The little monk looked forward, and saw a looming fire not far away, he was overjoyed, and his steps became faster, let go of the young monk, and ran towards the red light alone.
The young monk was not willing to be left behind, and ran forward with him, but although the fire seemed to be close, in fact there was still some distance between the two, and when they ran closer, they were already sweating, and their legs and feet were sore, so they could only hold on to a nearby stone tablet, bending over and panting.
"Senior brother, this is actually a big temple."
After finally resting his strength, the little monk looked at the magnificent red wall and gray tile house in front of him, and said this sentence with tears and laughter.
He had been suppressed by fear for too long, and his emotions were suddenly released, and he was a mixture of joy and sorrow, and tears flowed all over his face.
"That's right, this is a temple, although it is a Taoist temple, but Buddhism and Taoism are not separated, we are saved."
The young monk also sobbed excitedly, and hurriedly followed the little monk into this solemn temple together.
If the two of them were not so excited at the moment, they would have noticed that the temple was strange, and all four of its walls were "hissing" white smoke, as if it were floating in the sky.
To their surprise, the huge temple was empty, with nothing but a row of candles and a few thick pillars on the offering table.
The candle flame flickered, illuminating the open space in front of the offering table, but the rest of the hall was still dark, as if there was a hard wall separating the warm candlelight.
The little monk walked around the main hall, but found that there was nothing in the dark except for the thick inky black, so he lowered his voice and asked, "Senior brother, how come there is an offering table in this temple, but there is no statue of a god, it's strange." ” The young monk was silent, his eyes were now drawn to something above the candle: it was a red thread, bright red like blood, floating above the candle flame, dreamlike, ethereal.
"Senior brother, this red silk" Before he finished speaking, a very soft sound suddenly sounded from behind.
"Goo."
The two monks turned their heads at the same time, their eyes on the dark corner behind them.
There was a large iron pot in the corner, and there was no firewood underneath the pot, but the contents were steaming outward.
"Goo."
Again, and then the sound became denser and louder, and the sound went on and on.
The two monks glanced at each other, but finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in their hearts, and walked towards the cauldron step by step.
When they were still a few feet away from the corner, they stood still because a wave of heat smashed their heads and faces, rushed to their bodies, and almost set the monk's robes on fire.
"Senior brother, why is it so hot here?"
The little monk stammered and looked ahead.
"It looks like a grease pot."
The young monk's heart suddenly swelled with a strong uneasiness, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a cold hand, and he couldn't breathe.
The little monk tiptoed and looked into the oil pot, "Senior brother, there seems to be something in this pot, up and down, and I don't know what it is?"
” At the same time as he said this, the young monk's nose suddenly entered a smell of flesh, greasy and greasy, which made his chest surge with a sudden nausea.
He grabbed the little monk's arm, "Senior brother, don't look at it." ” But it was still a step too late, and the little monk's body shook violently, and his eyes fell straight on the ups and downs in the oil pot, and he couldn't move it anymore.
"Senior brother, are those things in the pot the master?"
The young monk took a step ahead of him to see the burnt corpses in the pot, and also saw the master's half-broken head, his eyes were still there, but after being fried in hot oil, they had jumped out of their sockets and hung on a shredded piece of meat, and went up and down with the bubbling hot oil.
The little monk couldn't hold back any longer, he rushed to a pillar with his stomach in his hands, and vomited outward, but the contents of his stomach had already been vomited, he retched for a long time, nothing came out, and his chest was still uncomfortable.
"Senior brother, something is wrong with this place, something is wrong," the young monk muttered to himself, pulled up the little monk who was squatting on the ground, and yelled at his already frightened and stupid face, "Let's go quickly, get out of here, quickly." ” But the general ran two steps, but a hoarse voice sounded behind him, "Apprentice, save the teacher, this pot is so hot, and the teacher's internal organs will be burned." ” The two monks screamed at the same time, but their heads involuntarily twisted back, and at this moment, they saw the most terrifying scene in their lives: the two arms of the old monk who had been broken were holding the edge of the oil pot, his head floating on the hot oil, and his mouth was closed and shouted at them.
Seeing such a strange scene, the little monk weakened his legs when he boarded, and he collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up again.
After all, the young monk was bolder, but his legs were also as if he did not obey the call, one foot deep and one foot shallow, obviously running in the direction of the door, but he staggered into a stone pillar.
Master's cry for help became louder and louder, and it seemed that he had come behind him, and his voice was hoarse and sorrowful, as if he had been scalded by boiling oil.
The young monk couldn't walk anymore, he hugged the stone pillar in front of him, and barely hung his body on it, so that he wouldn't collapse to the ground like a little monk.
However, when I touched the stone pillar with my hand, I felt that it was uneven, as if it was engraved with a font.
He slowly raised his head, and finally saw the thrilling big words on the stone pillar: Evil is more than my family.
"Evil is more than my own fear" He repeated this sentence faintly, and suddenly a penetrating chill penetrated into his chest, and his body involuntarily lay on the ground, curled up into a ball, and his forehead slammed into the floor, "I was wrong, I was wrong, let me go, I really know that I was wrong" "Senior brother, senior brother, how can there be so many red lines here?
What the hell, stay away from me, stay away from me" The frightened voice of the little monk suddenly drifted into his ears, he was startled, slowly raised his head, looking for prestige, only to see countless red threads slowly falling from the top of the hall, like spring rain, weak, soft, overwhelming towards the two of them.
"Huh."
There was a faint sound behind the offering table, and a shallow shadow moved out of the darkness that the candlelight could not penetrate.
It turned out that he had been there all along, waiting for the two monks long before they arrived, like a spider waiting for its prey that was about to be caught.