It's Liao Zhai, not Cthulhu

The aquatic plants at the bottom of the pool drifted and swayed with the undercurrent in the lake, there was a pile of fallen rocks at the bottom of the lake, and there were some sunken bones, but there were other things at the bottom of the water.

The first thing that catches the eye is a dilapidated stone statue. The stone statue has a human-like appearance and simple facial features, but it can be seen that it is a statue of a Bodhisattva. Around the statue of the Bodhisattva, there is a calm shriveled corpses.

Those shriveled corpses were protected by a thin egg-shaped membrane from the appearance of giants, and they sank to the bottom of the lake, surrounding the dilapidated stone statue,

Like believers worshiping a Bodhisattva, the shriveled corpses bowed their heads one after another, and the undercurrent in the water rose and fell. In Qin Yuelou's eyes, those corpses seemed to be kneeling down to the stone statue.

In a trance, the painter seems to have seen...

The stone statue opened its closed eyes and smiled at him.

With a smile, she is full of charms, just like the women in the pavilion.

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Although standing at the bottom of the water, Qin Yuelou didn't suffocate, after all his body was no longer human.

Ordinary people have body temperature, heartbeat and breath, but Qin Yuelou has no breath or heartbeat. This is because his body is full of spiritual puzzles. The spiritual puzzles gradually transformed him into a ghost, but the only part left is indeed a human.

Even the blood vessels were gradually eroded to the point where there was very little left.

But all of this is in Qin Yuelou's plan.

"Xiaoxiaoxiao, why are you laughing at your mother?" Qin Yuelou rewarded the stone statue Bodhisattva with a few big beep pockets, "Cry for me!"

The stone-carved Bodhisattva's smile remained undiminished, but it stayed on that blurred face.

If you are not a bodhisattva, you are actually a ghost. Ghosts in this world are immortal and immortal.

In this world, there is no Taoism, immortality, or Buddhist thaumaturgy.

Only ghosts can deal with ghosts.

The Stone Bodhisattva's own abilities cannot affect Qin Yuelou, so he has some guesses about Qin Yuelou's identity.

The "person" in front of him should be a ghost but not a human being. Perhaps a ghost or an evil ghost is nothing more than pretending to be a human being.

"Everyone is the same, why do you beat and scold me?" The stone bodhisattva gradually became clear, but the collarbone was clear and beautiful, as if part of a high-definition picture appeared in the blurred color blocks or pixels.

This is the difference between 480P and Blu-ray 1080P.

Qin Yuelou didn't answer, but just copied the memory of the stone-carved Bodhisattva with the supernatural jigsaw puzzle in his body, leaving the memory of the ghost at the moment, and only looked at the memory of the living person who still maintained the "life" posture.

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In the boundary of Yanzhou, there used to be a talented woman whose real name was not known to many people, but she called herself Ma Langfu. Over time, the famous name of "Ma Langfu" spread throughout Yanzhou.

The reason why this famous name spread is not because Mrs. Ma Lang came from a scholarly family, nor is she a talented woman, but the source of her family's severance of ties with her.

Ma Langfu is indeed a talented woman. At a young age, she left 49 extremely talented poems. Even a great poet must praise the good poems when she hears it.

Although talented, Ma Langfu is also an extremely "bold and unrestrained" woman.

She is indeed quite beautiful, she is young, and often travels alone in the city, and the young men nearby see her beautiful, and they all scramble to talk to her and make out with her like a disciple, she is not annoyed, just choked back,

But after choking, she will also choose a few men or a single man to go to Wushan Yunyufei's fish and water joy together with her.

Later, a few dandies asked her to sleep with her, and this woman never refused. After the news spread, all the men nearby basically had affairs with her.

When the news spread, Mrs. Ma's father couldn't afford to lose this person, so he severed the father-daughter relationship with Mrs. Ma. With no source of income, Mrs. Ma also became a nun, but she practiced as a nun.

In this way, more people came, and the female Nima Lang women did not refuse at all. Instead, they stayed with men by studying poetry and prose. .

The old nun in the nunnery naturally turned a blind eye. After all, when these dignitaries and literati come, they will leave a lot of money for sesame oil. Although the old nun doesn't like money, she also has to support other nuns. However, the golden body in the nunnery needs to be sculpted and refurbished, and firewood, rice, oil and salt need to be purchased, so she can only turn a blind eye.

But this matter was too extreme. Although Lao Ni turned a blind eye to it, Mrs. Ma Lang made it worse.

When the nun next to her is chanting sutras, the nun will chant sutras together with the resident man who has not yet left, except that she uses her own head as a wooden fish, and the resident man uses a large or small non-wooden stick as a "baby". Knock "wooden fish".

Knocking on the wooden fish, nuns chanting scriptures, men calling out sins and sins, all kinds of chaotic things will not be repeated.

She is like a bodhisattva leaning on the gate of the nunnery, sending away one after another "guests", but she is extremely holy.

Until a traveling monk came to live in the nunnery, and the traveling monk could not find a temple to list, so he had to stay overnight in the nunnery.

It's just that the monk covered his face with a veil, which aroused the idea of ​​the nun, so the nun went to the room of the monk with an oil lamp in the middle of the night, and the monk was strictly observing the precepts and chanting Buddha.

The nun started chatting with the monk. The monk was amazed by the nun's talent, and the nun was also a little fond of the monk's conversation.

The nun took this opportunity to ask for a glimpse of the monk's face. The monk did not refuse, but took off the veil after a moment of embarrassment, revealing a ferocious face that had healed after being licked by the tongue of fire.

Mrs. Ma Lang asked, "Does it hurt?"

The monk replied: "It doesn't hurt. I burned it myself. Before I burned it, I abided by the precepts, but from little girls to mature married women, and even old women who have withered, all women who see me like me will treat me with respect." Fascinated, I still couldn't overcome the entanglement of lust, so I sat quietly and went on a hunger strike to practice Zen, and then I realized that as long as I burn this face, no woman will be fascinated by me anymore, but I was wrong."

Ma Langfu asked the monk curiously, "What's wrong?"

The walking monk smiled wryly and said: "It's not because other women are fascinated by me that I can't overcome it. After all, I can't overcome it. Although I am determined to devote my life to Buddhism, I can't pass the barrier of lust, so I travel around the world as a walking monk." Looking for a way to restrain myself, I encountered ghosts several times, but fortunately, with the blessing of Bodhisattva Buddha, those ghosts did not harm me, but even though there was a great horror between life and death, they never enlightened me. On the contrary, it was even more difficult to overcome. After the horror, the desire for lust is even more difficult to subdue."

After Ma Langfu listened, she pondered for a moment and then asked: "... Then, do you want to think about it now?"

The traveling monk's Adam's apple twitched, and the monk nodded without lying.

Then Ma Langfu looked at the face of the traveling monk: "Maybe you are the Buddha who came to cross me."

"The little monk is not a Buddha, but the little monk is willing to save you."

"Then are you willing to spend this spring night with me?"

"...Little Monk, I can't cross you."

"If you can't cross me, then don't cross it. If you can't cross it, but leave me in the sea of ​​suffering, suffering from the five turbidities, sinking into love, desire, hatred, greed, hatred and ignorance, then it's better not to cross it."

One night later, the traveling monk and Ma Lang's wife left the room one after the other. No one knew whether they were talking about Buddhist literature or doing something else.

It's just that when the nun said goodbye to the monk, she met a ghost. The ghost said that he wanted to eat monk's meat, and the monk willingly sacrificed himself to save the nun's life.

It's just that the ghost made fun of it after it finished speaking, saying that as long as it played a good show of breaking the precepts in front of it, it would leave.

Afterwards, the ghost left, leaving behind the monk who was disemboweled and the nun intact.

It's just that the walking monk who was disemboweled and disemboweled didn't die, he just closed his flesh and clothes, laughed that he realized it, and then walked away.

After returning to the nunnery, Mrs. Ma Lang seemed to be a different person. She devoted herself to studying the Buddhist scriptures.

It's just that Ma Lang's wife at that time was not satisfied with these dignitaries and literati, she would go to beggars' dens and slums. As for what to do, it was self-evident.

But later, a beggar sneaked into the nunnery and killed the nun because he was angry that Ma Lang's wife had passed on his dirty disease.

Those who had been happy with her were heartbroken, so they pooled money to make a coffin for her and made paper bundles. Those dignitaries and literati came very few, and everyone planned to work together to bury her, but this woman had no home, because she had already After severing the relationship, she couldn't enter the genealogy, let alone the ancestral hall, so the group planned to find a random place in the mountains to bury her.

At that time, the Thousand Buddha Temple had not yet been built, but an old monk and a young monk passed by here, and when they saw the coffin, they worshiped devoutly.

Everyone wondered why the old monk saluted like this, so they asked.

But the little monk replied: "Unknown to Tanyue, Si is a great sage, merciful, willing to give up, and worldly desires are all swayed. This is the clavicle Bodhisattva. The fate has been exhausted, and the saint has no ears. If you don't believe it, enlighten it. "

Everyone immediately opened the tomb and looked at the bones all over the body. The hooks and knots were all like locks, just like what the monk said.

Clavicle Bodhisattva, donating in the flesh, using color to stop sex, and using desire to stop desire, no matter whether it is a dignitary, a dignitary, a scholar, or a common people, beggars and poor people, they are all treated equally. It is not desire, but a heart of great compassion.

In fact, in Buddhist philosophy, there are concepts of self-identity, no-person, sentient beings, and lifeless. The abstraction and summary are mere skins, which are treated as shoes. As long as the truth is still there, the skin will be dirty again What's the matter?

The so-called emptiness of all dharmas does not arise or perish, is neither dirty nor clean, does not increase or decrease, and the skin is just a skin after all. The clavicle Bodhisattva uses the skin to transform the world with compassion. Isn't it also agreed that form is emptiness, and emptiness is form?

It's as if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell.

This is what Mrs. Ma Lang realized. Although she gave alms in the flesh before she realized it, it came from her heart, not from emotion. It's just that her helping others were interpreted as indiscretion and indiscretion by others. She doesn't obey women's morals, but who knows that Ma Lang's wife is just helping others without selfishness?

And who knows what Ma Langfu said to the monk who sacrificed his life?

"It's fine if you wish to cross me, but unfortunately, you are not a real Buddha, after all, I have to cross by myself."

Mrs. Ma Lang knew that her compassion was regarded by others as nightly singing and wantonness, but she couldn't explain it, because her compassion was contrary to worldly morality, and no matter how she explained it, she couldn't get rid of it, so she also hoped that someone would rescue her.

It's just that the pilgrim is not a real Buddha after all, and the pilgrim has become a ghost.

Ma Langfu also became a ghost, and became this clavicle Bodhisattva.

The bones and body were brought back by the old monk and the young monk, and they were molded into stone bodhisattvas and enshrined in the small temple.

Then Qianfo Temple was reborn from a small temple, and the stone-bodied Bodhisattva was thrown out of the temple by the young monk who became an old monk, and sank into the pool, still smiling to himself.

After all, the young monk who has become an old monk firmly believes that the pure place of Buddhism can accommodate such a side-door Bodhisattva?

The Bodhisattva is smiling, but not many people can live to see it.

So the Bodhisattva smiled and only seduced innocent people in the pool.

Not many people can go back alive after seeing it.

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After reading the memory of Clavicle Bodhisattva, Qin Yuelou sighed. He should also know the cause and effect of the incident.

"You are not actually a 'clavicle Bodhisattva' from the beginning. "

"What do you mean?" Clavicle Bodhisattva asked Qin Yuelou.

"Because you have a jigsaw puzzle in your body, everyone who has sex with you will turn into a ghost after death, and those who go to Wushan with you will become more attractive to ghosts, although the jigsaw puzzle is not destroyed. Your body, however, did not bring more benefits to your body, but eroded your spirit and rotted your soul,

Actually, I don't advocate this kind of promiscuous friendship, but your great love is really boundless, and I don't know what to say for a while. "

"But even if there are ghosts in my body, so what? When I was still alive, didn't I give to those who couldn't ask for it with a heart of compassion?"

"But you're dead? Those who can't desire are dead in the water."

"It's just a stinky skin, not to mention sinking into the water, won't it also be exhausted by the sea of ​​desire I have transformed in this life?"

"The exhaustion of the sea of ​​desire does not mean that you have to die." Qin Yuelou sighed.

After changing hands, the ghost puzzle of Clavicle Bodhisattva was extracted and transformed into a supernatural puzzle.

"This jigsaw puzzle should be improved." Qin Yuelou put away the jigsaw puzzle and left.

Qin Yuelou scratched his head, and did not comment well on this matter.

"Although it is said that men and women have great desires for food and drink, but this... I really don't understand it, but I was shocked."

Human beings exist in the world, love and hate toss and roll, five turbid worlds, love, desire, hate, greed, ignorance and anger... This world is a sea of ​​bitterness after all, not to mention ghosts and ghosts everywhere, and the people are in dire straits.

The ghosts in this world are real.

At the same time, it really exists in people's hearts.

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Qin Yuelou jumped up from the water, but her whole body was dry, without any trace of water. After landing on the shore, she continued to walk along the steps towards the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

Although there is still some distance to the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, the outline of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda is also looming in the mist, and bursts of orchid fragrance are also floating out of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda. It seems that there are a thousand different voices in the mountains It reverberated faintly, and these voices were all chanting the contents of the Buddhist scriptures in unison.

"Relic, emptiness is not different from form, form is not different from emptiness..." There are a thousand different voices, both young and old, and also men and women.

Are there a thousand Buddhas in this Thousand Buddha Pagoda?This is a problem, but Qin Yuelou prefers that there are a thousand ghosts in the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

Qin Yuelou listened intently and stopped for a moment. There was a faint riot in his body, which could not be suppressed easily.

But Qin Yuelou didn't care, and just let the spiritual jigsaw puzzles in his body compete and suppress each other.

"The fog is getting thicker." He muttered to himself.

Indeed, as the sound of Buddhist scriptures chanting became clearer and louder, the mist in the mountain became more and more pervasive, as if there were many ghosts wandering in the mist.

From time to time, there were giggling and laughing voices, but these laughing voices were not human voices, and the ending was upturned and slender and sharp, which made me feel uncomfortable when I heard them.

Qin Yuelou glanced at it, and before the psychic jigsaw puzzle riot in his body subsided, he spit out part of it from his throat.

Several deformed organs are the original shape of the supernatural puzzle, but they were melted into a pen by Qin Yuelou's random fingers.

The body of the pen seems to be a skeleton, but it is a torso skeleton. The thick and long spine forms the pen holder, and the hollow ribs wrap a heart that is constantly beating and "furry" like a coconut, and a skull is connected to the cervical spine. The tip of the pen is like the hair of this skull, the blood red is bright, and the rich bright red seems to be about to drip out.

The bone pen was held by Qin Yuelou, and he waved it at will, drawing two celestial bodies in the air.

A black sun, a shadow moon, the sun and the moon harmonize to become bright, but the concept of "brightness" is born from bursts of continuous black light like ripples.

Black rays of light, or black gaseous flames, cleared the mist in the mountains and expanded towards the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

Like the fierce and elite soldiers who broke through the city and drove straight in, they were unmatched, covering the entire mountain peak like a tide, and then also covered the entire Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

Qin Yuelou held a pen in his hand, but he stopped splashing ink.

The next moment, a Buddha's name was uttered, and those "black" were dispelled.

The mountain also returned to the usual scene, but it also became clearer.

It seems to break the illusion and replace it with the original appearance,

Qin Yuelou was still in the Thousand Buddhas Temple, what happened just now was like a dream in just a short moment.