All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

It seems that when I go back, I really have to ask about "The Record of Life and Death" to see what characteristics his ability to awaken this time has.

At first he thought it was used for burning, but later found out that it was not.

Then after going around for a while, I found out...Is it really used for burning?

Does this ghost fire have other special abilities?

Yang Xuming was full of curiosity.

But no matter how curious, Yang Xuming had to retrieve his weapon immediately.

After taking a secret look outside, after confirming that everything outside the mourning hall was normal, Yang Xuming hurried out and picked up Frostmourne on the ground.

Then he ran back to the mourning hall again, only to breathe a sigh of relief.

"When did you say that the real ghost came out?"

Yang Xuming asked.

According to the old man, after killing this spider monster, the real ghost will come out.

They should be facing the real ghost in this Yegu Cave next.

Ying Sixue murmured, "I feel that these ghosts are becoming more and more like substitutes..."

Yang Xuming was taken aback for a moment, "Ah? What are you talking about?"

Ying Sixue opened her mouth and said, "I said..."

The girl's lips were squirming up and down.

However, Yang Xuming, who stood there dazed, looked shocked, because he didn't hear anything.

It seems that the girl did not speak at all.

But under the dim candlelight of the mourning hall, the girl was indeed speaking very seriously.

It's just that Yang Xuming can't hear her voice.

Or...he can't hear any sound at all?

Yang Xuming was a little surprised.

Immediately afterwards, he found that his vision began to become blurred.

Everything in front of me began to become chaotic.

The ceiling seemed to start shaking.

At the last moment, Yang Xuming vaguely heard Ying Sixue's horrified cry.

"Yang Xuming!"

Then, he didn't know anything...

dark.

The cold darkness drowned everything like a tide.

Yang Xuming lay quietly in the dark, as if returning to his mother's belly, as if he heard the shaking of amniotic fluid.

He was a little dazed, and a little sluggish.

However, the mood is strangely calm.

He seems to have forgotten everything, and he seems to remember everything.

But the heart doesn't care about anything.

The calm and empty mind seems to have detached from this world.

After staying in this weird state of nothingness and selflessness, Yang Xuming suddenly heard an old whisper.

"Yuan Jing... After becoming a teacher, this temple will be handed over to you."

Then, the darkness in front of Yang Xuming suddenly faded.

The world becomes bright again.

Yang Xuming stared blankly at everything in front of him, a little dazed.

He seemed to be standing in the perspective of a third person, witnessing the life of the monk with the legal name Yuan Jing.

It also seemed that he himself was Yuan Jing, and he personally experienced the suffering of that monk in his life.

"Master!"

As the young monk cried in grief, the elderly monk slowly closed his eyes.

Since then, only this young monk is left in this temple.

Whenever the silver moon hangs high and the four wilds are silent, the temples in the mountains seem to have been completely abandoned by the world, and can't feel the slightest popularity.

The young monk stubbornly sat in front of the Buddha, knocking on the wooden fish in the dark, and meditating on the Heart Sutra that Master had taught countless times.

The sound of scripture chanting, mixed with the sound of wooden fish, has been spreading far in the dark.

He can only practice himself in the dark.

Because after dawn, he has to carry a sickle, go to the mountain to cut logs, and then send the firewood to the nearest town before noon, in exchange for a meager banknote and replacement of salt and oil.

The small piece of land near the temple was opened by Master in the barren mountains and woods, and now a lot of corn has been planted.

In busy farming seasons, he also has to roll up his sleeves and go to work like the nearby villagers.

Behind the temple dedicated to the Buddha, he and his master surrounded a small vegetable plot to grow vegetables.

Now these are all left to him alone, and he has almost no time to recite the scriptures anymore.

Only when darkness fell, he could sit silently in front of the pitch-black Buddha and gently tap the wooden fish after he finished his day of farm work.

The sound of the wooden fish beating is clear and distant.

Gradually, the monks got older and older.

His face began to grow a beard.

His body is getting older and older.

But he still lives in this small remote temple, silently practicing his body and worshipping the Buddha.

Villagers may come over during the holidays.

However, there is not too strong Buddhist beliefs in Guizhou. Most people are more willing to believe in some folk damp maidens and Mai Xiangshi.

Buddhism and monks are the least valued here.

But fortunately, the monk knows a little bit of herbal medicine, and nearby villagers will come to him for help when they encounter intractable diseases.

He saves people by applying medicine and can get a little reward.

This dilapidated little temple just stumbled and maintained it.

It's just that the walls of the temple are getting older and older, and the wall covering has completely fallen off.

Many weeds have even grown on the eaves of the temple where the Buddha is enshrined.

The monk planned to remove the weeds.

This took him a lot of time.

Day after day in the darkness, the monks gradually became accustomed to the darkness and loneliness.

He firmly believed in the words of the master.

When the master saw him, he said that he has a root of wisdom and might be able to cultivate a righteous fruit.

He was praised for the first time since he was not taken seriously since he was a child and was always bullied by his elder brother.

He seemed to be possessed by a demon, and he must abandon everything and follow his master to practice in the mountains anyway.

He has not been home for many years.

Except when his parents died, he went home to do rituals for them, other than that, he had no contact with his family.

It's just that I heard that my elder brother is as aggressive and aggressive as ever and fell into the grass near his hometown.

This is normal.

In the rural areas of Guizhou at that time, traffic was blocked, the economy was backward, and bandits were rampant in many mountains and forests.

His elder brother is just one of them.

The monk occasionally tried to persuade his elder brother, but he gave up every time.

Even if he could persuade his brother to put down the butcher knife, wouldn't the other bandits still run rampant?

The monk gave up such thoughts and continued to focus on practicing the body.

He obeyed the master's instructions, firmly believed that he could cultivate a righteous fruit, and firmly believed that he could maintain this temple well.

It's just that as time goes on, he gets older and older.

He felt as if he was not far from the Buddha.

But after his death, can he really be reborn in bliss?

Occasionally, he would have such suspicions in his heart.

But soon, this suspicion was quickly left behind by him.

He will recite the Heart Sutra more seriously and worship the Buddha more deeply.

He knows that he works very hard, also very hard, and extremely religious.

A pious disciple like him, the Buddha will not abandon him.

He has always believed in this, and never doubted.