Eightieth bowl of soup (eight)
"Ah, you said you want to ferry me?"
Accompanied by this sweet voice, are the peach blossom petals falling down like fresh blood.
This peach blossom grove is famous far and wide. Everyone said that there are evil spirits living in it. Some young lads wanted to visit it out of curiosity, but they never went back.
The peach blossoms here are also different from other places. The peach blossoms here are bright red.
The one who was talking at this time was a woman lying on a peach tree. She had a lazy demeanor, half a smile, a bright red dress that seemed to blend in with the peach blossoms, only revealing a pair of snow-white slender legs, her toenails were dyed the same charming red, and her jet-black hair was scattered below her body and fluttered in the wind. Her plump breasts and snow-like smooth skin can be faintly seen from the wide collar. At the moment she was looking at the young monk under the tree. "You just let me have this dream, so what, the ending is still the same."
The monk Fengshen is handsome, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a pair of black eyes that are compassionate and compassionate. At this moment, he clasped his hands together: "The benefactor stays here, but the past thousands of years ago will never come back."
The woman smiled, and took a sip of the wine gourd beside her. She looked very chic, but turned a deaf ear to the monk's words. "What if you come back, so what if you don't come back. There are countless souls in the world waiting for you to rescue, but you insist on saving me here. How can you save me?"
The monk sat cross-legged under the tree, his handsome eyes slightly closed: "The poor monk passed by here, and when he met the benefactor, he had to cross the benefactor before he could leave."
Qing Huan felt that this person was really a dead-headed person. A few days ago, she just ate a few guys who broke in desperately, and saw that she was still trying to tease the guy, the monk broke in for some reason, not being confused by her illusion, and brazenly said that he wanted to save her. She thought he was capable, but who knew he made her a bowl of tea, and after she drank it, she had a dream.
What was the difference between that dream and what she experienced before she was alive? She was still dead, and she was still thrown into the bone-chilling cold pool by those ignorant humans.
She is such an easy ghost.
"Monk, tell me, if I ask you to cross, what good will it do?"
The monk's voice was calm: "If you turn your back and be right, you can become a Buddha if you put down the butcher's knife."
Qing Huan laughed loudly: "Bad people put down their butcher knives and immediately become Buddhas, but good people have ninety-nine or eighty-one difficulties to achieve true results. Look at you, then look at me, why bother?"
The monk was unmoved, just glanced at her, and did not argue with her. He is not good at talking, and he was often abducted by her words a few days ago, and gradually he got used to not following her words. Seeing that he didn't speak, Qing Huan looked at the sky boredly: "What's wrong with me being here, and I won't go out to harm anyone."
The monk silently looked at the wrecked human bones under the surrounding peach trees.
Qing Huan didn't feel guilty at all, and said confidently: "They broke in by themselves. The stone tablet outside the peach grove says that trespassers die. If they don't believe it, what can I do?"
"You ate them."
"I'm hungry." She took it for granted. "If you try not to eat for hundreds of years, you will still be hungry. What's more..." Her black eyes suddenly turned blood red, and her red lips were bright, as if reminiscing, "The taste of human flesh...is so good. "
As she spoke, she looked at the monk with longing eyes. The skin was tender and the meat looked delicious. "If you promise to let me eat you, I will let you save me. In ancient times, the Buddha cut meat to feed the eagle, and now there are monks who sacrifice their lives to sacrifice ghosts. Wouldn't it be beautiful to spread the word?"
The monk calmly put down his hands and opened his eyes: "Is it true that the donor will be freed after eating the poor monk?"
Of course it's fake.
Feeling bored, Qing Huan put down one leg and swayed it. A string of silver bells tied around her ankle rang crisply. She lay down on the tree and rested with her eyes closed. "Monk, you can't get over me, no matter how much time you spend here, it's useless."
If the monk doesn't speak, if he doesn't get her, he won't become a Buddha.
Qing Huan lay on the ground for a while, and a wolf howled from afar. She shook her little feet, and when the bell rang, a huge gray shadow appeared under the tree in the next second, crawling to let her jump down from the tree, landed on her generous back, and let out a low cry , Qing Huan stretched out her hand to rub the fluffy hair, and put her arms around the little wolf's neck: "What a stubborn monk, little wolf, let's not play with him anymore."
The little wolf screamed again, rubbed her hand, and disappeared into the peach forest with her on his back.
Although she lives in this peach grove, she doesn't appear all the time. Most of the time, she will sleep on a peach tree randomly, and she will sleep for a long time.
Many people said that this blood peach grove was haunted by ghosts, and there were some people who did not know whether they were dead or alive. They all died later, and Qing Huan and Xiaolang ate them. The taste of human flesh is extremely delicious, and it can make them stronger. But Qing Huan was too lazy to go out on weekdays, so she just stayed quietly in this peach forest, but many monks and priests came, and later they all became her and Xiaolang's dinner.
The monks this time are different from those in the past who tried to catch their fame. He is very powerful, but also very gentle. He can calm her down directly, but he wants to convert her. Qing Huan refused to be saved, and he didn't force it, so she sat under the peach tree and recited scriptures all day long. Although Qing Huan had been transformed into a ghost for hundreds of years, she still liked listening to Buddhist scriptures.
Although, the Buddha has long been unable to redeem her.
She was like that when she was alive, she was bullied and abused, and she was sunk in ragged clothes. The people in the village soon completely forgot about her. Born here and raised here, they divided up everything about her, but no one was willing to collect her body.
She lay at the bottom of the cold pool for a long time... for a long time...
It was so long that her bones would turn into sand, so long that she couldn't bear the pain, and so long that her heart was filled with resentment towards the whole village.
Then, she crawled out from the bottom of the pool.
Wet, dripping water, step by step, one by one walked over, one by one ate them, admiring the fear on the faces of the villagers, listening to their begging and crying. Li was kneeling on the ground to kowtow to her, but she still dug out his heart. She ate the whole village, hundreds of hearts that were dug out alive.
Then she stood in the middle of the village littered with corpses, and the moon rose into the sky. She bathed in the moonlight, the mud and sand on her body gradually faded, the pool water gradually disappeared, her skirt turned bright red, and her eyes also turned bright red.
On the night of the full moon, in a place of extreme darkness, the right time and place, after eating so many people's hearts, she became extremely powerful.
The little wolf stayed by her side in the form of a soul, and she sat on him and went to the town, found Huang Yuanwai's house, and ate them too. She eats hearts, and the little wolf eats meat. They are growing up extremely quickly.
Then they went back to the village.
This place belongs to her.
The village gradually began to disappear, every corpse sank into the ground, and then extremely bright and bright blood-colored peach blossoms bloomed on the corpses. She lived in this peach blossom forest, as if she had returned to many years ago, when she walked in the village, Those kind eyes received.
It was so strange that the village disappeared overnight, but everyone who entered did not come out, and they all became food for her and the little wolf. Slowly, everyone knew the rumors that the peach forest was haunted, Qing Huan She had been hungry for a long time, and she didn't have more food until the dynasty changed.
Too many people want to get the idea of this peach forest. Whether it is the geographical location or other things, this land has its special meaning, but the peach forest is haunted, which makes many people shy and dare not approach it. .
Many monks and priests came here, all of whom were invited to exorcise ghosts, but Qing Huan had never seen a few real monks, most of them were bluffing liars, in order to punish them, she dug out their hearts and ate them .
I don't know how many hundreds of years have passed, but one day, this monk appeared.
Qing Huan didn't know the monk's name or his dharma name, just like the monk didn't know her name.
It was a sunny and sunny day, and the monk came in from the outside leaning on his staff. When Qing Huan saw him, he thought he was here to take her in again, so he asked the little wolf to bring him over. She likes to eat raw meat, and the sweetness of her heart that smells of blood is shocking.
But when the little wolf left and never came back, she realized that the person who came this time was not simple.
Unexpectedly, when the monk saw her, he let the little wolf go. Hundreds of years later, the little wolf had developed his wits. He knew that the monk in front of him was powerful, and he didn't dare to provoke him, so he snuggled up to Qing Huan and bared his teeth in protest.
Qing Huan can't beat the monk. He looks young, but he has profound morals. He doesn't know which temple he came from. The first thing he said when he saw her was that he wanted to save her.
It turned out to be passing through here, and saw that there were ghosts here, and there were evil ghosts lingering. The monks were merciful and wanted to cross the evil ghosts to reincarnate.
Qing Huan refused without thinking.
She likes this peach grove and doesn't want to reincarnate.
She didn't want to be separated from the little wolf either.
But the monk sighed and called her an idiot, and sat under the tree with his own hands to cook tea for her.
The fragrance of the tea is the same as the strange fragrance on her body in this peach grove.
Qing Huan drank the tea and had the previous dream.
In the dream, she did not do anything related to the second son of the "harlot". Except for force majeure, she was completely worthy of anyone and worthy of the reputation of the whole village, but the villagers still wanted to put her to death, as if she was alive. Polluted their air and tarnished the reputation of their entire village.
She had no memory in the dream, she was just subconsciously refusing and refusing, avoiding and avoiding, so stubbornly refusing to leave, as long as she lived in the village, she thought that this time there would be a different result, but in the end, they still wanted to kill kill her.
It was still that cold pool, that patch of sand that wrapped and separated her flesh and blood, condensed her resentment, and catalyzed her into a ghost.