Eighty bowl of soup (nine)

After she woke up, the monk said that she couldn't get rid of her obsession.

But how to eliminate it? Her parents witnessed her death twice, and she trusted and loved villagers to sink her twice. Her love for the world and the village has been wiped out. How can she eliminate her obsession?

Everyone said that the reason why she was sunk during her lifetime was because she was misbehaving and committed adultery with others. She didn't have any in her dream, and they still wanted to kill her. Why is that?

How has there ever been fairness in this world?

Therefore, she has now turned into a ghost and she does not regret it.

But the monk insisted on saving her. Is it better to be a human being than to be a ghost?

As long as people outside don’t want to come in, she won’t take the initiative to eat people. Isn’t this enough?

Qinghuan snuggled with the little wolf, and there was a cold pool in the middle of the peach forest. This was where she was sunk during her lifetime. Her corpse was still lying at the bottom of the pond, accompanied by mud and sand. Hundreds of years ago, a pool of rotten meat came up from the bottom of the pond. Even if it transformed into a beautiful appearance and charming fragrance, it could not change the scent of death and rottenness.

Yes, she still had a strange fragrance, but this fragrance contained the rotten smell of death. Therefore, it was called the fragrance of corpse and bones.

The little wolf rubbed her arm affectionately, and Qinghuan hugged its big furry head and kissed her. It was all with her for years and she never left her. You see, it was so scary, and beasts value friendship more than humans. It took her a long time to figure this out-and it was too late to understand.

The next day, the monk was cooking tea under the tree again. No matter how simple the illusion was, his movements looked very pleasing to the eye. Qinghuan was still lying on the tree and watching him. She couldn't drive this person away, and this person wouldn't kill her. There was a strange sense of harmony between the two. The little wolf lay under the tree, waving his tail, and the nose was full of tea fragrance.

"Do you want to drink?"

Qinghuan said: "I have to dream after drinking your tea. I don't want to do it again. It's enough to die once. You made me die again. Are you going to come for the third time now?"

The monk chuckled. He always looked gentle on weekdays. Such a smile was rare. He had been in this peach forest for six or seven years. Because he did not force her, he spent a lot of time to make her nod and drink tea. She had been doing this dream for two years, and I think she was really afraid of his tea. "I won't dream after drinking this tea. I promise you."

"I won't coax me, are you?"

"Mencius does not lie."

Qinghuan then floated down the tree and took a sip of the tea bowl. She thought to herself that the monk was holding a donkey when he came. There was a bulging package on the donkey's back. She thought that this person would not be here for a trip, but who knew that the tea inside was filled with tea sets. It was not exquisite, and the tea might not be very expensive. But the tea made from the cooked tea has more emotions and desires and a variety of flavors in life. When you drink it, different people can taste different flavors.

It has been seven years since he had not eaten. With such a deep cultivation, Qinghuan dared not test the monk's ability too much. She didn't know where this person came from. She couldn't feel how strong his power was, nor could shed light on the other party's thoughts and thoughts. In this case, there was only one possibility, he was much stronger than her.

However, the monk had never been rude to her, so Qinghuan didn't care much. She even thought it would be nice to have a companion, and there were people who could play with the little wolf. I just didn't know if the monk was willing to stay, there was nothing in the peach forest.

After drinking tea for a while, the little wolf immediately stood up, and Qinghuan's eyes lit up. The monk looked at them almost ridiculously, knowing that what they were thinking was nothing more than - something to eat again.

But if he was there, he would not let them eat people, not to mention that the peach trees in the peach forest were constantly changing and could not find a way in. Therefore, he was not very worried and still cooked tea.

However, this time the people came out of their expectations. Several monks who looked very old and looked white, all their beards were white. The first thing they did when they saw the monk was to fold their hands together and kneel down and salute: "I have met Master."

Master?

Qinghuan looked at the monk, and the monk narrowed his eyes slightly. He seemed to be unable to remember. The old monks looked at each other and asked carefully: "Master, don't you remember anything?"

One of them took out a string of very worn Buddhist beads from his arms and held them in his hands: "This is the Buddhist beads that the master carried with him during his lifetime. He had been buried in Leiyin Temple with the relics he turned into. But for some reason, the Buddhist beads suddenly appeared on the desk worshipped in the temple. We were ordered by the abbot of all generations to carry Buddhist beads all over the world to find the soul of the master. Now that we can meet with the master, we are really lucky in three lives."

Only then did Qinghuan understand why the monk could not eat for so long, and why he was so powerful and unfathomable. Because he was not a living person, he was a ghost like her. From the words of the old monks, he could find that he should have been a monk during his lifetime, but he still could not let go of this world after his death, and turned into a soul body to cross the evil ghosts and escaped from the sea of ​​suffering and was reincarnated as a human being.

"The master died for the rocks of the people. People in the world deeply felt the kindness of the master. The past abbots also ordered us to travel around the world and study hard to find people. Now we have found the master with the sense of Buddhist beads. We hope that the master will return to Leiyin Temple and achieve the right result."

He had already achieved the right result, but he could not let go of the soul that was confused and depraved at this time, so he still couldn't linger.

He said he wanted to save people, but forgot to save himself.

Qinghuan looked at the old monks in front of her and felt it was a bit annoying. The little wolf rubbed around her and hid at the moment the monks appeared. Therefore, the other party had never seen her. She didn't like to see living people, especially living people who could not eat.

Although many people have eaten in the past few hundred years, they are not good. At first glance, these old monks have been devoted to the Buddha's life. If she eats them, they will be retribution. She still wants to be in this peach woods for hundreds of years. But... God really favors human beings. She has practiced for hundreds of years, but she is no match for the decades that these monks practiced when they were alive. Evil ghosts are evil demons and heretics, and monks are all right paths, which is really sad.

She accidentally made a sound, and was noticed by an old monk: "I have ghost energy!"

Qing Huan was shocked and quickly avoided a Buddhist bead that was galloping over, landed behind the monk before stopping. He pointed at the old monk who hurt him in anger and complained: "Look at him, I did nothing, but he wants to kill me!"

"Corrupt!" the old monk shouted angrily, "You eat countless people, and today is the time for me to practice the way for heaven!"

When they passed by here, they heard that the Taolin was haunted, so they thought to take a look. Unexpectedly, the closer they got to the Taolin, the stronger the Buddhist beads' reaction. When they came in, they found that the master's soul was actually here! It was really surprising.

The old monks quickly surrounded Qinghuan in the center. They had no compassion for ghosts. The Buddha even used killing as a crossing, let alone them. When Qinghuan saw the old monk in front of him attacking him, he quickly avoided him. But what surprised her was that the old monks did not want to continue to catch her, but rushed towards the monk!

The monk held the string of Buddhist beads and didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't pay attention. She was shocked. Before her brain could react, her body had already rushed over and happened to block in front of the monk.

How capable are the old monks? The Buddha light defeats the evil ghosts. Qinghuan immediately becomes thin and transparent, and it looks like it is about to dissipate immediately. She lowered her head and gasped gently, complaining to the monk: "It's really... I've known you for how long, how could I have been for you..."

The monk was just lost in his mind for a moment. How could the old monks be his opponent? He was immediately rolled up by his monk's robes. He bent down to hug Qinghuan, looking dazed. Qinghuan laughed and said, "I heard that after a monk sat in the world, if his soul did not wander around in the world and eat his soul, he could live forever. These old monks... look at them all seventy-eighty and eighty-year-olds and wandered hard for many years, who would not be afraid of death?"

She smiled again and said to him, "Monk, the heart of a living person is much scarier than that of an evil ghost. Even an evil ghost can save your life for a bowl of tea, but your disciples want you to be destroyed. Do you understand why I have been resentful for hundreds of years?"

After the villagers died, they could still be reincarnated as human beings. They just lost the life of their lives, but she was imprisoned here by obsession and could not leave.

Living people are more terrible than dead people, isn’t it?

The monk touched Qinghuan's face. He always looked peaceful, but now his eyes were fluctuating. He hugged the evil ghost he wanted to transform, and he couldn't speak for a moment.

"You don't understand..." Qinghuan murmured, "You don't understand..."

The monk is a monk. He practices all his life and his heart is as calm as water. He does not understand her suffering or her despair. He wants to save her and give her a bowl of tea that can dream, but what's the use? That's her life.

"Monk... keep living, go find more ghosts like me... Save them..." She said softly, turning her head to look at the little wolf. The little wolf whimpered constantly, with tears in her eyes. "Take good care of my little wolf. I couldn't bear it before my lifetime, and now I can't protect it anymore. You have to make it... eat more, don't be like me, always make him hungry... If you don't eat human flesh, you can eat vegetarian food..."

She looked at the bloody peach forest with nostalgia again, slowly turning into nothingness in the monk's arms.

In an instant, the peach forest faded away, revealing the spots of white bones and mud, the cold pond water dissipated, and a corpse lay at the bottom of the water.

How could the monk understand her obsession?

It's not just a vain death before life.

Her obsession was that after her death, her soul went to the distance, found her beloved, and was full of joy, and she just wanted to see him again, so she left, forgetting all the pain in her life, even if she could not talk to him, as long as she saw him, she was happy and peaceful.

The soul is floating, not knowing where to go, and follows the wind, walking anywhere.

It's just that when I found it, many years have passed.

He was indeed in a high position and achieved success.

It's late at night.

He has fallen asleep.

A happy and happy expression.
Chapter completed!