"Ha ha, it’s late. I finally got you."
Yuan Qing appeared beside me with a crazy laugh. I was afraid to stare big eyes. The female ghost was so elusive that it was too fast. It was like a ghost. Yuan Qing was a ghost and a horrible ghost!
The sharp ghost claws are ruthlessly scratched to the chest, and I am going to be broken by a female ghost. Suddenly!
The magnificent ancient temple shook violently, and the yellow light suddenly filled the ancient temple. Yuan Qing screamed and a tall figure suddenly appeared on Yuan Qing’s back …
Zhong Kui!
It turned out to be a statue of Zhong Kui. At this moment, he actually came back to life …
I never dreamed that Zhong Kui, the grandmaster of Zhong Kui Gate, was resurrected and saved my life when he was still at this key. The surprise was more shocking than the joy, because it was incredible.
The solemn look of the old monk finally eased. Suddenly, wow, I spit out a big mouthful of blood and my body was crumbling. I saw this scene and quickly came to the old monk’s side to hold my old body.
"Master, are you all right?"
"Nothing!" The old monk barely said two words, shortness of breath, pale and scary. I am even more worried about his health. I can feel that the old monk seems to have reached the limit, and he seems to be dying.
"Master, thank you for saving me." I said with a look of guilt that if I hadn’t kept asking the master, maybe there wouldn’t be so many things, and the old monk wouldn’t have suffered such a serious injury.
"Son, you are wrong. I didn’t save you, but you saved me. If you hadn’t appeared, I would have died. It’s a pity that you appeared too late here. All three donors were killed by me …" The old monk said sadly that he advised me not to blame himself, but he blamed himself.
They were silent in the ancient temple, but they didn’t come.
Zhong Kui’s tall figure was glittering and detached from the statue. Every time he waved his heavy hands, Yuan Qing screamed and flashed with all his strength. Gradually, Yuan Qing’s figure slowed down and seemed to have reached its limit. However, Zhong Kui’s golden light seemed to be more and more dazzling, and it was also a matter of time to eliminate Yuan Qing.
Is that really the case?
Seeing this scene, the old monk’s face changed greatly, and suddenly he panicked and growled, "Let’s leave the ancient temple quickly."
From the ancient temple? This …
I hesitated for a moment. Zhong Kui is now braver than the horse, and he is going to destroy Yuan Qing. Even if he stays in danger, he will be relieved. I can’t figure out what the old monk wants to leave, but out of trust in the old monk, I helped him walk towards the door with his old body.
At this time, there was an explosion in an ancient temple. I realized that I was shocked when I turned around. Zhong Kui actually disappeared. Although there was still a lot of golden light in the ancient temple, there was no threat to Yuan Qing.
= Wen = disappeared. Is it the same as the explosion just now?
= Man = "Let’s go. Zhong Kui is a phantom, and now his strength is exhausted and he has disappeared."
= = Hearing the old monk’s words, I completely fell into fear and helped the old monk’s footsteps suddenly accelerated. At this time, a burst of cold breath suddenly appeared, and it must be Yuan Qing.
= House = "Prajna Paramita Blessing Cleanliness Curse!"
The solemn Sanskrit of the old monk sounded, and suddenly I felt as if my body had been injected with a powerful force, and the speed suddenly accelerated to the limit. It was no exaggeration to blink and step over the threshold of the ancient temple. At the same time, the threat of yin and cold disappeared, and I didn’t look back and helped the old monk at the same time.
Behind you!
"Ah, I’m going to kill you. I’m going to …"
The shrill call is getting weaker and weaker, as if it were locked in an ancient temple by strange forces.
I walked for a long time, and finally I couldn’t see the ancient temple after dawn. It happened that I came to my door. When I was about to help the old monk into the courtyard, the old monk’s old body trembled a few times, which actually overwhelmed me.
"Master Master, what’s wrong with you?"
Eyes slightly open face can’t find a trace of blood. The old monk is so weak that he seems to have tried his last strength to say, "I’m afraid I can’t, son … You must remember that the magic divination mirror must not fall into his hands. If you can’t protect it, it will be destroyed …"
"Be sure to remember, remember …"
The old monk’s voice became louder and louder, and suddenly he stopped, his eyes closed slowly, and his guilt remained until he died. No one knew what guilt he had, and with death everything became a mystery.
"Master!"
I just stared at the lost life in my arms, and the kind old monk died like this. He died to save me. If I …
It seems too late to say anything now.
The old monk’s old body slowly melted into ashes and floated in the air until it was completely empty. Seeing this scene, my face became more sad. The master once said that the idea of cultivating a profound man would melt into ashes after his death, but he could keep it out of the body and become a constraint. Perhaps this is what Buddhism calls detachment.
I should be glad that the master has returned to the embrace of Buddha.
Ha ha! Am I laughing? But there seems to be something in my eyes!
Are they tears?
Not because I am happy with my master.
It’s like stopping this moment, and sadness hangs over the whole world. I’ve seen ghosts since childhood, but I’ve never seen anyone die. From that moment to now, white death is not just a fear for everyone, but a belief that one’s life is forgotten.