Chapter 132 Last Words 5

Escape abroad was something we couldn't imagine at that time, but from Uncle Ye's mouth, it was as simple as going on a business trip.

Of course, later we also learned that Ye Wenmo was not looking for the right way at all, but this kind of thing was not clear in one or two sentences.

As for why I still remember that experience, it was entirely because in that temple, we not only encountered terrible things, but also received unprecedented help.

I can't remember the layout of the temple. I only remember that there are two old trees in the courtyard, very old trees. The hall dedicated to the Buddha statue is quite dilapidated. At night, I can see the moonlight coming through the tiles above my head, and occasionally I can see fat mice flung around.

After chatting with Uncle Ye, the horror in my heart was almost extreme. According to him, after moving out of the place, Uncle Ye's father, then Ye Wenmo's mother, his wife, died one after another, and the cause of death was actually scared to death.

Uncle Ye talked peacefully, like talking about a very ordinary thing, quite like a monk, but I and the monkey didn't feel that they could calm down.

The monkey asked him directly, "Why are you here?"

Ye Bobo looked gloomy: "In order to smell the ink."

According to Uncle Ye, he believes that his father and his wife were killed by ghosts, and then it was his and his son, so like us, Uncle Ye is also looking for a solution to the ghost.

Coincidentally, he met the host of the current temple, rescued Uncle Ye, and took him and Ye Wenmo to this temple.

Or the temple is dilapidated, but has the ability to protect them, or the place is far away, and the ghost can't come here. In short, after Uncle Ye and Ye Wenmo arrived here, life gradually calmed down.

I don't understand why Ye Wenmo left and even went abroad to go abroad since safety can be guaranteed here.

Ye Bo shook his head. It was not completely safe here. At least when he was with his son, it was not safe here, so he finally decided to let Ye Wenmo leave the temple.

The old host originally meant that Ye Wenmo would be as far away from that place as possible, but he didn't expect Ye Mowen to choose to go abroad.

"Why?" I still don't understand: "Where did he go?"

"It should have been to a place like Thailand or Malay." Uncle Ye doesn't seem to be sure.

The monkey and I took a deep breath. At that time, it was not easy to think of such a place. I really couldn't figure out how Ye Wenmo got there.

I'm afraid Uncle Ye doesn't know the details either. When it comes to this, he just smiles helplessly.

"Last time, I sent a postcard." Uncle Ye said.

The postcard was sent to the post office in the town, which was extremely inconvenient to communicate. The monkey and I looked at the postcard taken out by Uncle Ye. Except for a vague place name, there was nothing on it.

Wait for the monkey and I to take a closer look at the postcard, suddenly there seemed to be a series of crying and laughing sounds outside.

At first, the monkey and I thought it was the cry of some beast in the mountain, but Uncle Ye was shocked when he heard it and rushed out of the house and ran to the hall.

The monkey and I were shocked and followed him closely.

When we ran to the yard, the monkey and I felt a cool breeze around us, rolling up fallen leaves, dust and dead grass on the ground in the yard, forming a swirling breeze.

The closed temple gate keeps making a "bang" sound, like someone is constantly pushing the door. Although the sound is not loud, it still makes us hear it clearly.

Is there anyone outside the door?

I just wanted to ask Uncle Ye, but he just said to us, "Don't move anything."

Then, he rushed into the hall.

Several candles were lit in the hall, and the faint candlelight allowed us to see the situation inside. On the ground in front of the Buddha statue, the old monk was sitting cross-legged on a futon, with his hands folded, his eyes slightly closed, and his face was extremely solemn.

"Master..." Uncle Ye shouted softly.

The old monk was silent for a long time before saying lightly, "The time to come will always come. You stay here with me."

After saying that, he ignored us.

The monkey and I were at a loss. Uncle Ye took a few futons and motioned us to sit down together.

The door of the hall was not closed. The wind in the courtyard blew into the hall from time to time, and the candlelight swayed in the wind, making the hall bright and dark. The alternation of light and shadow made people feel upset.

I thought the old host had to recite scriptures or something, but I only heard Uncle Ye ask us to close our eyes and not look outside.

I don't know what the monkey looks like. Anyway, let me close my eyes and not look at it. At first, it was okay. Later, I couldn't help squinting and secretly looking around.

The wind outside the door gradually changed from inaudible to whistling, like the cold wind in the cold winter. In particular, we all heard the sound of women crying in the wind. The branches and leaves of the old trees outside the courtyard swayed left and right in the wind, ferociously and arrogant.

I was so scared that I quickly closed my eyes and closed them tightly. The candlelight was pressed by the wind to leave only a little light, which did not work at all. At this time, I suddenly realized a strange phenomenon. Even if the wind in the yard was strong, it did not completely blow into the hall, and only a few wisps of cold wind were spinning in the hall.

As soon as I closed my eyes, it was naturally dark, but I couldn't help thinking nonsense. Now I can't remember what I was thinking at that time, but I have a vague impression, and there seems to be a drowsy feeling.

The only thing I can remember was a scream, a sudden scream, which made me almost open my eyes and jump up.

Unfortunately, I wanted to jump up, but my body didn't move at all, but of course I didn't know that it felt a little chaotic, mainly because the scream was too terrible, as if it came out of a horrible hell. At that time, after hearing the scream, I couldn't imagine my situation, because it was sharp. The sad voice was like holding my heart tightly, and it was as if the person who made the sound was being dug out of the whole heart.

Then, I suddenly saw the light.

Obviously, my eyes were closed, but I could see the light shining not far in front of me. It was just a light, and nothing appeared, but looking at the light, I actually felt the pain for no reason.

Now I try to recall the feeling at that time. I am also scared and can't really describe it, because it is a real pain. I saw myself in the light, just like facing a mirror, but the person opposite me is enduring all kinds of torture.

When I see the knife light flashing, I can really feel the pain of the sharp blade scratching the skin on my body. When I see the stick raised, I can feel the severe pain that goes straight to the bone...

My body has unconsciously tightened into a ball, as if I want to bury my head in my arms. My eyes are open and closed, but the result is the same. What I see and feel is still clearly distinguishable.

I asked myself over and over again, "Why is this..."