Chapter 68 Guanyin, finger bone relics

"What's the matter? What happened next?" I have to say that when Old Zhaotou told the story, it was like singing a big opera and telling storytelling. It fascinated the three people present and completely fell into it.

Go in.

"Later! Humph, how can you tell me what happened next?" Old Zhaotou smiled bitterly and shook his head, sighing every word: "When the cremation workers pushed Zhang Xiuting's body for cremation

When the stove was turned on, within a few seconds, her screams were heard, one after another, which was very painful."

"Screams? Isn't this Xiu Ting dead? Could it be that she wasn't dead at that time?" Yin Hui's brows twisted into the Chinese character "Chuan" and she raised three question marks in a row.

Old Zhaotou remained silent until finally, he nodded painfully, put the pipe pot in his mouth with trembling hands and took a few puffs. However, when he realized that there was no lit tobacco in it, he lowered his arms sadly.

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"It seems that it may be a neurological shock, just a suspended animation. As soon as it is stimulated by the outside world, the brain starts to spin again," said Old Zhaotou.

"What happened after that? Did Zhang Xiuting survive?" Yin Hui asked eagerly.

"Hmph, boy, people's hearts are old and their desires are no longer alive. Do you think Huang Chen will let her live?" Old Zhaotou's eyes suddenly bloomed with a strange look, and he smiled strangely, and then he felt lingering fear in his heart.

He breathed heavily: "I listened to Sun Faxue at the time. When several young masters at the scene heard that something was wrong, they all wanted to go up and pull her out first. If she was still breathing, she could be sent directly to the hospital. Maybe she could be rehabilitated.

It could save a life. But Huang Chen scolded them, then stepped up and directly pulled the power switch."

Having said this, Old Zhaotou's trembling hands began to tremble even more violently, and the tobacco pouch and pot in his hands fell to the ground uncontrollably. There was a "clang" impact note, which shocked everyone with goosebumps all over their bodies.

"The moment the temperature rose, heartbreaking cries for help came from the furnace, the cremator made a rattling sound as it was scratched by nails, and drops of blood seeped out along the white paint surface of the cremator.

Haha, haha..." When Old Zhaotou said this, he ignored the fear in the hearts of several people and continued to shout out of control: "Do you know what Zhang Xiuting has been shouting? She has been shouting that the child is innocent.

, please, let my child live, please, let me give birth to the child before dying, please let me taste the happiest thing of being a woman."

Everyone was moved by Zhang Xiuting's great maternal love, but no one dared to help.

Lao Zhaotou covered his face with his hands and buried his head deeply between his knees.

Tang Yan and Shen Feifei had already hugged each other and cried, as if they were listening to a great love story.

Yin Hui was the only one, clenching his hands into fists. Thinking of the gentlemanly appearance of the mayor now, Yin Hui really wanted to punch this man to death. Fortunately, he was still a man. He really embarrassed the man.

What shocked him was that he didn't expect that a Taoist hermit like Lao Zhaotou, who didn't eat the fireworks of the world, would be moved by this incident.

Maybe! A master is not considered a master only if he has no emotions. He who can distinguish right from wrong, good and evil, and understand the warmth and warmth of human beings is the real master that people long for.

"When the high temperature of thousands of degrees gradually turned out, the whole room gradually became quiet. Everyone's feet were sweating all over the ground. They were so frightened that they even sat down on the ground, muttering.

Quote. The hardest thing to find is a job, let alone a high salary? So that no one will take risks for an irrelevant thing. Huang Chen even said, this is already the case, everyone is a grasshopper tied to a rope.

, once something goes wrong, no one can run away, they are all accomplices. Of course, in order to appease their emotions, he gave everyone five times their monthly salary, which can be regarded as a big stick to feed a sweet date. The fire chemical engineer looked pale.

, open the stove and use a hook to push it out. Zhang Xiuting died. This time she did not fake her death, but was completely burned to ashes under Huang Chen's eyes. The strange thing is that the ashes she burned were abnormally large, because

It also contained another little life. Things went smoothly, and Huang Chen was sweating, but no one expected that seven days later, the real disaster would come!" Old Zhaotou's voice was mellow, and

It was also very vivid when he told it, and everyone couldn't help but be attracted by his emotional fluctuations. They stared at Old Zhaotou in an orderly manner and listened to Old Zhaotou talk about what happened back then.

"Seven days later, that is, the girl's first seven. On the outer wall of the crematorium, a large amount of blood spots suddenly seeped out, splashing on the snow-white paint, like dots of peach blossoms, which was extremely strange. The hall was helpless.

, I had to call a technician to repaint it, but the strange thing is that no matter how many times it is painted, those dark red blood stains will still show up. Moreover, in the middle of the night, bright human blood will flow out from those blood spots.

The entire crematorium was dyed red! According to the security guard who was watching the night, he heard the squeaking sound of nails scratching the iron sheet many times in the furnace, as well as the miserable cry for help, which seemed to come from the trapped soul trying to escape.

The desperate struggle of the crematorium.”

Later, Huang Chen was forced to close the newly purchased crematorium under pressure, removed the iron door, and sealed the crematorium's lock with cement, making it completely inaccessible.

There was no way to get out of the secret room. But this method obviously treated the symptoms rather than the root cause. It didn’t take long for the funeral parlor to start killing people one after another. It wasn’t until the seventh person that the accidental casualties gradually stabilized. But at the same time the next year

Duan, seven more people will die, and they will never stop. And at this time of year, as soon as it comes to night, there will be the sound of nails scratching iron sheets in the abandoned crematorium..."

For a time, people in the funeral home were panicked. No one dared to continue doing it. Compared with money, the brain was more important! It wasn't until the appearance of Lao Zhaotou that he could take back the water. In De

After knowing the whole story, and with the idea that the person who tied the bell needed to untie the bell, Lao Zhaotou decided to go to the tomb mountain in person. However, he soon discovered that because Zhang Xiuting's resentment was too deep, coupled with the stillborn baby

That strong obsession can no longer be transcended. And because the funeral parlor's feng shui belongs to the Juyin Pool, the curses from all directions are absorbed by Zhang Xiuting bit by bit.

Can you fight it yourself?

However, Zhao Deshui is not a person who can be ignored. He has traveled all over the world and visited three mountains and five mountains. What kind of world has he not seen? He left immediately and rushed to Baima Temple in Henan Province, where he found his friend, Baima Temple.

Host: Abbot Zecheng. I would say that Abbot Zecheng is also an interesting person. Zhao Deshui exorcises evil spirits and suppresses ghosts by focusing on one word of destruction, but what he emphasizes is the word 'persuasion'. Although they are completely opposite, they lead to the same goal through different paths.

If you want to ask how a monk could become good friends with a monk, there is a little story about it. It is said that Abbot Zecheng once went to visit other great monks in other places, and met a lonely ghost in a hotel.

However, when he was about to run away, Zecheng's Daoxing wanted to take him in, but it was safe to do so, but he insisted on using this wooden fish to block the kid in the room, not letting him go or escaping.

I recited the Guanyin Heart Sutra for three days and three nights, just to influence him. In the end, he was fine, but the kid cried... Great monk, you are so awesome, can't we reincarnate? Zhao Deshui was next door at that time, and he was also fooled.

After going back and forth, I made friends with this old monk. After hearing this, Abbot Zecheng raised his eyebrows, meditated for a while, and said a Zen saying, which probably meant: Old monk, I am not in good health, I guess.

I have to burp tomorrow, and you came just in time. After I die, you can put my relics in the Guanyin statue in my meditation room and take it back, and suppress it on Xiuting's grave. This way you can restrain her resentment, but not your own.

Buddhism is limited, and this Guanyin statue also has a shelf life. What happens in the future depends on your luck.

Sure enough, the old monk Zecheng passed away the next day. Zhao Deshui followed his instructions and brought Zecheng's finger bone relics and the Guanyin statue to the funeral parlor, and did the same. The matter was relieved. But Zhao Deshui knew that this east-west cure

The first grade of junior high school was cured, but the fifteenth grade could not be cured.

Lao Zhao raised his eyes, looked at the teacup on the table, took a deep sip, then poured another cup, and drank it, feeling a little warmer in his heart and his complexion softened a lot.
Chapter completed!