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"Have they...been released now?" I asked in a daze.

"Yes." The monk lowered his hand.

There were footsteps inside the villa.

"So, the Buddha statue..." I looked at the hill.

In the dark night, the outline of the mountain looked like some kind of monster dormant in the night.

"Not everyone is moved by my words." The monk replied calmly, "Not everyone can persist for hundreds of years without changing their ambition, original intention, or original intention. Only one persists. Now, that one must have realized that they have made a mistake. It is a pity that they have chosen the wrong path and will never become a Buddha."

The monk's tone was filled with real pity, and his face was that of a Bodhisattva with a kind face.

The door of the villa opened and the lights came on.

The light came out from inside the room and from behind the person, making it difficult to see the person's face clearly.

The monk clasped his hands together, but before he could speak, the man knelt down with a plop.

"Master! Master, please save me!"

He kowtowed loudly, with tears and runny nose, and blood dripping from his forehead.

Suddenly I could see clearly. There were lights on the front yard and the iron gate at the door, illuminating the man's figure.

This is probably some kind of sensor light. But the monk had been standing here for so long, and none of the sensor lights had turned on. Now they all lit up at once, which made people feel weird.

The movement inside the villa became even louder.

I had only heard muffled cries before, but now I heard loud cries. The children cried the loudest, calling for their parents.

The man's face became even paler, and he almost crawled to get out of the entrance of the house.

The monk shouted the Buddha's name, as if he had no idea what was happening here, "Donor, may I ask what happened here?"

"It's haunted!"

The person who screamed was not this man, but the people in the villa.

Soon, several more people ran out pissing themselves, and some yelled loudly.

The people who ran out also saw the monk and hesitated in their steps.

Someone's eyes fell on the monk's clothes.

The monk has a shiny bald head, and his face looks... very similar to that of a monk, but he is wearing sportswear, which makes people suspicious.

The man kneeling on the ground seemed to be more awake. He also looked at the monk's sportswear and became hesitant.

What a mess they were.

I have no intention of watching this kind of excitement.

The negative energy in the villa seemed to have disappeared.

The yin energy in the entire city is gathering towards the hill where the grotto is located.

This doesn't look like a good thing at all.

Could it be that the souls of the remaining monks in the grotto have become corrupted and turned into ghosts? Are you ready to absorb the ghosts of the entire city to strengthen yourself?

My first reaction was this, which was a bit unbelievable. I have a good impression of the Buddha statues in the caves and the monks who sacrificed their lives many years ago. They are good, kind, and perhaps great people. However, they fundamentally made a mistake, and their good intentions turned into "evil deeds."

I was in a daze.

Suddenly I realized that the possibility I just thought of felt a bit like déjà vu, and seemed to be a scene from a certain movie.

Even if some of those monks discovered their mistake, they shouldn't turn into ghosts immediately, right? Even if he turned into a ghost, he shouldn't immediately start such a big battle, right?

"Is it your fault?!"

A loud shout drew my attention back.

The person who shouted this was an old man. He looks quite young, but he is full of energy. Now his face is flushed with anger. He is being supported by some juniors. He seems to want to rush forward and wave his cane to the monk.

The monk said calmly: "Why did the donor say this? The sins committed by your ancestors are now coming for the creditor. What does it have to do with the poor monk?"

I didn’t just look sideways.

The old man was still getting angry, and someone yelled next to him.

"I knew it! I knew it was you who did it! You guys named Yang are nothing! You set fire to our house!"

The person making such a fuss is a small woman.

A man next to her waved her hand and slapped him to the ground.

The woman hugged a little boy who was crying loudly, and she also started crying.

"Yang Zhong, how dare you hit me! You guys named Yang are all beasts! Auntie, auntie, don't look for me! I am your grandniece! I was abducted by the Yang family ah!"

"Don't you fucking fart! You thought of a way to marry me because of the money I can get! My aunt, is she your aunt? You don't know the seniority, why are you pretending to be a family? You are just a wild person. Damn it, your mother was just a mistress who stole someone’s husband! When Shao Xiu died, your mother was still kept outside! The woman who finally changed Shao Xiu’s clothes was the one who was forced to leave!” the man yelled angrily.

"No! No!" The woman was flustered and frightened.

The bloody information revealed in this short paragraph is really speechless.

The Yang family seemed to be forced into desperation. I don't know what that Shao Xiu did. The Yang family is now in complete chaos, with constant quarrels and abuse.

The monk was expressionless and sighed almost inaudibly.

The Yang family seemed to have forgotten his existence and only knew how to blame each other.

People who witnessed everything that happened and may even be involved in the whole thing are still alive. The truth has not sunk into the long river of history.

I saw several older people with different expressions.

Some cried bitterly, some knelt down and begged for mercy, and some were furious.

For a moment, I seemed to see a variety of human beings.

Xiaoshan's Yin Qi fluctuated at this time.

I heard "Amitabha" with a mournful cry.

Then, there was the sound of something breaking, but it was different from what I heard before. It was the sound of broken stone.

As if following this sound, the monster in the night lay down.

My heart skipped a beat and I couldn't help but hold my breath.

The mountain... collapsed...

There was no loud noise, no earth-shattering movement, it was just that the mountain suddenly became lower.

I could faintly feel the yin energy overflowing from the mountains. It was as if the ghosts that had gathered in the past were scattered again.

"They...killed the monk?" I murmured.

"Of course. This is a revenge to vent one's anger." The monk said lightly.

Someone from the Yang family jumped up immediately when they heard the monk's answer to me.

"Sure enough, it was you who did it! You're the fake monk—"

The man's words stopped abruptly.

He seemed to have seen something terrifying and stepped back.

Ta da...ta da da...

Tick ​​tock—tick tock…

I felt the yin energy behind me, turned my head, and saw the woman who was dripping wet.

She had her hair down and it was dripping with water. Her wet hair covered her face. The water droplets were black, but upon closer inspection, I realized they were actually dark red. The red color was so intense that it turned black.

With every step she took, a large amount of water would fall from her body and form a puddle on the ground.

The monk did not look back. The Yang family members standing in front of the monk were frightened and screamed like crazy, trying to retreat into the house.

Someone let out a sharp scream.

It's not that I reacted slowly, but I saw something else.

I saw it too.

A man dressed as a tea farmer stood at the door of the villa, blocking the way of the Yang family.

The man's hands hung down by his side, like a piece of decoration, his chest was abnormally sunken, and blood was spitting out of his mouth.

"Yang... Yousheng..." The man shouted a name while spitting blood.

I saw the old man on crutches lose his previous rage and collapsed to the ground.