The strongest ghost-eating system of horror recovery

"Not good!" Wei Yuan was shocked, this person is not Liu Ming!

He wanted to get up, but he didn't have the strength to do so.

"Who are you!" Zhang Zhixi also sensed something was wrong, and looked at "Liu Ming" and said sharply.

"Liu Ming" looked at Zhang Zhixi, scanned everyone's face, then closed his eyes again, clasped his hands together, chanted another Buddha's name, and lay back.

"Amitabha…"

As he finished chanting this Buddhist name, the three of them noticed that the surrounding scenes began to change.

In the end, the laboratory full of technological sense turned into a lush forest, and they are now standing on a stone platform.

"This is..." Zhang Zhixi touched the railing beside him, only to find that his hands went straight through.

"Illusion?" Li Si couldn't help asking in surprise when he saw this scene.

Zhang Zhixi nodded, "I'll destroy a very low-level illusion at will."

As he was speaking, he wanted to wave his hand to disperse the illusion, but Wu Yuxian stopped him suddenly: "Wait a minute! Look!"

The other two looked down in the direction he pointed, and there was a clear stream below, beside which stood an old monk and a young monk in gray cassock.

The little monk is very cute, he looks only six or seven years old, and now he is carefully washing a small black stone with his own little hands, as if washing a piece of precious jade.

The old monk watched him wash with a smile, his eyes were full of kindness.

"Is this a memory illusion?"

Seeing this scene, Li Si thought while touching his chin.

"In other words, this is the memory of that person just now?" Wei Yuan asked while looking at the two people below.

"Hmm." Zhang Zhixi stepped forward, looked at the two people below and said, "This should be his childhood memory."

"Then that little monk is him. I didn't expect to be so cute when I was a child." Wu Yuxian's attention was attracted by the little monk, after all, he is the real master of this illusion.

"Master, this thing can't be cleaned at all. It's already black, and you still tell me to wash it white." At this time, the young monk below stopped what he was doing wrongly, and complained wrongly to the old monk holding up the stone. road.

Although there was some distance from him and the others, the voice was very clear. It seemed that the monk had specially shown it to him and the others.

"Jing Shi, do you know why he is black but I want you to wash it white?" The old monk smiled, stroking the young monk's bald head and said.

It turns out that this guy's Dharma name is Jing Shi, and it's really...simple and rude.

The corners of the mouths of the three of them twitched at the same time. No wonder this guy was washing stones. It turned out to be Jingshi.

"I don't know." The little monk Jingshi resisted his master's hand a little, it was covered with calluses, and touching his head was very uncomfortable.

"Look here." As he said that, the old monk took his hands off the head of the young monk, walked to the stream beside him, and picked up a stone.

The stone was covered with sand, and the old monk rubbed it slowly with his hand.

With his movements, the small stone gradually faded away from the sand, revealing the brownish-yellow body.

But the old monk did not stop the movement of his hand, but continued to rub it.

Under his fingers, white spots appeared on the small brownish-brown stones, and the white spots became bigger and bigger, and finally the whole small brownish-yellow stones turned into extremely smooth white stones.

"Wow, it's amazing!" The little monk on the side cried out in surprise as he watched this magic scene.

"Do you think I've washed it clean?" The old monk looked at him with a smile and asked.

"Yeah!" The little monk nodded. Doesn't it mean that it has been washed clean if it turns white?

But my master shook his head and threw the stone to the ground aside.

The stone fell to the ground, got a lot of dirt on it, and became dirty again.

"All food must be kept clean to keep itself clean. If I wash the stone every day instead of throwing it away randomly, then it will be cleaner for a while." The old monk pointed to the stone and said.

"I understand." The little monk scratched his head, "Do you mean that this black stone will remain black as long as I keep washing it?"

"Ahem." The old monk looked at the young monk and said helplessly, "I mean, I want you to persevere. It will turn white sooner or later. After it turns white, you need to continue cleaning, otherwise it will still not be white. The immersion of the years will make it black again, maybe it was originally white."

He looked at the small black stone in the hands of the little monk Jingshi, with the occasional luster flashing on it, and a look of nostalgia appeared on his face.

"Oh, but it will take a long time to wash." Jing Shi looked at the small stone in his hand with a bitter face.

"Maybe, it could be a day, it could be a year, it could be a lifetime, but as long as you persevere, you will succeed." The old monk touched his little bald head again.

"Okay, let's go back now, but from now on you have to wash for an hour every day, this is homework." The old monk took the hand of the young monk and walked towards Wei Yuan and the others.

The little monk nodded obediently, then stuffed the stone into his pocket, and followed the master up and down towards the temple.

Wei Yuan and others subconsciously turned their heads when they heard the words, and found that a small temple exuding a simple and simple atmosphere had appeared behind them at some time.

"It's kind of interesting." Zhang Zhixi watched the old monk lead the young monk into the temple, and followed him in. Wei Yuan tried to move, and found that he had the ability to move in this illusion, so he and Wu Yuxian also walked in.

When I walked in, I found that although the temple is small, it has all internal organs.

The temple is in the style of a courtyard house, and there is a small peach tree planted in the courtyard. The environment is summer, and the peach blossoms have not yet bloomed.

There is also a small vegetable field, where water spinach and peppers are planted.

The main hall is a place to worship the Buddha. There is only one Tathagata Buddha statue. It can be seen that the owner has cleaned it very clean, and there is no incense ash around the incense burner.

The room on the left is a small dining hall, which is actually a kitchen and a small room for eating.

The room on the right is a resting place, and there are also two rooms. It seems that this temple is a place for the two masters and apprentices to practice, and no one else comes here to worship Buddha.

Once entering the temple, the old monk went to the room on the left to light a fire for fasting, while the young monk ran to the main hall to burn incense and chant scriptures.

"It's good to live in seclusion in this place." Looking at the environment here, Li Si said with some longing.

"I'm afraid you will have trouble coming here to eat. This place should be far away from the market. I don't believe that an old man who likes to hide in a small room all day would go so far to buy things on purpose." Zhang Zhixi ruthlessly broke his fantasy.

Li Si glared at him, very dissatisfied that this guy keeps tearing him down.

At this moment, it was as if the fast-forward button had been pressed in the illusion, and the scene in front of him began to accelerate rapidly.

The young monk began to grow bigger and bigger, and the old monk began to grow older.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the stone in the little monk's hand. Although the little monk goes to the stream below to wash for an hour every day, it is still so black and bright.

At a certain point in time, the flow of time slowed down and returned to its original normal speed.

The three of them looked at the hut on the right. In the room, the old monk was lying on the hospital bed, while the young monk standing beside him had grown into a strong young man.

"Jing Shi..." The old monk's voice was weak, and he looked at Monk Jing Shi standing beside the bed with his muddy eyes.

"Master, what's the matter?" Monk Jingshi bent down and asked with concern. He knew in his heart that his master was going to die, but his master had taught him that life and death have their own destiny, and people will exist in another way after death. Should be sad.

"Take out your... stone... and show it to my teacher..." The old monk looked at him with kindness in his eyes, as if the young monk was still standing in front of him.

"Here, Master." Hearing this, Monk Jing Shi took out a red cloth bag from his arms, and opened it carefully, revealing the shiny black stone inside.

"Have you seen..." The old monk looked at the stone, a gleam of relief flashed in his eyes.

"See what?" Monk Jingshi asked.

"It's clean..." The old monk smiled, and with the strength he didn't know where, he reached out to pick up the stone, held it in his hand and began to rub it, just like the small stone rubbed by the stream back then.

The originally black and bright stone began to turn white, and finally turned into a smooth milky white stone, exuding a gentle light.

The old monk put it back into the cloth bag, handed it back to the monk Jingshi, and said: "One hour, don't forget..."

After finishing speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, his breath stopped for an instant, and there was only peace on his face.

"Master..." Monk Jingshi didn't shed tears, but calmly looked at the crystal white stone in his hand. He knew that Master was still there, but he just changed his way to accompany him.

He put the stone away, got up, picked up the lifeless old monk on the mattress, and walked outside.

The four of Wei Yuan watched as he hugged the monk and walked to the stone platform outside the courtyard.

There, there is a stele and a pothole that have already been erected.

Monk Jingshi slowly put the body of the old monk into the pit, and the white cassock was stained with some mud.

After placing the old monk's body, Jingshi picked up the shovel beside him and covered the old monk's body with loess one by one.

After burying it, he stretched out his finger, using his finger as a pen, and began to carve words on the stele.

He carves carefully, but not slowly.

Tiny stone grains continued to fall from the stele as he moved, and when he finished carving, he stood up.

There are a few clean and generous words engraved on the tablet: Tomb of Master Jingxin.

He respectfully knelt down towards the tombstone and kowtowed three times.

Then he got up and walked into the yard.

The original small peach tree has grown to the height of three people. From the peaches on it, it can be seen that the time in this memory is already late autumn.

Monk Jingshi took out a large black schoolbag from the room on the right. He picked the peaches off the tree one by one and put them into the bag.

Soon, the bag was full, but there were still more than half of the peaches on the tree, and the bag couldn't hold that much.

After thinking for a while, Jing Shi took up his bag and walked into the main hall, and put the peaches inside on the altar one by one.

Put your hands together and bow to the Tathagata Buddha statue.

"Please eat." Monk Jingshi looked up at the Tathagata statue, pointed at the peach and said, as if inviting an old friend to eat.

Then he picked up his bag again, went under the peach tree and started picking peaches.

Soon, the peaches were packed and the bag was just full.

Monk Jingshi glanced around, and then walked down the mountain without looking back, with firm steps, he was going to see the secular world that the master said, and... the hell in the evening story!
On this day, the yard lost two owners, and the peach tree lost its peaches.

But there was an extra grave in front of the courtyard, and there was an extra monk carrying a schoolbag full of peaches in the town far below the mountain.

Then it was like turning off the light, and the memory picture dimmed.

Fortunately, this darkness did not last long, and soon the picture brightened.

Wei Yuan found that the land in the memory picture became a little different, it became... darker.

He looked up, only to find that the sky had also changed color, as if it had been dyed with a layer of red dye, with a hint of red.

"This is..." Zhang Zhixi and Li Si looked at each other, they were too familiar with this place.

"Where is this place?" Wu Yuxian asked curiously.

"Hell." Zhang Zhixi let out a breath and said the answer.

Wu Yuxian raised his brows. He had heard of hell a long time ago, but he didn't expect it to look like this. He thought it was the kind of magma everywhere. Looking at it this way, except for the black spots on the ground and the red sky, it seems that there is no difference.

Oh, no, this place is much more desolate, there is not a single tree on the nearby land and mountains, only a blood-red flower.

"This is the Bana flower." Zhang Zhixi said, looking at the flowers on the ground.

Wei Yuan and Wu Yuxian immediately began to observe the Bianhua on the ground, they have seen it in novels, but they have not seen the real Bianhua in the underworld.

Bianhua is just like ordinary small wildflowers, except that it is a strange red color.

"Old man Li, what kind of place does this look like?"

Zhang Zhixi looked around and asked Li Si.

"Is this the one in Yanzhou City?" Li Si speculated, looking at the surrounding terrain.

"It's a bit similar, but there are not so many hills in Yanzhou City. There was a ghost riot just a year ago, and many hills were destroyed." Zhang Zhixi nodded in agreement.

Soon they seemed to have thought of something, and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

"What kind of Lei is the name of that monk who fell behind and died?" Zhang Zhixi didn't dare to answer.

"It should... be him." Li Si pointed behind Zhang Zhixi and said.

The four of them looked and saw a monk in a white cassock behind him walking towards him with one hand upright and even footsteps.

This is whoever the monk Jingshi is, but now he does not see the spirit before he went down the mountain, but a kind of peace that sees through the world.

"Clean stone!"

At this time, there was a roar from behind the four of them, accompanied by puffs of black mist.

Black mist began to emerge continuously all around, and these black mist surrounded Monk Jingshi in a white cassock.

The black mist began to dissipate, revealing ghosts with skinny faces.

At this time, hundreds of ghosts surrounded Jingshi.

Immediately afterwards, a huge ghost suddenly appeared from the ground in front of Jingshi, and Monk Jingshi was as big as an ant in front of him.