Chapter 133 Last Words 6

I thought I was shouting loudly, but later I learned that everything was imagined in my mind. In fact, I couldn't make a sound at all.

But at that time, I didn't have this consciousness. I felt that I was in a semi-coma state at that time. I really wanted to die, but everything continued, and I was no longer myself. I could hear a cry. I don't know who sent it, but I didn't hear it with my ears, but it was more like in my mind. It sounds directly in the middle.

Every sound is like tearing every nerve in my body. I really want to shout with those screams. Obviously, it's just an idea, but it seems to really call out. Even I can hear my own screams, full of endless pain. I really can't imagine myself being so full of despair and The helpless wailing made my whole body tremble even more uncontrollably.

I felt that I was about to collapse, but the situation in front of me did not stop at all. In the light, I saw that I was struggling. Suddenly, I saw my face distorted by pain and suddenly rushed to me, opened my mouth, and the teeth in my mouth fell one by one. My mouth is full of blood. Seeing that mouth, I feel that my nerves are about to reach the final limit.

At this moment, everything suddenly stopped. Although I still saw my face, the sound suddenly disappeared, replaced by a series of incomprehensible sounds.

"...Reveal the Dharma, Polo uncover the Dharma, the Polo Monk uncover the Dharma, the Bodhisattvabha."

After hearing this sound, I can immediately feel that I can't help breathing heavily. Between breathing, there is a burst of pain in my chest. I realized that it was because I had just closed my breath for too long. I'm afraid that if the terrible sound doesn't stop, I will unconsciously suffocate to death.

In fact, if I hadn't interrupted that situation in time, I would definitely have become a psychopath and become an incurable madman because my nerves could not support it.

"When you observe the Bodhisattva and practice the deep Prajna Paramita, shine..."

As the sound sounded again, I suddenly understood that the voice was because someone was reciting the scriptures. At this time, I realized that I could already think. It was probably the old host who recited the scriptures. Although I didn't know what he read at that time, I later learned that it was the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra, which was this scripture. The text broke everything I saw and heard before.

I can't know whether those are hallucinations or what. The only thing I can think of is that those are ghosts dealing with us.

With the power of the scriptures, I barely concentrated. All the scenes in front of me slowly disappeared, and I couldn't see my face. Everything fell into darkness again. After a while, I felt that the darkness was much thinner than before. In the haze, I found that I could see something again. Then, I saw it. Everything, at the same time, realized that he was still sitting in the hall.

At this moment, I turned my head and looked, and then I saw that all the people around me were drenched with water, as if they had been watered. Everyone's face was very ugly, pale and flabby, and I couldn't even see any blood on my lips. The skin monkey's hair was wet and sticked to her face, and there were beads of water on her hair. Fall. Uncle Ye's gray robe was almost soaked, and his head was full of sweat.

Only the old host is relatively better. Although his face is not very good-looking, his sweat does not seem to be as much as ours. His lips are slightly closed. At this time, I suddenly found that his voice was not loud, but I could hear every sentence clearly. It seems to have penetrated directly into my mind.

I felt myself. Of course, my whole body was wet, and drops of water kept dripping from the tip of my nose. I licked it, and it was really sweating.

In fact, I didn't know what I was doing at that moment, but gradually, I felt that my thoughts had basically returned to normal.

Outside the door, the wind like crying is still ringing in the courtyard, but because of the scriptures read by the old host, we are no longer affected by it. In fact, my experience just now is only a moment, but I feel that it is as long as several years.

The host was stalemate with the strange wind in the courtyard with the scriptures. The confrontation took overnight. It was not until the sky lit that the wind became smaller and smaller. Finally, the last breeze disappeared into the air.

We breathed a long breath, and the crisis seemed to be relieved.

After a long time, the old host stopped reciting the scriptures, and the hall fell into a dead silence.

I don't know what to ask, but before we could talk, the old host suddenly spoke and asked Uncle Ye to stay. Pi Monkey and I stayed in the yard.

Looking at his appearance, there should be no danger outside, but we were still worried. We walked out of the hall tremblingly. We looked around carefully, and the courtyard looked very calm.

I stood under the tree with him and discussed the situation for a night. It seemed that there was nothing else to study except that it was related to the ghost of the place and the chairman who resolved the crisis.

Not long, Uncle Ye walked out of the hall, his face was extremely solemn, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes.

He closed the door of the temple, walked to us, looked at us, and sighed gently.

I was about to ask him what was going on in just now. Before he could speak, a fire flashed in the hall.

"It's on fire..." I shouted.

Preparing to put out the fire, Uncle Ye suddenly reached out to hold us, shook his head and said, "Don't go, my master is dead..."

"What?" The monkey and I were shocked at the same time.

The fire in the hall seemed to be extremely fierce. Through the holes in the door and the window paper, we could see clearly that the fire appeared suddenly and fiercely, but it did not ignite the hall, but burned in the hall.

A large group of thick smoke came out from the cracks, and we were afraid that we would burn the whole hall, but Uncle Ye held us tightly and didn't let us move forward. In the midst of anxiety and helplessness, the monkey and I have been seeing that the fire inside is gradually getting smaller, the flames slowly extinguished, and the thick smoke gradually dissipates. .

At this time, Uncle Ye finally let go of his hand. I saw that he was already in tears and biting his lips without crying.

The fire has been extinguished. Instead of rushing in, I asked Uncle Ye, "What's the matter?"

"Go... and have a look." He didn't answer me and took the lead to the hall.

Pushing the door of the hall, the monkey and I were completely stunned. In the position where the old host originally sat, there was only a lot of dusty ashes left, and the futon he had sat was faintly visible below.

What surprised us was that three gems of different sizes could be seen in the middle of the ashes.

Even if I haven't seen it, but when I saw the situation in front of me, I thought of one thing. Are those three the legendary relith?

Uncle Ye slowly stepped forward, trembled and reached out to pick up the three "reli" and waved to me.

I walked over and gave it to me, and then took off the monk's robe, carefully spread it on the ground, and put the ashes on the monk's robe.

I put the "shelizi" in my pocket, knelt on the ground with the monkey, and carefully picked up the ashes together. It was the ashes of the host. Somehow, when I thought of this, I couldn't help crying.