[Journey to the West] Don't call me Wukong

I turned around, and sure enough there was a bald man standing behind him. He was slowly twisting the prayer beads in one hand, and holding a tin stick in the other, looking at the woman across from him with a sinking face.

"Why are you here?" Blood was stained on both of my hands, and I wanted to take out a veil to wipe it off, but when I lowered my head, I realized that I didn't have a veil at all.

The bald man noticed the way I tied my hands, smiled and put away the rosary, then turned his slender fingers over, took out his handkerchief from his bosom, and took my hand to wipe it gently without any explanation.

His movements were very light, and when he touched my hand, there would be that itchy feeling on his fingers, which made me feel uncomfortable all over.

I withdrew my hand and patted it, pretending to look away easily and said, "Where are Zhu Tou and Lao Sha, why are you the only one?"

In fact, in my heart, I still feel that the bald head doesn't trust me very much. I don't know if he has noticed this kind of temptation.

The bald man smiled, pointed at the woman on the ground, and said, "I feel that there is too much evil here, and I'm afraid that something will happen to you. You see, if you don't rush over here, you will be possessed by a monster."

I reached out and grabbed his collar, opened my mouth and spat, "Bah!"

The bald man wiped the saliva off his face, and still smiled at me: "Why don't you believe me?"

His tone was very calm, without any emotion.But I know that he should be unhappy at this meeting.

Don't ask me why, I don't know why, as if I was born to know the bald man's emotions, and I can detect his subtle emotional changes.

I shook my head: "Say it yourself, why did you control my body to beat her just now? Why didn't you do it yourself?"

The bald man smiled: "I'm a monk, how can I touch women casually."

Your uncle!I rolled my eyes, walked up to the woman, stretched out my hand and said, "Girl, I'm sorry."

The woman lowered her head and did not speak. I knelt down/body to look at her and speak, but I saw the mottled face on her face.

red marks.

I was startled and wanted to get up and back away, but in a hurry, my left foot tripped over my right foot, and I fell to the ground all of a sudden.

The woman raised her head and looked at me. On her originally fair face, there were pieces of red and white peeling off skin, and then I saw her stretch out her hand to me.

I looked at her numbly, and forgot to dodge, a soft voice rang in my ear: "When will we meet again, the sheng and the colorful luan under the moon."

I stared at her face, as if I was in a sea of ​​flowers, except for apricot blossoms, some were in full bloom, while others had withered.

I looked at those flowers, and my heart was full of melancholy.This is the case every year, year after year, flowers bloom and fall, people are alive, what is the reason?

The more I thought about it, the more sad I felt, and I couldn't help crying.

My cheeks were wet and cool, I raised my hand to wipe it, but when I looked down, my hands were covered with blood.

I was so frightened that I touched my face with both hands, but two round things fell into the palm of my hand—it turned out to be my eyeballs!

I stared at those two eyeballs, they were also looking at me, and then they spun around my palm a few times.

I wanted to throw it but didn't dare, and yelled in horror, but my throat seemed to be crushed so heavily that I couldn't make a sound.

Suddenly, a hand behind me patted my shoulder, I shook my hands, and my eyes finally fell to the ground, what should I do?Those are my eyes!

"Ah!" I yelled, and opened my eyes, only to find myself lying sideways, being held in the arms of the bald head.

I pushed him away abruptly, and stood up scrambling.

The bald man froze for a moment, and suddenly shot his eyes sharply behind me. He pushed me aside and poked the tin stick in front of him.

The bald man stared fixedly at the woman whose face was already blurred. With his expression, I guess this woman would not survive.

I opened my mouth, but didn't know whether to speak or not.

If she was a monster, I would definitely be able to find it, but this woman is clearly a person, except for the strange face.

I wanted to remind the bald man, but a bad taste suddenly arose in my heart—because I remembered the part about the bone spirit in the book.I don't know if the same thing happened to "Master", would he drive himself away because of killing?

The moment I was stunned, the bald head had already started. When he recited the formula, he was surrounded by golden light, and his expression was neither happy nor sad.

He just waved his hand so lightly, and the bodhi rosary beads on his wrist instantly dispersed into a circle and floated in the air in front of him. Each bead was more than twice as big and glowed with golden light.

"Om, well, what, bai, me, hum."

The six-character Daming Mantra was spit out from his mouth, each character became a "卍" character as soon as it was uttered, and then passed through the rosary, and suddenly magnified several times and hit the woman.

The woman looked at the bald head in a daze, and she didn't respond to the first "卍" character.

"Hey!" I couldn't help but say out loud, inexplicably, I just thought it would be troublesome for Baldhead to kill her.

But that character disappeared from her body, followed by the second character, the third character, and when the fourth "卍" character fell over, the character was already as tall as a person.

Seeing the woman motionless, the bald man snorted coldly, grabbed the tin staff, jumped up, and rushed straight towards her.

"No..." After the voice came out, I immediately covered my mouth and closed my eyes at the same time.

But still saw the blood splatter.

When I opened my eyes again, the woman disappeared.

There was only a bald man in front of me, holding a tin stick, twisting Buddhist beads in his hands, and silently chanting sutras with half-closed eyes.

"What do you read?" I asked.

"Ksitigarbha." He replied.

I sighed, and suddenly the bad taste came out again, and I said mockingly: "Now, you have broken the precept."