Eightieth Bowl of Soup (9)
After she woke up, the monk said that she was obsessed with it.
But how to eliminate it? Her parents witnessed her death twice, and the villagers she trusted and loved drowned her twice. Her love for this world and this village has been wiped away. How can she get rid of her obsession
Everyone said that the reason why she was sunk in the pool during her lifetime was because of her misbehavior and adultery. But she didn't exist in the dream, and they still wanted to kill her, so why
Has there ever been justice in this world
So she turned into a ghost now, and she has no regrets in her heart.
But the monk insisted on saving her. Is it better to be a human than a ghost
As long as people outside don't want to come in, she won't take the initiative to eat people. Isn't that enough
Qing Huan and Xiaolang snuggle together. There is a cold pool in the middle of the peach grove. This is where she was sunk. Hundreds of years ago, what climbed up from the bottom of the pool was a pool of rotten meat. Even if it transformed into a beautiful appearance and a moving fragrance, it would not be able to change the fragrance of death and decay.
Yes, she still wears a strange fragrance, but this fragrance contains the rotten smell of death. So it is called, the incense sticks around the corpse.
The little wolf rubbed her arm affectionately, and Qing Huan hugged its big furry head and kissed it. It has been with her all these years and never left her. You see how scary, beasts are more affectionate than humans. It took her a long time to figure this out—and by the time she did, it was too late.
On the second day, the monk was cooking tea under the tree again, and his movements looked very pleasing even in the simple illusion. Qing Huan still lay on the tree and looked at him. She couldn't drive this man away, and he wouldn't kill her either. There is an eerie sense of harmony between people. The little wolf was lying under the tree wagging his tail, his nose filled with the pleasant fragrance of tea.
"Want to drink?"
Qing Huan said: "After drinking your tea, I will have a dream. I don't want to do it again. It's enough to die once. You let me die again. Now, do you want to come for the third time?"
The monk smiled lightly, he usually has a gentle face, such a smile is really rare, he has been in this peach forest for six or seven years, because he did not force her, just to make her nod and drink tea, but It took a lot of time. She had had this dream for two years, presumably she was really afraid of his tea. "I won't dream after drinking the tea this time, the poor monk will assure you."
"You won't coax me?"
"Monks don't tell lies."
Only then did Shi Shiran float down the tree, took a sip from the tea bowl. Xindao said that when the monk came, he was leading a donkey, and there was a bulging package on the donkey's back. At that time, she thought that this man might be here for an outing, but who knew that it contained tea sets. It is not exquisite to say that it is exquisite, and the tea leaves are not necessarily expensive. It is just that the brewed tea has more emotions and six desires, and life is full of flavors. When you drink it, different people can taste different tastes.
It's been seven years, he hasn't eaten, coupled with such a deep practice, Qing Huan dare not test the monk's ability too much, she doesn't know where this man came from. She can't feel how strong his strength is, and she can't spy on the other party's thoughts and thoughts. In this case, there is only one possibility, that he is much stronger than her.
But the monk had never been rude to her, so Qing Huan didn't care much about it. She even thought it would be nice to have another companion, and the little wolf could have someone to play with. I just don't know if the monk is willing to stay or not. There is nothing in the peach grove.
After drinking tea for a while, he heard footsteps, Xiao Lang immediately stood up, and Qing Huan's eyes lit up. The monk looked at them almost with a smile on his face, knowing what the two of them were thinking, it was nothing more than—there was something to eat.
But if he was around, he wouldn't let them eat people, not to mention that the peach trees in the peach grove were changing all the time, and there was no way to get in. Therefore, he was not very worried and continued to make tea.
But this time the people who came were beyond their expectation. They were a few monks who looked very old, with white eyebrows. The first thing they did when they saw the monks was to put their hands together and knelt down to salute: "I have met the master."
Master
Qing Huan looked at the monk, and the monk narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he couldn't remember. The old monks looked at each other, and asked cautiously: "Master, you don't remember anything?"
One of them took out a string of badly worn Buddhist beads from his bosom, and held them up in both hands: "This is the Buddhist beads that the master carried with him when he was alive. For some reason, the Buddhist beads suddenly appeared on the table enshrined in the temple, and we were ordered by the abbots of the past to carry the Buddhist beads all over the world to find the soul of the master, and now it is a great fortune to meet the master."
It was only here that Qing Huan understood why the monk could not eat for so long, and why he was so powerful and unfathomable. Because he is also not a living person, just like her is a ghost. From the words of the old monks, it can be found that he should be an eminent monk during his lifetime, but he still couldn't let go of this world after his death.
"The master died for the common people, and the world deeply felt the kindness of the master. The previous abbots also told me to travel around the world and practice hard to find people. Now I have found the master by following the induction of the Buddhist beads, and hope that the master will return to Leiyin Temple , to achieve a positive result."
He has already achieved a positive result, but he just can't let go of the lost and fallen soul of this time, so he still lingers.
Everywhere they say they want to cross people, but they forget to cross themselves.
Qing Huan looked at the group of old monks in front of her, and felt that it was a bit of an eyesore. The little wolf was rubbing against her, and she hid the moment the monks appeared, so they never saw her. She doesn't like to see living people, especially living people who can't eat.
Although many people have been eaten in the past few hundred years, none of them are good. These old monks seem to have lived a life of poverty and devoted themselves to the Buddha. If she eats them, she will suffer retribution. She still wants to stay in this peach grove. In another few hundred years. It's just... God really cares for human beings incomparably. She has practiced for hundreds of years, but she is no match for the few decades that this group of monks practiced when they were alive. Evil ghosts are demons and heretics, and monks are righteous, which is really sad.
She accidentally made a sound, and was noticed by an old monk: "There is a ghost!"
Qing Huan was startled, and hurriedly dodged a Buddhist bead that was galloping towards him, and stopped after falling behind the monk. She was so angry that she pointed at the old monk who hurt her nose and complained: "Look at him, I didn't do anything, He wants to kill me!"
"Evil!" the old monk yelled angrily, "You cannibalize countless people, today is the time for us to do justice for the heavens!"
They passed by here and heard that the Taolin was haunted by ghosts, so they wanted to take a look, but the closer they got to the Taolin, the stronger the reaction of the Buddha beads, and when they came in, they found that the spirit of the ancestor was actually there! What a surprise.
The old monks quickly surrounded Qing Huan in the center, they had no compassion for ghosts, and even the Buddha wanted to kill them, let alone them. Seeing the old monk in front of her attacking her, Qing Huan quickly avoided it, but what surprised her was that the group of old monks didn't want to continue to catch her at all, but all rushed towards the monk!
The monk held the string of prayer beads and didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't even pay attention. She was startled, before her brain had time to react, her body had already rushed over, just in front of the monk.
What skills the old monks have, Fo Guang overcomes the evil spirits, Qing Huan immediately becomes thin and transparent, it looks like it is going to disappear immediately. She panted lightly with her head down, and complained to the monk: "Really... I've only known you for so long, how could I..."
The monk just lost his mind for a moment, the old monks were his opponents, they were immediately rolled up by his monk robes and fell to the ground. He bent down and hugged Qing Huan, his expression was in a trance. Qing Huan said with a smile: "I heard that after an eminent monk's death, if his soul does not wander around the world, if he eats his soul, he will live forever. These old monks...seem to be in their seventies and eighties, and they have been traveling for many years. Who would not be afraid of death? "
She laughed again, and said to him, "Look, monk, the heart of a living person is much more terrifying than that of an evil spirit. Even an evil spirit can save your life for a bowl of tea, but your disciples and grandchildren want you to be wiped out. Now you understand Why am I still resentful for hundreds of years?"
After the villagers died, they could still be reincarnated as human beings. They just lost their bodies in this life, but she was imprisoned here by her obsession and could not leave.
The living are more terrifying than the dead, aren't they
The monk touched Qing Huan's face, he always looked peaceful, but now there was a wave in his eyes. He hugged the evil spirit he wanted to transform, and was speechless for a while.
"You don't understand..." Qing Huan murmured, "You don't understand..."
The monk is an eminent monk who has practiced all his life and his heart is like still water. He does not understand her suffering, nor her despair and pain. He wants to convert her and give her a bowl of tea that can dream, but what is the use of that? That is Her life.
"Monk... let's go on living, find more ghosts like me... save them..." She said softly, turning her head to look at the little wolf, who kept whimpering and had tears in his eyes. "Take care of my little wolf. I couldn't help it when I was alive, and now I can't protect it anymore. You have to let it... eat well, don't be like me, always make him hungry... If you don't eat human flesh , you can also eat vegetarian food... "
She looked at the blood-colored peach forest with nostalgic eyes again, slowly turning into nothingness in the monk's arms.
In an instant, the peach grove faded away, revealing the mud covered with white bones, the water in the cold pool dissipated, and a corpse lay on the bottom of the water.
How could the monk understand her obsession.
It's not that I died in vain.
Her obsession is to go to a distant place with her soul after death, to find her beloved, full of joy, just want to see him again, and then leave, forget all the pain in her life, even if she can't talk to him, as long as she sees him Be happy and well.
The soul is floating, not knowing where it is going, going with the wind, going anywhere.
It's just that many years have passed by the time I found it.
Sure enough, he was in a high position and achieved great success.
It was late at night.
He is asleep.
Look joyful and happy.
Hold others in your arms.