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"Impossible, we went..."

Ji Mo muttered something in a low voice, and Guangji said "Amitabha". After thanking the old lady for her kindness, he shared the millet porridge with Ji Mo, cleaned himself up, found two possible rich families, and once again After begging for some fast food, Guangji will take Ji Mo for another walk up the mountain after he is full.

"Master isn't afraid?"

Ji Mo was curious. According to his general knowledge, there should be no ghosts in the first-order world, and ghosts should be counted as energy bodies. The existence of such energy bodies must be higher than the third-order world.

However, not necessarily, just look at other first-order worlds, each with its own characteristics, such as the world of the swordsmith, where the swordsmith can even become a noble family. It can be seen that there are many differences between the world and the world.

And the world's main skills selected by the system are the strongest in this world, which means that if the world's Buddhism is the strongest, then will there be corresponding six reincarnations and the like?

If there is, then some kind of erratic and unspeakable existence is also real?

Thinking about it this way, Ji Mo himself was a little scared.

I'm scared and curious, like watching a ghost movie for the first time, but I don't dare to watch it, but I want to watch it at the same time.

He looked at Guangji, hoping to see some changes on his face, be it fear or curiosity, in short, there should be some changes.

"I study Buddhism, there is nothing to be afraid of."

Guangji's answer was straightforward and simple.

Ji Mo was speechless. It has nothing to do with learning, but after thinking about it, the various principles described in the Buddhist scriptures have completely broken down all phenomena, so what is there to be afraid of?

It's the same as who dies and doesn't change into a ghost. If you want to become a ghost, what are you afraid of?

Suppose people can't beat ghosts, but when ghosts kill people and people become ghosts, they are all on the same level, can ghosts still beat ghosts?

Coupled with the great backing of the Buddha, it is enough to ensure that his disciples will not be animals, so there is no need to be afraid.

Thinking secretly that Guangji might have such a state of mind, Ji Mo felt more at ease, and asked again: "If there really are ghosts, so what?"

Guangji glanced at him, seeming to be surprised by his question, but he still answered, "You should be your own."

Hearing this answer, Ji Mo patted his forehead, he was dumbfounded, why did he ask such a non-level question again, the monk's profession has a super degree, he really forgot.

You can’t blame him for this, mainly because he was a young novice when he was still in the temple. No one can bring children to make trouble for such things as superseding. When he grows up, he may be exposed to this kind of business trips. At that time, he followed Guangji away again.

Single monks are outside, unless they have to, they will not be invited to chant scriptures for others. In this way, Ji Mo actually forgot that there is another job of monks.

In other words, apart from monks, Taoist priests don't seem to be able to transcend, so is this still an exclusive monopoly?

This kind of independent business is the best.

He hadn't learned much about specific rituals, so Ji Mo immediately became eager to learn, and asked Guangji for advice on this aspect.

The two went up the mountain while talking.

This time going up the mountain, maybe he was familiar with the road, Ji Mo felt that the speed was faster, when he arrived at the temple, what he saw was the same as yesterday, no different from the morning, I don’t know if the old monk is a human or a ghost, is it right? It's still there, anyway, it's time to check it out.

There was no one in the hall, there were still a few quilts piled up on the bed yesterday, the light was not very dark, and there were big holes in the roof to let the light through, Ji Mo picked up a wooden stick in his hand, and turned over on the bed , except for a snake scurrying away, there was nothing else, er, no, a golden bead rolled to the ground, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, it shone quite a bit.

"Master, I found this."

Ji Mo put his hands on a handkerchief, picked up the golden bead and handed it to Guangji. The golden bead was very small, the size of half a thumbnail, with holes in it, and it might have been worn with thread before. The bead string is like one of the nobile and pearls.

After careful identification by Ji Mo, it can be determined that this is pure gold. If it is really a gold hairpin, then the gold hairpin must be precious, but how can there be a gold hairpin in the temple?

"Look around."

As Guangji said, he wrapped the gold beads in a handkerchief, and put them in his arms, Ji Mo didn't care, and followed him out, the side room was still the same as they cleaned it in the morning, other places.

According to the usual temple specifications, the master and the apprentice searched from room to room. Except for some things like snakes, insects, rats and ants, there are no beasts here. Similarly, everything is gone, as if it had been burned by a fire. , Many places are blackened, and even the Buddha statues have faded, becoming hideous and weird.

The former disciple's residence was empty, there were no bedding, and there were only a few blackened wooden slats left on the bed board, and some of them could barely be seen as a bed.

The burning situation here is the most serious. Almost all the beams of the house have been burnt down, and the frame is still in general, but everything inside is gone.

After that, I found the kitchen, pots and pans, none of the valuable ones, there were still a few worthless broken porcelain bowls, and there were even pieces of broken porcelain all over the place. I don't know what kind of accident caused it.

When I found the basement where the food was stored, I smelled a rotten smell before I entered the door. When I opened it, I lit a torch, and I could see the corpse wrapped in the rotten monk's clothes. It had been too long, and the corpse had already turned to bones. No, No, it should be said to be yellow bone.

"Amitabha."

Seeing this corpse, Guangji clasped his hands together with a compassionate expression. He didn't know who it was, but the monks in the world belonged to one family. Just by looking at the monk's clothes, he knew it was also a monk.

It was already dark, and the basement was even darker, and it was difficult to clean up. Guangji did not let Ji Mo go down to move the bones, but took Ji Mo to the side room for another night.

This time, it was more dangerous than last time.

Ji Mo always thought about the empty bed next door, and the skeleton in the basement, and he seemed to see those in his dream. In the raging flames, the burned monk howled in pain, and the one who managed to hide in the basement, because The outside search was blocked to the basement door, and finally he was suffocated inside.

Xu Shi was unwilling, the suffocating ghost refused to leave, and wandered in the temple every day, whenever outsiders came to lodge, the bone would hide in the bed curtain surrounded by bedding, telling them about the The past story of the deserted temple seems to be still living in that past time, gradually getting old.

When he was woken up in the middle of the night to keep vigil, Ji Mo was still a little mentally troubled, immersed in his dreams and the past, not knowing what night it was or what night it was.

Guangji ignored him, dragged him out of the thin quilt made of several clothes, lay down on the "bed" by himself, and fell asleep under the thin quilt.

He slept peacefully, not afraid of Ji Mo falling asleep again by guarding the fire, Ji Mo looked a little sad, this master, can't he let himself?

Where is the heart of love?

There was nothing left in the burdens of the two of them, and even the burden skins were used as quilts. Ji Mo left the bed suddenly, feeling cold all over his body, so he moved to the fire, added a piece of firewood inside, and looked at the The flames beeped and beeped forever, and his heart felt more stable.

The night wind blows the dead leaves, the sound of insects breaks the silence, and the rustling sounds are mixed. They don't know where they are coming from, and they don't know where they are going. They are very ordinary sounds. I heard them yesterday, but today I heard them. , the feeling is completely different, as if some kind of unknown is watching out, waiting for the opportunity.

Oh, by the way, where did the golden beads on the temple come from?

Could the golden beads be spent?

Is this kind of ill-gotten wealth also included in the taboo range?

Ji Mo thought about what he had heard in the past, there had never been any ghosts and strange things, so it could be said that this world is as peaceful as other first-order worlds, there are not so many things, and he must be thinking too much.

Messy thoughts, I don't know how long I thought about it, I added a firewood or two from time to time, the sky outside gradually turned pale, and it was almost dawn.

Guangji wakes up without waiting for anyone to call him. With his regular schedule, he already has a biological clock in his body, so there is absolutely no problem in opening his eyes and reciting sutras.

Ji Mo also followed the chanting, and the things that he had been thinking about yesterday were calmed down in the sound of chanting, and with the rising of the morning light, his heart calmed down again.

Calmness and concentration, concentration and practice, will get twice the result with half the effort.

After reading the scriptures twice, Guangji got up first, and took Ji Mo to clean up the bones in the basement. The door that arrived yesterday was left open, and the ventilation was turned on. Looking at it today, the smell is not so compelling.

Guangji took a quilt from the main hall and used it to carry the bones. After the bones were taken out, he looked at the basement again. There was nothing in the place where the food had been stored, and most of the signs of decay were gone. Crocks, probably like pickles, may be edible, but it's best not to eat them.

Without looking too much, Guangji first took Ji Mo to set up a small table, put the bones on it, and set it on fire. During this process, the two of them sat by the fire and recited scriptures. Dry mouth, just stop.

Gathered the ashes, put them in a small jar that was found, and buried the jar, Ji Mo looked at the jar, and inexplicably thought of A Chinese Ghost Story, saying that this movie is good, but it also makes people suspicious Well, cremation was not popular in ancient burials, so why did you get a columbarium?

Turning his thoughts, he returned to his eyes. After the burial was completed, Ji Mo asked, "Master, what shall we do next?"

"The temple should be reorganized, and the Buddha should not be dusted."

Guangji said so.

That is to rebuild the temple. Ji Mo understood it this way, and frowned slightly at the first time. The meaning of this temple is almost gone. A big fire, except for the brick wall structure that cannot be burned, other places are almost burned. There is not a single page of paper in the Buddhist scripture pavilions. What is the meaning of what they left behind and the preaching of the scriptures?

However, since Guangji has made such a decision, Ji Mo is not in a position to object, and agrees, the first thing is to go down the mountain with Guangji, and to support the reconstruction of the temple, and first of all, they don’t have breakfast or lunch, Why don't you have dinner.

Or go to alms.