The little monk also squatted down quickly, first took out a kettle, and just opened the stopper, it was a nasty smell. With this spicy smell, you don’t need to guess the stuff in the kettle. It’s elegantly called "Golden Juice", or dung water in layman's terms. The little monk was not polite, opened the monk's mouth, and Gu Lulu gave a big mouthful.

After the pouring, he said "offend".

He took another rope from his back and turned the monk numbly, but before he could tie his hands and feet, the monk's limbs trembled, and then twitched strangely, resembling the hanging of a puppet on the stage. The silk thread was twisted in one place.

The little monk panicked. The previous few times, there was no such moth!

He doesn't know what to do, the monk manually presses his hands, and when his feet move, he presses his feet again.

Just then.

"Crack."

In the sound of broken bones, the little monk's wrist tightened, and he looked away in a panic. It turned out that all the knuckles of the five fingers of the monk's hand were reversed and clasped his wrist.

Before he had time to scream, it was another "click, click, click...", like a faulty gear.

He followed the sound, the monk's face suddenly turned to the back, and a little red hair quickly grew and spread on his face. The squirming eyes were suddenly fixed, the red pupils in the black pointed directly at Ben Shan, the little monk's breathing suddenly stagnated, and his brain was completely blank.

"Get out of the way!"

With a cry in his ear, he hid.

The large bluestone of the millstone whizzed down, and the monk's increasingly ferocious head was in the middle, like crushing a rotten egg. Amid the crackling sound, the red slurry that was sticky like a snot splashed all over the place.

Next to him, the old monk put away his throwing posture, put his hands together, and lowered his eyelids, reciting a few scriptures lightly.

"The corpse is deep, but it's hopeless."

………………………………

Looking at the monk's body, the little monk was a little sluggish for a while.

Will I become like this too?

Do not! Do not! Do not!

As soon as this thought came up, he shook his head quickly, and I had already vomited the corpse blood...Although the method was not very beautiful.

He couldn't help but glanced at the corpse again, secretly rejoicing: Fortunately, the master found me first last night.

Thinking of the scene last night, it immediately appeared in front of my eyes—under the waning moon, in front of the boiling cauldron, the monk cut his neck and squeezed out the sticky blood...

This situation is shocking enough, but the master even said that the culprit of all this turned out to be...

At that time, Ben Shan had only one sentence said by Uncle Nan, who looked like a bandit.

"My three ancestors are first-class gods and monks in the world.

Ugh!

The little monk patted his forehead and looked at my crow's mouth.

………………

At the time when Benshan was thinking about it, the old monk had already walked to the other end of the courtyard, where there was a garden arch, which was tightly blocked by the door.

The old monk pushed his hand to push the door, but he stopped the action abruptly as he stood next to the door.

"The good..."

He called out softly, and the little monk recovered his senses and replied blankly.

"What's the matter? Master."

The old monk did not look back.

"Remember the way up the mountain?"

The good without thinking:

"remember."

"Remember what I told you about the various changes in the temple?"

The little monk hesitated and did not answer this question. It was not that he had forgotten, but inexplicably flustered in his heart. He caught up with the master, reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, lowered his head and said nothing.

The old monk was aware of his disciple's behavior, but he still didn't look back, he only asked with a more serious tone.

"Remember?"

The little monk groaned, and he still responded.

"remember."

"That's good."

The old monk laughed, but then he said something.

"So, go down the mountain!"

The little monk's eyes widened suddenly.

"Master?!"

"Ami...Oh."

The old monk was supposed to be singing Buddha, but he sighed halfway through the conversation.

"I have my duty, but you also have your mission..." After Wu realized that, after a pause, he turned around and touched his disciple's round and bare head and face. Each pleat expresses love.

"An Xin, you go down the mountain, I will come later."

……………………

The old monk stood there for a long time, watching the little monk turning his head for three steps and gradually disappearing before turning around and pushing open the courtyard gate.

There is no courtyard behind the gate, only a whole piece of rock protruding out of the cliff, supporting a platform, and an unpretentious octagonal bell pavilion is erected above it, in which a bronze bell with green rust is hung.

The old pavilion and the rusty clock fell on the rock in a deserted state. The gray and old seemed to be integrated with the rock, not like the rich and exquisite temple behind them. On the whole, it looked like a piece of burlap on a splendid flower.

But it was this piece of coarse hemp that stood on this rock when the temple was built.

The old monk still remembers: Back then, when he was a young monk, the master led him to visit the Thousand Buddha Temple. He first went to the old temple under the mountain, then worshipped the Three-shen Buddha in the Huamo Cave, and then came to see this old clock.

At that time, when Master told him about his duties in this line, he rarely used some vulgar words.

"We're just wiping the **** of these bald donkeys! Realize, remember, if there is such a day, this clock will be closed!"

At that time, I still slandered Master for committing "an infatuation", but now...

"Bald donkey!"

The pavilion is now, and the eyelids of Awareness are jumping.

When I got closer, I could feel the heaviness of the bronze bell. Needless to say, there is no need to say more about the copper bell about ten feet high. The bell and pestle next to it is the size of a person. It is hung on a steel cable with the thickness of the wrist. The texture is hard and glowing. It is obviously not ordinary wood.

But……

The iron cable at the end of the bell has been broken, and the tail of the bell is deeply embedded in the rock. Even if it is caused by the accumulation of time, it shows the weight of the bell.

Haven't these **** in the temple thought about repairing one or two? !

The old monk scratched his head with anger, and at this moment, a little coolness continued on his forehead, he raised his head, and the shower fell on his face.

Time is running out!

He put away his angry face, quickly rushed into the pavilion, took off his monk robe, revealing his thin and old body, and then hugged the bell.

Drink...

The old monk's scarlet neck had blue veins violently, and his shriveled body seemed to be infused with inexplicable vitality, and the heavy bell was pulled out from the rock inch by inch.

Then.

He took another deep breath and gritted his teeth.

Trembling, firm, and struggling to give it away.

"Boom."

The invisible sound wave shook away the raindrops.

The bell sounded somberly and thoroughly, reaching the devil's barrier in my heart.