Chapter 11 The Ghost Does not disperse

"Where is this?" I asked the ghost three links. I don't know why he saved me so coincidentally, let alone where he is.

A cold wind blew, and the oil lamp swayed left and right, struggling between the light and extinguishing, but finally could not resist the invasion of darkness.

"If you don't know it, you need to practice from scratch!" The moment the oil lamp went out, an ethereal voice also hit and wandered back and forth in the dark cave.

"Ghost..." I was about to call out the name of the ghost three-way, but I saw that the oil lamp in front of me suddenly lit up again, and the light was not so dim, and the flames lit up all over.

Looking at the absence of ghosts in the cave, I looked around, and there was still a lot of darkness behind me. Looking at the bone he had nibbled on the ground, I patted my forehead and couldn't believe that what I had just seen was true.

"What's going on?" I said to myself, and I recalled the scene by scene, from the moment I stepped on the train in Beijing, my fourth uncle threw himself into the river, Man Shuang died, and then jumped off the cliff before...

The vivid picture is like a black and white negative, which is played in the brain. I stared at the oil lamp, reflecting the flowing river, the arms of the fourth uncle, and the smile of Man Shuang...

I just want to finish reading, find a job in the city, or plant an acre of bud land in the mist river, marry a beautiful daughter-in-law and give birth to a sensible baby.

"If you want to learn well, find evil spirits, and if you want to become a Buddha, you will be demon first." I stood up and recalled that I could only understand half of the words. Maybe it was really like what the ghost three links said at the beginning, 'The sky is a great responsibility for me'.

A burst of coolness swept into the cave, and the sound of shouting was like a hundred ghosts crying at night and mourning the trumpet. I was smart and sat up. I looked at the cave wall on my side and looked at it intently. I suddenly found that there were many patterns and patterns engraved on the stone wall.

I swallowed my saliva and looked carefully at those strange patterns. At first glance, they were irregular square circles.

I was curious and touched the wall of the cave and stroked the gully. I guessed that these patterns should have been carved with great force, but looking at the turning point of the square circle, or the edges and corners are equal, or rounded, I can see the extraordinary arm strength and delicate mind of the tattooed person.

Looking up, there are a few big lines above your head:

"With the power of one meal, you can live a life of hundreds of thousands of disasters, countless and countless, more than this, the beauty remains unchanged, the light and face are the same, all evil and wrong, golden eyes can distinguish - bitterness."

I couldn't help but be stunned after reading it. Is this the "Good eloquent Golden Eye Map"? But no matter how I look at it, I can't see a sesame feather. Not to mention like eyes, that is to say, eggs make you feel bad!

I rubbed my eyes and looked at them for more than an hour. My eyes were sore and numb. I didn't wait to see through the golden eye map, and my stomach began to rumble again.

I looked at the shiny bone stick on the ground, with a few pieces of minced meat and raw tendons hanging on it. Although it was a little dirty, I would at least fill my stomach first.

"If you don't know it, you need to practice from the beginning." I muttered while nibbling the remaining half of the bones of the ghost three links. I want to stop practicing or not, and let's talk about it first.

I really don't know if the power of a meal can live for thousands of years, but when I licked the oil on my fingers, I suddenly felt that my whole body was much more energetic, but because I just looked at it fiercely, my eyes have not recovered, and I only feel that my eyes are extremely sore and numb. This black light is blind, where to find the way.

On second thought, although the ghost three links are crazy, they never do useless things. It must be meaningful for him to bring me to this, but except for an oil lamp and a snake skin that was previously pressed under the ghost three links, the wall is not a mural.

I shook my head, but the things in front of me were still blurred. Looking at the oil lamp, I wanted to hold the wall of the cave to get up, but fell on the wet ground.

In my depression, I began to suspect that I had food poisoning, and overuse of my eyes led to a serious loss of vision. I stabilized my mind a little and looked around.

My body was shocked, and the blurred perspective was fixed on the rock painting. After looking at the previous unruly square circles on the stone wall overlapping, under the rendering of the light, a glittering golden 'reclining Buddha map' was formed.

Fang is a couch, round with a golden mouth and nose, and his eyes are wide open, and he feels not angry and intimidated. But under my sore eyes, I can't see clearly. I can only look at the outline, but I only feel that the reclining Buddha's eyes seem to be about to spit out flames.

Under his four eyes, I also felt that my eyes were extremely hot. Suddenly, my eyes were black, like falling into an illusion, but I saw Xu Xu, an old monk in cloth, coming towards me in the dark. I only saw that he would smile and give a Buddha's gift with one hand.

I was dizzy. Before I could react, I saw that the old monk changed his face and suddenly stretched out his two fingers into my eyes. I subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but I couldn't move. I watched his two fingers insert into my eyes.

I shouted and hurriedly touched my eyes. A stream of hot ** slowly flowed down. My heart suddenly cooled down and then touched it up, but I couldn't help but give a 'h'.

Although I didn't dare to open my eyes, I found that my eyes were still bulging and not damaged at all. But what happened just now is vivid, and the heartfelt pain has not subsided. I can't believe my hands.

Listening to the regular dripping of water droplets around me, I also struggled countless times, wiped my cheeks sticky**, slowly opened my eyes, and looked at the transparent tears on the back of my hand.

I suddenly felt that the whole world had become clear. There was an obvious boundary between black and white, which was unclear. I don't know whether the eyes were changed by the old monk just now, or the soul was purified.

Looking at the wall of the cave, there was no powerful reclining Buddha, and the drops of water on the top of the cave slowly fell, as if floating in mid-air.

I just realized. I said how can bitterness block bullets with stones? It turned out that after practicing this "Golden Eye Map" in front of me, everything in front of me became slower. What you see is also extremely clear. If you find the enemy's dead hole, coupled with the fast reaction speed, it can be fatal in one move.

This actually coincides with what is recorded in the Peeping Heaven Sutra. I don't know if it is a coincidence or the same family.

But no matter what magical skills have been practiced at present, I will get out first. I looked at the big snake skin and was sure that this was the cave in the back mountain of Changningyuan.

I didn't dare to delay. I picked up the oil lamp and kept groping forward to see that the bones on both sides of the cave were full of white bones. Occasionally, when the cold wind blew, it would bring out a smell of rotten nose.

When I saw a wild boar without thighs, my stomach suddenly churned, and then I knew where the bone baked by Gui Santong came from. Looking at the bulging exhaust gas caused by the decay of the wild boar belly, from time to time a few unknown insects sneaked in and out.

I really don't want to look at it, let alone think about the delicious food I just ate.

"Don't linger, you can't even catch a child, and his mother has the face to say it!"

I suddenly heard someone shouting in the dark. Don't think about it, Li Guang's gang must have touched in. I heard the dialogue and wanted to hide, but there was really no hiding place in this cave. If I ran back, I would definitely be found by them.

But before I thought of how to get out, I suddenly saw two strong flashlight shining on my face. I quickly resisted with my hands and suddenly found two fierce-faced villains staring straight at me.

"Wh, this boy is not dead! What are you looking for? Isn't this ready-made gold!" The man stared at me feverishly and said to the man next to him.

The man next to him was obviously very excited to see me, and then frowned: "This boy fucking jumped off the cliff. Why isn't he dead yet? Isn't he fucking haunted?"

'Pa'!

"Son your grandma! Hurry up and catch him!" The man patted the head of the person beside him and shouted.

There was a burst of resentment in my heart. This was really unlucky. The two people must have thought that I had fallen off the cliff and died. There was no way to make a fortune and came down to find the treasure, which really made them get it.

"Hey, why didn't I find your body?" The man threw the flashlight aside and walked slowly towards me.

In my heart, I vaguely saw this man's accelerating heart and subconsciously told me that it was a 'greedy'.

I only saw the man laugh and rushed to me. For a moment when I dodged backwards, I suddenly felt that the speed of the man's arm was extremely slow. I jumped back and easily dodged his grasp.

The man who had been watching behind him also saw this scene. He was so angry that he rolled off his sleeves and roared, "There are still two fucking times, and the ghosts will not dispel! I'll beat you out of your wits."

After saying that, he slowly... He pulled out the pistol from his waist and pulled the bolt. I couldn't see it well. Although I knew that the bitterness could completely avoid the bullet, I was not sure that I could get there.

Before he raised his gun, he rolled on the ground and rolled under him. The moment he slowly turned his head, he aimed at his armpit, stretched out two fingers, and stabbed him fiercely.

I heard a scream, and the man's pistol fell to the ground. The man who was still in front of me was looking for me. Hearing the scream, he hurriedly turned his head with a surprised expression. He said in a trembling voice, "Second brother, this boy has really become a wrongdoer. Run away!"

I took two steps back and saw that the man who had been hit by me in the armpit suddenly took a strange thing from his neck and said with a ferocious smile, "This is the treasure of my family! Evil spirit! I'm not afraid of the ghost king!"

I laughed secretly after reading it. It's useless for you to pass it down from home. I'm not a ghost!

I saw the man named Second Brother, holding a flashlight in one hand and holding the hanging rope in the other, shouting at me loudly.

At this time, the two seemed to have a backbone, and their expressions suddenly became ferocious and kept approaching me.

"Second brother, this boy has become a ghost. Why are we still holding him?" The man behind him asked.

The man glared at me and replied, "This boy's soul is here, and the body is not far away. If he is not alive and valuable, he can change two children!"