reincarnation train

At night, the Buddhist hall was unguarded. When everyone came to the main entrance, they pushed open the heavy wooden door for the first time, and walked into the Buddhist hall listening to the sound of "squeak" from the old wooden door.

Wu Xiajiu waited for people to be familiar with the road, but he was taken aback when he walked to the main hall. It seems that Aunt Wang and other villagers were right to say that they came to offer incense, but in these incense burners that suddenly appeared, the incense is upside down...

It is disrespectful to the dead to insert incense.

What's more, the strange thing is that the smoke actually floated downwards, and the smoke slowly dissipated after it filled the entire courtyard. No wonder it was said that it was incense, but it didn't see the smoke floating above the Buddhist hall.

Someone next to him hissed, rubbed his arms and muttered, "It's really late at night when people are quiet..." The heart of the listener sank for no reason.

However, there were a few timid people who could come here at this time, and they didn't respond much on their faces, and walked over the censer towards the main hall.

The wooden door on the main hall that was kicked away by Shi Shangzuo was now closed properly, and it should have been repaired by the villagers. The courtyard is still bright because of the moonlight, but through the hollowed-out decoration of the wooden door, people can look inside. Lo and behold, it was dark.

"It's so dark." After entering, someone wanted to light a lamp, but was stopped by someone. Lighting the lamp at night is too conspicuous. After all, no one can guarantee whether the villagers will notice it, so they only took a few. Light sticks were thrown around the corners.

The light was inconspicuous, but he could finally see the things in the hall clearly. Not surprisingly, there were a few gasps, obviously noticing the large number of tablets placed on the desk.

The space in the main hall is not small. There are Buddha sculptures and a huge desk directly opposite, but there is still a lot of space on both sides of the Buddha. Last time they saw the murals on one side.

Wu Xia stood in front of the Buddha for a long time, sniffling his nose, frowning and scanning the tablet on the table, "Do you smell something strange?"

Fang Zi was jumping to look at the back of the memorial tablet, and said, "Is it the smell of incense ash, coming from outside?"

"It doesn't come from outside. The smell is a bit fishy, ​​not just sandalwood."

The sandalwood scent outside is a bit strong, but it becomes weaker when entering the main hall, and when you walk in front of the Buddha, the smell in your nose changes again, with a faint fishy smell, which is different from the smell outside .

"I smell it too." Tang Yunsi said suddenly, sniffling and looking at the Buddha's side, "Is it coming from there?"

"Go and have a look." Several people turned to the Buddha's side.

The side that was empty last time had something extra this time. Zhu Lanmeng took a photo with a flashlight, frowning and seemed a little uncertain, "This... seems to be a tool for making incense."

"Make incense?" Lu Nan didn't understand, "Since there is a Buddhist hall here, doesn't each of them store some incense? It will take a lot of trouble to do it..."

"It seems a bit wrong." At this time, Professor Zhou squinted his eyes and looked at the tools for making incense.

Zhu Lanmeng frowned and nodded, "Isn't that right, I have studied Buddhist culture, and I have also been involved in Buddhist incense and the like, but the ingredients on it..."

"It's not the raw material for making incense, it's the bone, it's the ash made from the bone." Shi Shangzuo's fingers were stained with the white ash he had just picked up, and he raised his eyes and said lightly, and he opened the other jars again, and instantly, a wave of A very light fishy smell wafted out, Shi Shangzuo leaned closer to the mouth of the jar and smelled it, and put it down with a twinkle in his eyes, "It has been specially treated...there is blood in it."

"...depressed and ashes." Xiao Yao said with difficulty, "They are turning people into incense, is it..." Are those people who disappeared?

Before the words could be uttered, they heard an exclamation from in front of the tablet, and several people followed the sound, and saw a person with wide-eyed eyes pounced on the desk, pointing at it in panic, "That... that's not Xiao Yan's." name?"

"Xiao Yu? It seems to be the name of one of the people who disappeared before." Zhu Lanmeng and Xiao Yao exchanged a glance.

Immediately afterwards, someone found the name of another person who disappeared on it.

"Is it true that those who disappeared have already..." Lu Nan pointed to the back with an ugly expression, "So, there is a memorial tablet here?"

"It should be more bad luck than good luck." Wu Xia said for a long time.

There is still a scent of sandalwood in the nose, but everyone just feels chest tightness and shortness of breath, and it is difficult to breathe. When they think about the reason for this smell, they cannot restrain themselves from feeling uncomfortable.

At this moment, the curtain behind the Buddha suddenly moved in the absence of wind, shook violently a few times, and fell down. In an instant, there was a strong blood red in front of the eyes, which formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding snow-white walls.

Blood splashed all over the wall, and eyes were stabbed red.

"Ah!" Someone exclaimed, his body became unsteady, and the tablet on the desk was swept away.

Just as the tablet fell, the blood-red flow on the wall seemed to condense something, and countless white shadows appeared on it struggling and twisting, as if trying to break free.

There was a sound of weeping in the hall, and blood-red tears flowed down the wall. The white shadows were stacked one on top of the other, stretching out their hands weakly, and shouting forward. Soon, they broke free and approached the person in front of them.

The scene in front of him was too terrifying. After the trembling, he screamed and fled. The door of the temple was also creaking, as if it would be closed in the next moment. Said, "Come out, I can't hold back anymore!"

"Let's go!" Shi Shang left to hold Wu Xiajiu, but they were too close to the desk, and there were already a few ghost hands on their bodies, holding Wu Xiajiu's arm so that he could not move.

Shi Shangzuo frowned, twisted the ghost's wrist, raised his foot and kicked, and kicked the ghosts aside, Wu Xiajiu heaved a sigh of relief, and looked up to see that other people were also entangled But they obviously didn't have as much strength as Shi Shangzuo. After breaking free from one, they jumped on the other.

"Tang Yunsi and them!" Wu Xiajiu and Shi Shangzuo went to help, but there were still countless ghosts struggling to escape from the wall.

Shi Shangzuo dragged Professor Zhou and Fang Zi out, and came to the back of the Buddha when the ghost was in front of him. He reached out and grabbed the curtain that had fallen before, and lifted it vigorously. The dusty curtain was in the air. Unfolding, it covered the Buddha, and also covered the ghost shadows that kept falling off the wall.

Before the curtain fell down, Shi Shangzuo pulled Wu Xiajiu and ran towards the door. At this time, the heavy wooden door gradually couldn't be pulled, and it slowly closed towards the middle.

The weeping in his ears became more obvious. He and Shi Shangzuo were left behind, and they were about to leave the hall. Wu Xiajiu looked back in a strange way. When he saw this, he was stunned, and somehow let go of the hand he was holding. , When he turned his head again, Shi Shangzuo looked at him with wide eyes, and stretched out his hand, wanting to grab it again.

However, Wu Xiajiu's legs were pulled by the swarming ghost hands, and his body was also dragged backwards. Shi Shangzuo fell out of the hall due to inertia, but suddenly jumped up amidst the exclamation of others. Entering the hall, with a bang, the door closed, and it was instantly locked.

"Xiao Jiujiu!" Fang Zi and others rushed to the door.

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In the hall, Wu Xiajiu fell to the ground due to being dragged, but his expression was a little dazed. He looked at the ghost above him and didn't know what he was thinking. When Shi Shangzuo rushed over, he suddenly said: , "Shang Zuo, wait!"

At the same time, the color of blood on the wall also changed...

Outside the main hall, Fang Zi and others anxiously patted on the wooden door, but for some reason, the wooden door was closed very tightly. There was only a little light inside, but nothing could be seen clearly.

The faces of those who escaped were not good-looking. Looking at Fang Zi and others, they wanted to come forward to comfort them but didn't know what to say. Just as they sighed and wanted to leave, the wooden door suddenly made a sound.

Fang Zi and the others retreated to the bottom of the steps vigilantly, the wooden door slowly opened, and Shi Shangzuo and Wu Xiajiu appeared at the door holding the tablets.

Looking at the surprised crowd, Wu Xiajiu opened his mouth and said, "Go in and hold the tablet, let's go up the mountain..."

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The development of the matter seemed a little unpredictable. After Wu Xiajiu finished speaking, everyone looked at him suspiciously and did not want to go in, but Shi Shangzuo said again that this matter was related to whether or not the ticket could be found. After the person went in, the rest of the people also walked in dubiously.

They carried out all the tablets in the Buddhist hall, wrapped those that couldn't be carried with cloth, and walked towards the mountain together.

"What's going on? Little Jiujiu." Fang Zi couldn't help asking.

He also held a pile of tablets in his arms, and the wooden ones felt cool to the touch on his arms, and when he thought about the situation in the temple before, goose bumps would rise.

Wu Xiajiu bowed his head, tapped the tablet in his arms with his chin and said, "They want to go to the mountain."

"Ah? Is it related to that giant tortoise?"

"I don't know." Wu Xiajiu shook his head.

Fang Zi was a little anxious, and moved his arm holding the tablet a little away, and whispered, "Are you really going to take them up? It won't be a bad thing, right?"

Hearing this, Wu Xiajiu's expression was a little dazed, thinking of what he saw before, he shook his head affirmatively and said, "No, don't worry."

In order to persuade other people to go up the mountain holding the tablet, Wu Xiajiu also bluntly said that there is a huge tortoise on the mountain, but when this giant tortoise really appeared in front of everyone, they were also conquered by the mystery here, and stood in front of them in a daze .

It didn't rain tonight, and under the moonlight, the pitch-black tortoise's shell was tinged with white. Wu Xiajiu placed the tablets in his arms on the ground one by one, and approached the giant tortoise.

"The Sanskrit on this has disappeared a lot." Shi Shangzuo whispered beside him.

"Yeah." Wu Xia responded for a long time, then turned to look at him, "...Do you want candies?"

Shi Shangzuo raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to him, and after putting the candy in his mouth, he saw the person in front of him pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Thank you for rushing in to save me again."

Shi Shangzuo opened his mouth, but Wu Xiajiu immediately covered it with his hand, "Don't talk when you eat candy."

His face was serious, but the tips of his ears were tinged with red. Shi Shangzuo's brows and eyes were already full of smiles, and the corners of his covered mouth were raised.

With scorching eyes, Wu Xiajiu became more and more uncomfortable, like a little squirrel in a panic, trying to find a hole and disappear quickly.

At this moment, Tang Yunsi and others exclaimed, "They came out again!"

I don't know when, the ghost shadow line appeared in the mountains, their eyes were the same, and they looked at the giant tortoise sadly and desperately.

Wu Xiajiu stretched out his left hand, which was obviously dry, but he suddenly remembered the look back before leaving the hall.

The eyes of those ghosts were clearly resentful, but they were also full of despair. Countless shadows stood behind, staring blankly at the outside of the hall. After pulling him away, the ghosts crouched above him, full of sadness. The color almost enveloped him, and a tear from the corner of his eye happened to fall on the palm of his hand.

The ghost... actually cried?