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"Late at night, Horikawa High School.After school hours, all the students at the school have already gone back.Under the light prepared by the school, the monks of Kinkakuji Temple were still chanting scriptures in the open space."
Senior brother, now it's my turn to preside over the ceremony, and the principal has already prepared a meal for us in the auditorium, so let's fill our stomachs while it's not cold yet." ”Walking out of the direction of the school auditorium, a monk said to the senior brother who had been sitting in front of the open space and beating the wooden fish."
Then I'll trouble you, junior brother."
Hearing the monk's words, Shinmasa, a monk of Kinkakuji Temple who was beating the wooden fish, stopped the movement of his hand, turned his sore wrist and thanked his junior brother, and then handed the Qianzhi in his hand to the other party."
That's what I'm supposed to do."
Qianzhi, who was handing over the letter, whispered back to the monk on the side.Because of the canopy, most of his face was hidden in shadows, revealing only a small part of his mouth.Twisting his stiff body, which had been stiffened from sitting cross-legged for a long time, Nobuyasa stood up from his position and looked back at the monks of Kinkakuji behind him, only to see that they were all sitting cross-legged around one by one, clasping their hands together and chanting the "Great Compassion Mantra" in a low voice.Turning to his hard-working companion and clasping his palms, Shinmasa walked towards the school hall with stiff steps.And as Shinsho left, the monk with the Gandhi in his hand sat down in his place, raised the Gandhino in his hand and struck the wooden fish.Tu-tu-tu-, with the scriptures behind him, began to chant in a low voice.With the "Great Compassion Mantra" constantly coming from the clearing, Shin Zheng strode into the auditorium.Because it was only temporarily placed for the monks of Kinkakuji Temple, the whole hall did not turn on too many lights, and only a lone lamp was lit in the corner, where the food of Nobumasa and others was prepared."
Haven't you eaten yet, everyone?"
Coming to the prepared dishes, Shin Zheng looked at the most of the well-placed lunch boxes on the table with some surprise.He had thought he would be the last one to come.Unexpectedly, in addition to him, there were so many junior disciples left who did not eat."
Then you have to eat it quickly, you can't let the rest of the junior brothers go hungry."
Thinking that there were still so many junior disciples outside who had not eaten, Xinzheng's heart swelled with a little apology, and he reached out to pick up a box of vegetarian dishes from the table, the light vegetarian rice made people unable to raise too much appetite, no wonder he called his junior brother only to describe it as a stomach.Although, in Japan, monks or owners of the inheritance system due to different schools can drink wine, eat meat and even get married, and most of the forest rules and disciplines do not have to be observed, but they are only small temples, and the status of monks is more of a family business than a religion for them.However, for an orthodox temple like Kinkakuji, the precepts still exist.Open the lunch box in your hand, pick up the chopsticks inside, and whisper a prayer.Shin was picking up a piece of tofu and was about to put it in his mouth, when suddenly a fishy smell wafted into the tip of his nose."
What does this smell like?"
Frowning, he stopped the chopsticks in his hand."
Could it be that the rat died somewhere?"
Such a thought came to Shinzheng's mind, and he suddenly felt a great loss of appetite.Click--and-click—however, just as Shinmasa was guessing the cause of the foul smell, a dull sound of footsteps suddenly sounded from the auditorium."
Who is it?"
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Shinsho subconsciously turned his head to look at the looming shadow in the shadows of the auditorium.Frowning, he asked tentatively, "Which junior brother is it?"
”He thought it was the junior brother who rested to fill his stomach.Click-click-click-click-and-click-and-yet, in the face of Shinmasa's inquiry, the figure in the shadows did not make any reply, but continued to walk in a dull manner towards the monk's location.With the sound of footsteps that kept ringing, the doubts on Xinzheng's face deepened a little."
Is it the benefactor of Horikawa High School?"
However, he continued to suppress the puzzlement in his heart and continued to ask."......" is just that, no matter how the letter in the auditorium asks, the figure that appears does not answer.It just followed the sound of dull footsteps, and little by little it walked towards the place where the monk was.That's it, in unhurried movement.Under the faint light of the auditorium, Nobumasa finally got a clear view of the visitors.However, instead of helping Shinsho to solve his confusion, this result made the originally puzzled expression on his face distorted and horrified.I saw that what appeared under the light of the auditorium was a living plaster statue.The statue was bare and headless on its neck, holding a sharp machete, and approached Nobumasa little by little.Although he has no head, Nobumasa can clearly feel that the target of this plaster statue is himself."
How is this possible, why ......"
Looking at this plaster statue moving alive, the indifferent expression that Nobumasa had always maintained on his face disappeared.The meal in his hand fell to the floor and spilled all over the hall floor.Xinzheng kept shaking his head, and retreated to the position behind him in a panic."
Could it be that everything in Horikawa High School is true, all of this is really a ghost and a god!"
Boom!
In a panic, Shin's backward body hit the edge of the pulpit, but he himself had no time to care about it.Looking at the headless statue in front of him, wielding a sharp machete, constantly approaching him.Shinzheng reached out and touched the Buddhist beads around his neck, and then he woke up."
When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering.Relic!
The color is not different from the void, the emptiness is not different from the color, the color is empty, and the empty is the color.The same is true of what you want to do.Relic!
It is the emptiness of the Dharma ......" holding the Buddha beads in his hand and reciting the Heart Sutra aloud in his mouth, trying to use the Dharma to resist the ghosts and gods.However, no matter how Shinzheng recited the Buddhist scriptures, the headless statue in front of him seemed to have no effect, and continued to move towards him little by little with dull footsteps."
It's useless, the Buddhist scriptures are useless!"
Seeing that his last hope was shattered, Shinzheng's face couldn't help but show a desperate expression.In desperation, his gaze swept over the corner of the auditorium's podium, where several familiar corpses seemed to fall."
That's ......"
Looking at the corpses, a trace of horror flashed in Shinzheng's eyes.However, before he could say anything, the headless statue had already come to him, raised the machete in his hand and waved it down."
Ahh“…… Sir Ra Sangha, Amu Yaya, Su Po Ha.Sampa Maha, Asida night.Su Po He.Jira, Asida Night.Su Po He.Padama, Kashita night.Su Po He.In the auditorium, there was a terrible scream ......of the letter.In the open space, the monks of Kinkakuji Temple sat together, but they continued to recite the "Great Compassion Mantra" as if they were unconscious.In front of him, a monk holding a ganda in his hand knocked on the wooden fish, and bright red blood flowed from his neck.