I took a look at these big houses the last time I passed by. Inside were a few old guys like clay sculptures sitting cross-legged. Jiao Ren said that these are people who usually spend their lives on corpses, and they will recite the Sutra of Life-breaking.
These houses, as well as the old guys in the house, always give me a gloomy feeling. When the corpse hunter Huangquan brought me and Little Poor to the door, several people greeted us.
"His spirit should be slightly damaged." The Huangquan corpse scavenger pointed at me and said to the old men: "How long will it take you to repair him?"
"Three days." An old man with all hair falling out, with fewer teeth left, squinted at me and said, "Three days is enough."
"Then three days." The Huangquan corpse hunter turned around and said to me: "You stay here for three days. After three days, it's up to you to stay and leave."
The Huangquan corpse hunter didn't talk nonsense, and walked away on his own.
With Huangquan's corpse hunter letting go, these old guys who seem to be dying seem to be kind to me. It's just that, even if people are old to this age, even if they are amiable, they seem to make me a little flustered.
The old man who talked to Huangquan Corpse Collector just now took me to a room next to me. This room was like a place for meditation and meditation. There were no beds, only a few shabby futons.
"Don't confuse the little children." I said to the old man, "Find another place for the children."
"This child is a rare spiritual root. Let her listen to it. It is good and harmless." The old man explained to me. They restored my slightly damaged spirit. They didn't need magic, but just chanted my nerves. enough. The poor little talented spirit root, condensing nerves is also very good for her.
The old man told me to sit down on the futon. Poor little might not be comfortable with the environment here, and was still timid. I took her and let her sit next to me. After we sat firmly, the other old men also walked in tremblingly.
There are five old men here. The old man who talked to Huangquan's corpse hunter just introduced to me. Some of them have forgotten their names and ages, so they use names like Boss, Second and Third.
This old man is the oldest, he is the eldest, and the others are the second, third, fourth, and fifth. I felt that the remaining old men looked the same, there was no difference, and they couldn't distinguish clearly, only to remember what the boss was like.
A few old men sat down around me. They seemed to have gotten used to this boring life. After sitting cross-legged, it was like five mountains sitting beside me.
Immediately afterwards, several people started chanting together. What they chant is not a Buddhist scripture, and I don’t know exactly what it came from. The boss said, it’s a nerve.
The scriptures are obscure and incomprehensible. They chanted from the mouths of these old men, and the voices lingered above for a long time. It was really strange to say that the voices of these old men's words were like broken gongs, hoarse and dull, but , When their chanting nerves drifted out, it was like a sound of heaven.
Although I did not understand the scriptures, I only felt that my mind immediately calmed down, as if a clear spring was flowing slowly. Those influences received these days are dissipating unconsciously.
In the beginning, poor little, much
She was less apprehensive, but when the scriptures filled her ears, she gradually calmed down, her big eyes slowly closed, her expression very calm.
In this way, the five old men chanted and condensed nerves, and there was a full hour of time. After waiting for an hour, Little Poor and I seemed to be immersed in it. When we opened our eyes, we both felt much more energetic than before.
"Fine A little bit of trauma is nothing. As long as you listen to the scriptures twice the day after tomorrow, you will be restored to the original state."
In my heart, I feel disgusted with the Huangquan corpse hunter, but the evil thoughts in my heart have disappeared, so I don't need to get angry with these old men who have no grievances and no grudges. After all, they are still helping me. I thanked the old Dadao, but the boss waved his hand and said: "There are thousands of people in this world.
The boss stayed and chatted with me, but he kept silent about the things here, just told me about his usual self-cultivation experience. He may have seen that I have learned kung fu for a few days, so I also gave some pointers.
The boss should not be an ordinary person, it's just that he is too old, and he doesn't know his real name. Before, he might still be a man of the world. His accomplishments in Kung Fu are also extraordinary. Moreover, when explaining to me, explain the profound things in a simple way and describe the profound truths in a plain and easy to understand way.
After listening to him talk about it for a while, I feel that I have benefited a lot. To be honest, the boss can be called a master of a faction, better than Yang Lei and Mu Jiu.
I felt strange in my heart. With the boss's ability, just go to any place, and it won't take long to get mixed up. However, looking at him now, it is obvious that he has stayed in this place for more than ten or eight years. Not only him, but also the remaining old men.
What is the purpose of a character who could have mastered the situation, willingly wasting his life and time in such a situation
"Boss, does it make sense for you to stay here?"
"What is interesting, and what is meaningless?"
"At the very least, go to the outside world to see the real world. In this place, there is no sunshine all year round, and the yin is so heavy. What fun is there to stay?"
"Zifeiyu, know the joy of fish?" The boss smiled faintly, with a look and tone similar to Huangquan's corpse hunter.
I thought about it, and it seems to be the case. If a person's mood does not reach a certain level, how can he stay in this place year after year.
They abandon their normal life, and fight for their own purposes in this dark place, aside from what they have done, this kind of vigor is rare in the world.
I originally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of chatting with the boss to find him a idiom, but after chatting for a while, I gave up this idea. A person like the boss has a very thorough life. He can't be deceived, let alone be told by me.
For the next two days, I listened to them chanting once every day to condense my nerves. After three days, I felt that there must be nothing wrong with it. Not only was it fine, but also
I felt more energetic before coming here.
At this time, Huangquan's corpse hunter came. He must be very familiar with the boss, so he didn't say any nonsense, and took me and Little Poor away directly, and came to the cave where he usually rested.
Some food and wine have been prepared in the cave. The corpse hunter Huangquan sat down and poured me a glass first.
Wine is good wine, food is good food, but sitting in front of him, I always feel a little restless, maybe because he was tortured and afraid before, and my psychology left a shadow.
However, I have thought about it myself. If the Huangquan corpse hunter hadn't tortured me like this, I would still keep the same as before. Then, the song He Shangqu would become my fatal wound. No matter who it is, as long as he understands this weakness, he can hold me in his hands at any time.
Don’t talk about others, just talk about Yaoyue. The evil thoughts in my heart were lured out by the modified Heshang song. This is obviously Yaoyue deliberately. She knows my weakness, and if I encounter it in the future, the consequences will be difficult. material.
It's good now, at least there is no need to worry about it. The suffering during this period is worth it.
However, I still don't want to drink with the Huangquan Corpse Collector. My grievances with him can be put aside, but what should so many people here say? I have understood that none of the people working here can go out alive.
The Huangquan corpse hunter did not force it, and drank the wine slowly. Poor Poor may be hungry. While eating, he looked at me with his eyes wide open, and looked at the corpse hunter in Huangquan.
"What you said earlier, I can leave as long as I want, and I can leave at any time. It doesn't count."
"What I say must be done." The Huangquan Corpse Collector took a sip of wine and said, "If you want to leave, you can leave immediately."
"Well, wait a while, I'll take this child away." I thought for a while, and then asked: "I have to ask one more question, where is my uncle?"
"He has gone and was sent out." The Huangquan corpse hunter smiled lightly: "In your eyes, am I the kind of person who doesn't believe in words?"
"Are you not afraid to tell others about the things here after he goes out?"
"He won't." Huangquan's corpse hunter shook his head: "He doesn't remember what happened here."
"Don't remember?" I thought for a moment, and immediately understood. The Huangquan Corpse Collector did not allow anyone to leave here because he was afraid of leaking the secret. He promised me and let the fake master go, but before the fake master left, the Huangquan Corpse Scraper left. I must have done something to make the fake master unable to remember his own experience here.
"He doesn't remember."
"Then you are not afraid of talking nonsense after I go out?"
"Don't be afraid." Huangquan's corpse hunter seemed to have an unspeakable confidence: "Who can you talk to after you go out? Even if you say it, can you find it here?"
I couldn't speak for a while. He seemed to be right. Who can I talk to about this kind of thing
"Before you leave, I want to tell you one thing." The Huangquan Corpse Collector put down the wine glass in his hand, looked at me, and said, "Don't see Qingluo again."
"Why?" I remembered that Po Yun had advised me like this before, but I still didn't understand, what happened to Guan Huangquan's corpse hunter between me and Qingluo
"If you see her again, you just want her to die." Huangquan Corpse Collector said: "If you don't want her to die, don't see her."
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