The young monk also heard the movement in the pit, and when he went to the edge of the pit to take a look, he was immediately frightened by the scene: the master was holding up one arm, and his hook-like fingers were tightly grasping the little monk's wrist, clutching his flesh and skin.
Fortunately, although he was afraid, his mind was still clear, and he remembered that there was a folk saying: although the body is dead, the spirit is not dead, so it can still respond to external stimuli.
I think it was the junior brother who touched the master's corpse that led him to make such a strange move.
Thinking of this, the young monk no longer hesitated, quickly slid along the edge of the pit into the pit, raised the shovel in his hand, and smashed it into the old monk's body.
Between the hands rising and falling, only the crisp sound of bones breaking could be heard, and the little monk who was shrunk aside was so frightened that he screamed, and unconsciously peed his pants.
Fortunately, after a heavy blow, the old monk's hand finally let go, and his arm hung weakly on the ground, like a soft snake, no longer able to stand up as straight as Fang Cai.
The young monk threw down the shovel, gasped heavily, and pulled up the little monk who was still squatting on the ground, "Senior brother, it's okay, he will die now, don't be afraid."
Speaking of this, seeing that the little monk was still covering his ears and silent, he glanced at his face, only to find that his eyes were stunned and uncertain, as if there was a precursor to madness.
The young monk said badly in his heart, thinking that this junior brother was probably stupid by what had just happened, and if he really went crazy in the future, how would it be good to tell them about the evil things they had done.
So, he hurriedly took the little monk's hand and walked towards the pit, and comforted him as he walked, "Senior brother, don't think about it, people will move after death, I have seen a lot of this kind of thing, senior brother, this is not a kind of unjust soul asking for life, you don't have to be scared." ” Hearing this, the little monk raised his head and looked at him, and said stupidly, "Master, he glared at me and dragged me, and I also heard him tell me that he was too lonely on the Huangquan Road and wanted me to walk with him." ” "Nonsense, why haven't I heard these words, I think you were frightened and confused, and you have hallucinations."
The young monk scolded.
"Senior brother," the little monk suddenly grabbed his sleeve tightly, "didn't you really hear that?"
Listen, Master, he's still talking, he's still calling your name, don't you really hear it?
” The young monk was a little angry, his thick eyebrows frowned, and he raised his hand to shake off the little monk, but at this moment, Zhang Jinmei's "woo" cry suddenly came from above, although the voice was small, he could hear the fear hidden inside.
At the same time, another gust of wind rolled down the wall and slammed into his back.
There is a strange fragrance in the wind, faint, but it seems to stick to the nose, which is unforgettable.
There were also some red silk-like things, which also drifted over with this gust of wind, as slender and agile as spider silk, and unconsciously, formed a huge web above the heads of the two monks.
Now, the young monk finally realized that something was wrong, and he turned his head sharply, but when he saw the thing on the wall, he was strangled by the red net that fell from the sky, and floated into the snowy night sky.
When he woke up from his coma, the young monk found himself lying on his stomach on a wilderness, the snow had stopped at some point, and a few faint glows of fireflies could be seen around him.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes in confusion: Isn't it winter?
How can there be a stream of fireflies?
Where is this?
Why is it that the surroundings are bare, and you can't even see a house or a mountain?
Thinking of this, he suddenly shuddered, and then recalled the figure he had seen before he fell unconscious: he wore a soft-winged black gauze hat, and only showed a head on the wall, and looked at himself with interest.
No, how did you see that the person was interested, that person's face was just a snow-white skull, a skeleton whiter than snow, without any flesh and skin, how could I see his demeanor and mood?
Thinking of this, he felt a terrible headache, and he didn't want to continue this thought.
He supported the ground with his hands, staggered to his feet, looked around, and was a little surprised to find that his junior brother was curled up not far away, as if he had not yet come to his senses.
He hurriedly walked over and patted the little monk on the face a few times, "Senior brother, hurry up, we have to hurry back to the temple, the pit has not been filled yet, and after a while, the woman's medicinal effect has passed, I am afraid that I will go to the government to sue the two of us, and then there will be trouble." ” The little monk opened his eyes in a daze, looked around, and asked slowly, "Senior brother, where is this?"
I only felt that my body was covered by a big net, and then the whole person floated up, why did I come here?
” The young monk shook his head, "I don't understand what happened, but the priority now is to rush back to the temple, and we'll talk about other things later." ” After speaking, he helped the little monk to his feet, and was about to step forward, but he was stunned again: they were surrounded by an endless wasteland, and there were no landmarks that could help the two of them identify their direction except for the dotted fireflies.
Today, they are like a boat in the ocean that has lost its course, not knowing where to go, let alone where it will eventually end.
After a long time, the little monk finally took the lead in opening his mouth, but his voice was very low, as if he was afraid of being listened to, "Senior brother, I think this thing is strange, we are already in the temple, how did we get here in vain?"
Who got us here?
” The young monk knew that this matter must have nothing to do with the skull, but he knew that the little monk was timid, and he was afraid that if he told the truth, he would lose all his courage, so he could only sit here and wait for death.
So he had no choice but to say, "Senior brother, it's better to take one step at a time than to stay where you are, maybe you can find a way out in a while." ” The little monk nodded, then grabbed his arm tightly, and the two of them supported each other and walked forward, along the way, no one said a word, only stared intently ahead, hoping that a house would appear not far away, no, even if it was a small river or a mountain bag, at least they could smell a trace of the world.
Fortunately, along the way, Liuying has always been there, and these flying insects have helped them light the way ahead, so that the two of them will not fall and fight in the fire.
After walking like this for about half a moment, the young monk suddenly stopped.
"Senior brother," his voice suddenly became excited, and his emotions became restless, he pointed ahead and said in a loud voice, "Look ahead, is that a fire candle?"
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