ugly moth

There is a small red cloth hanging on the water tank, but the color is a bit old.

Fei Mo wanted to bend down to pick it up, but there were too many bamboos, so she couldn't bend down: "Oh, oh, help me, little monk, it's stuck!"

Gui Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's just a small spell, why do you still bend down to pick it up?"

"Forgot, give me a hand."

After finally pulling Fei Moth out from between several bamboos, Gui Yuan patted Fei Moth off the white powder stuck to his clothes: "Did you see that piece of cloth?"

Fei Mo nodded, drew a circle of water and wrapped the red cloth in front of her eyes: "It looks like a little bellyband."

Gui Yuan looked along: "It should be a bellyband, so small, like a child's."

"Even a child's bellyband is too small, it's only the size of a palm." Fei Mo turned the water drop in wonder, and felt that it was too small, "Even a baby isn't this small, is it?"

There are often women who carry their babies to Qingshan Temple to ask for blessings. Fei Mo and Gui Yuan have also hugged them. Only newborn babies are so small, and they usually bloom after three to five days, so they don’t wear bellybands so early. of.

"Wait, there is another kind of child who has such a small bellyband..." Gui Yuan grabbed Fei Mo's wrist, and the two said in unison: "Baby spirit!"

The so-called infant spirits can be big or small, and they are generally ghost spirits produced by children who died of abortion, miscarriage, or premature death.

Fei Moth turned her hands into claws, poked the red bellyband, and the pierced area dispersed like smoke: "Sure enough, it's the baby spirit."

Gui Yuan frowned immediately: "If it's an infant spirit, why is there only the bellyband here? Could it have been taken away?"

"Maybe the soul is gone." Feimo retracted her claws, exposed her nose and sniffed her bellyband, "Ah-choo—the smell on it is similar to the one in this forest, and it also smells a little like a magic weapon."

"A very strong magic weapon?" Gui Yuan asked hurriedly.

Fei Mo covered her nose again, and shook her head: "It's not like, it should be that this baby spirit is too weak, accidentally touched something like a yellow talisman gossip mirror, and died if he couldn't resist it."

Gui Yuan was taken aback for a moment: "How come..."

"Besides, generally speaking, it is very difficult to produce an infant spirit. After all, it is just a chance to be reincarnated. How many times do you have to die when you are so weak and become an infant spirit?" Clothes mound.

Looking at the small bump, Fei Mo and Gui Yuan began to chant scriptures to save the lost souls. If there is love in heaven, they hope that they will be able to reunite one day.

After chanting, he was about to move on when Gui Yuan suddenly stopped: "Wait, Fei Mo, don't you think...these water tanks are very similar to the tomb of the little benefactor just now?"

After hearing this, Fei Mo looked back.

It is true that the water tanks on the ground are covered with a round cover, which looks almost exactly like the raised tomb at first glance.

"Really! Could it be..." Fei Mo looked at Gui Yuan with a distorted face, "Could it be...there are... infant spirits here?"

Gui Yuan swallowed, lifted the lid of the water tank at his feet with a formula, and recited the Great Compassion Mantra.

Suddenly, a strong smell of putrefaction and blood came over the face, so that Fei Moth and Gui Yuan closed their eyes together, then opened them again, and a strange baby appeared in the water tank.

The baby sticks its head out, looking at them with dark eyes, and a mouthful of blood when it opens its mouth.

Fei Mo put her hands on Gui Yuan's shoulders with trembling hands: "It's, it's true...there are so many water tanks, how much do you need?"

Gui Yuan put down the cover, with a look of unbearable expression: "I roughly counted, there are at least a thousand. This bamboo forest surrounds the entire mountain. It is estimated...to get this number."

With that said, Gui Yuan compared a number to Fei Mo.

"Does this mean you want to go to hell and go crazy?" Fei Mo was dumbfounded.

Buddhists often say that there is cause and effect in the world, and the cause planted in this life will taste the fruit in the next life. Those who are unforgivable will enter the Avici Hell and will not be reborn forever.

In such a scene, tens of thousands of infant spirits, and those who created karma are basically doomed to die.

"Infant spirits that cannot be born due to abortion or miscarriage have to experience at least four times. The same is true for children who die young to become infant spirits. Who is so devoid of conscience..." Gui Yuan was so angry that he wanted to pinch the Buddhist beads Broken.

Fei Mo patted Gui Yuan's hand: "Don't be angry, little monk, we might as well go to the town and ask, it's so close, I don't believe they don't know."

Gui Yuan suppressed his anger and nodded: "You're right, let's go and see, if possible, we'll take these baby spirits back, and if we recite sutras every day, we should still have time to send them to reincarnation."

Maybe it's because the bamboos are too tall and the bamboo forests are too dense. The edge of the town is gloomy, and it's hard to get to a brighter place and it's almost in the forest on the mountain.

The people in the town were very hospitable, and there were people who offered to help guide the way along the way, but Gui Yuan and Fei Mo couldn't smell the blood on their bodies, so they could only decline one by one.

When he was about to reach the mountain, Fei Mo couldn't help muttering: "Why does everyone smell so bad? It's choking me to death."