"Aunt Li, buy two steamed buns" "Aunt Li, are you there?"
Zhang Cheng shouted several times, but no one answered, so he had to take out ten yuan and put it on the table, and pulled two plastic bags from the hook, ready to do it himself.
But when he untied the steaming steamer, the whole person was suddenly stunned.
There are no buns in the steamer There is only one human head Aunt Li's head.
Under the high temperature of steam, Aunt Li's dough was already swollen, and yellow-brown blisters appeared, and the blood in her neck continued to drip down, falling into the cauldron through the steaming grid, steaming with a disgusting smell of blood.
Zhang Cheng's movements froze, and he felt his body tremble uncontrollably.
The cauldron was still gurgling, and the smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger, Zhang Cheng turned his head stiffly, and found that the street that was empty just now was actually full of corpses lying at this time, and there were no heads.
Blood poured out of the corpse and spread down the street, quickly reaching his feet.
"Mom and Dad" A thunderbolt suddenly flashed through his mind, and his whole body was full of excitement, and he didn't think much about it, threw away the steamer in his hand, and ran upstairs with blood and water.
The familiar corridor and the familiar door, but after opening, it was a picture that made Zhang Cheng's heart crack.
The bodies of his parents hugged each other tightly, lying quietly on the bed, scarlet blood staining the entire sheet.
Like a corpse on the street, it has no head "No" Zhang Cheng looked up to the sky and let out an angry roar, all the strength of his body was drained, and he fell to the ground weakly.
"Why" "Why do you give it back to me, but you want to take it away from you?"
"Who is who" "I'm going to kill you when you come out" Zhang Cheng's eyes were red, and he let out a beast-like roar, and countless extremely faint points of light flew out of him like starlight, floating in all directions.
As the light fell, the viscous blood stain on the ground gradually faded until it disappeared, and the dense corpse also turned into a wisp of green smoke and drifted away.
Hua Kun Zhenren floated at a very high place, through the window, watching Zhang Cheng scratching on the empty sheets like crazy, and couldn't help but shake his head, and his figure slowly faded away with the green smoke.
I don't know how long it took, Zhang Cheng staggered out of the small building, and walked in the direction of Shenjun Temple with a wooden expression.
The blood stains and corpses were gone, and everything around looked like it was normal, as if nothing had happened.
But he knew that his parents would never come back.
After walking a few kilometers, there were finally human voices around him, and the number of pedestrians gradually increased, which made people wonder if the scene like Shura's hell before was just an illusion.
But Zhang Cheng didn't stop, he still walked forward, and he was almost hit by a car when he crossed the road several times, causing a series of shouts and scolding.
Shenjun Temple is quite far away from the city, but if you keep walking, you can always get there.
However, when Zhang Cheng stood at the foot of the mountain and looked at the big words "Sanyuan View" on the mountain gate, his emotions finally collapsed again, and he sat on the ground and cried loudly.
When passing by him, the pilgrims were panicked and avoided around, thinking that they had met a madman.
Zhang Cheng sat in front of the mountain gate like this, until the black pressure of believers and tourists gradually dispersed, and the night became thicker, then he staggered up and turned to leave.
He didn't know where to go or what he was supposed to do.
At this time, he was like a walking corpse, completely losing his ability to think.
I don't know how long it was, I don't know how far he walked, and finally he came to a deep mountain.
A clear bell rang suddenly, causing a trace of fluctuation in Zhang Cheng's numb eyes.
The Buddha bell can clear the heart, and the Tao bell can also sweep away distracting thoughts.
Zhang Cheng paused, and he subconsciously walked towards a Taoist temple not far away.
The Taoist temple is not big, even a little dilapidated, hidden in the green hills, and the three big characters of "Sansheng Temple" are hung in front of the door.
Zhang Cheng didn't look up, didn't even move his eyelids, and walked in directly.
Entering the Taoist temple and coming to the main hall, I saw that there were hundreds of Taoists who were pious in chanting the scriptures, and when they recited a sentence, they rang the bronze bell in their hands, and the sound was clear.
The statues of Sanqing in the middle of the hall, under the background of sandalwood and Taoist scriptures, appear more and more sacred and compassionate.
Zhang Cheng stood at the door, gradually obsessed with it "Where did the benefactor come from and where did he go?"
A Taoist priest walked out of the hall, not very old, a little fat, and looked a little silly, but his two eyes were extremely bright, and he saluted Zhang Cheng.
Zhang Cheng looked at him stunned, shook his head lifelessly, and said nothing.
"Since the donor has nowhere to go, why don't you stay?"
said the Taoist with a smile.
The sound of the bell in the view made Zhang Cheng's mood gradually calm, and also soothed his heart, which was about to break, a little, so he nodded subconsciously.
"Donor, please come with me."
The Taoist turned around and left, and Zhang Cheng followed behind.
Walking through the Daxiong Treasure Hall, coming to the back mountain, outside the wing room of a side hall, the Taoist stopped.
"This will be your home from now on."
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"Home" Zhang Cheng let out a difficult syllable, and felt his heart ache like a pinprick.
"When you enter my door and break the dust, you can naturally have no joy or sorrow."
The Taoist didn't say much, took Zhang Cheng into the room, and then took down a thick stack of Taoist scriptures from the bookshelf and asked Zhang Cheng to recite them.
Zhang Cheng hesitated, opened one of them, and read it slowly.
There is a true meaning in the scriptures, Zhang Cheng originally just wanted to read it casually, hoping to alleviate the sorrow in his heart, but after reading it, he found that what was said in the book did have some truth, and he gradually immersed himself in it and forgot about other things.
After a long time, a scripture book was also turned over, Zhang Cheng seemed to have an understanding, looked up at the Taoist, and asked, "Who are you?"
"Poor Dao has no name and no surname, you can call me, Nameless Daoist" "The nameless Taoist is kind of interesting."
Zhang Cheng nodded, picked up another scripture and continued to read.
The nameless Taoist looked at Zhang Cheng quietly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and turned to leave.
In the days that followed, Zhang Cheng stayed in the Three Sages Temple, chatting with unknown Taoists about the insights in the Taoist scriptures in his spare time, listening to the bells every day, and his mood gradually became quiet.
The days continued like this, in the morning bell and the evening drum, Zhang Cheng gradually became like a nameless Taoist said, his mind was calm, there was no joy or sorrow, as if the past was left behind, and he only thought about reciting scriptures and refining the Tao every day.
Time passed slowly, and I gradually lost my age.
The pine tree outside the Sansheng Temple was only more than one person tall when Zhang Cheng came, but now, it has grown into a towering tree.
And Zhang Cheng finished reading the hundreds of volumes of Taoist scriptures in the Three Lives Concept, and began to read the notes left by the great powers of the previous generations, and his cultivation also changed from the original monk to the heavenly master, and he enjoyed a good reputation within a radius of hundreds of miles
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