After venting, the little monk stared at the red eyes and slowly moved his gaze to Zhang Jinmei, who was already shaking.
After staring at her for a long time, he seemed to suddenly come back to his senses, and said to the young monk, "Senior brother, what should we do now?"
” The young monk was bold, he sneered, and also glanced at Zhang Jinmei, his eyes were lewd, "Senior brother, let's quickly dispose of the body of this old donkey, don't let this little lady wait." ” After speaking, he pinched Zhang Jinmei's pretty face, picked up the shovel that was dropped by the little monk, and dug it up in a muddy field where there were no vegetables.
Seeing this, the little monk also followed with two still shaking legs, picked up a wooden stick in the vegetable field, and dug up the soil with the young monk.
The old monk's bloody corpse was only a foot away from Zhang Jinmei, and the stinking blood was bubbling out of his head, flowing down the uneven ground towards her, Zhang Jinmei was disgusted and frightened, and her body writhed desperately, hoping that the blood would not flow to her hair.
But her attention was soon drawn to a strange noise, the sound of a shovel falling to the ground, but it didn't sound like it was smashing on a solid muddy floor, but on an empty shell.
The voice was very hollow, and the "bang" made Zhang Jinmei's heart tense suddenly.
"Dig it up."
There was a sense of relief in the young monk's words, he put down the shovel, bent down and looked down, then sneered, and said to the little monk, "This old donkey spent a lot of silver and prepared a coffin for himself early, but he never thought that he would be buried with these people in the end."
Let him be a merry ghost and go to the underworld to be happy with them. ” After that, he and the little monk lifted the old monk with their heads and feet, walked to the side of the big pit that had just been dug, and threw the body down.
Although she didn't see anything, smelling the stench mixed with the cold air, Zhang Jinmei also guessed what was buried in the pit.
She didn't know whether she should be happy or sad, because if the old monk didn't die, she would be the one who was thrown into the pit now.
She will be buried in the vegetable patch by these three thieves, like the women who happen to pass here, and will rot and sleep in the dark, never to see the light of day again.
However, at this moment, all the functions of her body seemed to be frozen by the wind and snow, and she couldn't even cry, she could only watch as the two figures, one tall and one short, in front of her kept shoveling up the dirt and then spilling it into the pit.
"Whew" Another gust of wind swept over the snow particles, this wind was amazingly strong, Zhang Jinmei was lying on the ground and was slightly shaken by it, not to mention the two monks standing on the ground.
They took a few steps back at the same time, shoveling their shovels and sticks into the ground before they managed to hold themselves down and look up at the dilapidated stone wall in front of them.
"Senior brother," the little monk said hesitantly after a while, "did you just see a dark shadow on the stone wall?"
” The young monk sighed and replied nonchalantly, "Maybe it's a night owl, and he ran away when the wind blew it." ” "Not quite like a cat," the little monk clutched his bare head, "I seem to see two soft wings, the soft wings on the official hat." ” "Soft wings?
You mean, the county magistrate can't lie on the wall and peek at us on this snowy day?
The young monk snorted disdainfully, "Senior brother, how can you say that you have strangled a few people with your own hands, but why are you still so daring?"
How can there be any soft wings on this wall, it is estimated that it is a bird that has stopped to rest, and you have seen it away. ” The little monk was a little embarrassed by him, lowered his head without saying a word, and continued to use a wooden stick to stir soil into the pit.
But just after a few moments, he stopped again, turned his face to the young monk and said, "Senior brother, something is wrong, I was in a hurry, and I forgot to take off the key from the old donkey's waist, otherwise the door of the temple would not have been able to be opened." ” The young monk stomped his foot, "Then go down and get the key." ” The little monk swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Shall I go?"
” The young monk pretended not to understand the meaning of his words, and only urged, "Go quickly, if you delay any longer, the chickens will crow, and it will be bad if others find out." ” The little monk had no choice but to throw down the wooden stick in his hand, and slipped down the edge of the pit little by little, and when the monk's shoes stepped on the jagged human bones below, he trembled all over, and a strong nausea rushed to the side of his throat.
He bent down and spit out all the contents of his stomach, and after spitting it out, he felt that his chest was a lot clearer, so he carefully stepped over the layers of bones twisted into various shapes, and walked towards the old monk.
Although only half of the old monk's face was left, the remaining eye had not yet closed, and the eyeballs turned up slightly, with residual anger inside, staring at the little monk viciously.
The little monk was seen by him like this, his legs were weak at that time, he squatted down tremblingly, put his head to the side, and scratched his hand on the old monk's waist a few times, but he didn't catch the set of keys.
"Senior brother, don't rub it off, we don't have much time."
The young monk's voice penetrated into his ears in the wind, he nodded fiercely, turned his face away with all his strength, lifted the old monk's robe, held the key in his hand, and pulled it outward, finally pulling it away from the waist of the old monk's trousers.
The little monk exhaled deeply, clutched the key and was about to stand up, but at this moment, a sudden chill on his wrist was grasped, and he was tightly grasped by a stiff thing.
He looked down and saw that one of the old monk's arms was standing straight up, his withered five fingers clasping his wrists, and his nails digging deep into his flesh.
The little monk screamed "ah", trying to get rid of the clamps of his fingers, he really couldn't understand why a person whose head had been broken could still catch himself, and he still held on so tightly, he couldn't break free.
"Wronged souls ask for their lives."
These four words floated through his mind, yes, it must be a wronged soul asking for his life, Master, he came to find him Thinking of this, all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away, his feet were numb, and the whole person fell next to the old monk's corpse, and he couldn't do anything except make a low throat in his mouth.