Spiritual recovery?It doesn't matter, I will speak out!

Chapter 1 Retaliation unique to defense

In midsummer, the heat and humidity did not abate even at night.

The noisy chirping of cicadas in the trees is even more disturbing.

But a park surrounded by this forest is extremely quiet and shady——

Los Angeles Cemetery.

At this time, in an inconspicuous corner, a young man was furtively observing the epitaphs on the tombstone one by one.

Finally, he stopped, squatted down slowly, picked up an apple from one of the tombstones, took a bite, took out his phone, turned around and took a picture of himself eating the apple together with the tombstone down.

Satisfied, he then sent the photo to someone on his contact list, along with an emotional voice:

"Stupid! You framed me for stealing, right? Fine, I'll satisfy you. I'll just fucking steal your mother's tribute from your mother's grave!"

After doing all this, he didn't leave in a hurry, but simply sat on the grave and watched the video, waiting for a reply.

Sure enough, within 2 minutes, a voice that lasted for more than a minute came over.

Because the other party spoke too quickly and was too emotional, the whole paragraph was like rap, and he didn't understand what the other party said, so he understood the last sentence - "Jiang Xi, you really deserve to die!"

Although he was scolded, Jiang Xi's face was about to die of laughter.

He likes to see this kind of clown jumping in a hurry.

If it weren't for consulting a lawyer and breaking the law by digging graves, he would have even planned to take a photo with the urn.

When he was still a baby, Jiang Shou was abandoned outside a small temple and was adopted by the old abbot of the temple. Because of his naive appearance and kind heart when he was a child, the old abbot gave him the name "Sie" I hope he can maintain a compassionate and compassionate heart in the face of everything.

But the facts have proved that no matter how innocent a child is, there may be a day when he grows crooked.

Until last year, when the old abbot heard Jiang Chou yelling at a pilgrim, "The poor monk is destined to pity you, the poor monk is destined to pity you", he finally couldn't bear it anymore, vented his ten-year-old vajra anger, and drove him down the mountain , and informed him of his surname, and returned the token with the word Jiang to him.

Jiang Xi, who came down the mountain, had no education and no work experience, so he had no choice but to go to the funeral parlor to work as a temporary worker with enthusiasm.

Although the salary is not high, it is more than enough to meet the living needs of one person and the whole family without hunger.

Until a few days ago, after the normal farewell party, a family member of the deceased who passed by him came to him and said that he stole things and stole the ring worth tens of thousands of yuan from the deceased.

No matter how Jiang Xi explained, it was useless. Putting surveillance and body searches were not effective. Anyway, the other party always had new arguments. In the end, not only the other party's family members thought so, but even the leaders of the funeral home became suspicious and asked him to temporarily Rest at home for a few days.

Although Jiang Xi didn't go to school, he had seen all kinds of people when he was a Zhike monk in the temple. Based on the impact of this incident on the funeral home, it was enough for him to pack up and leave.

It took a lot of effort to get this job. In order to prove that I was brave and careful, I carefully classified all the corpses according to the degree of damage of the corpses, and handed over a flow-through construction design plan. Only in exchange for this precious It's just a matter of time, if he loses his job because of this kind of thing now, he will absolutely not accept it.

Lying on the bed in the middle of the night, the more he thought about it, the more angry Jiang Xi took a taxi to the grave of the deceased who had already been buried to steal tribute.

The goal was achieved, the depression of the past few days was swept away, and Jiang Xi felt a lot more comfortable, and put the apple he had bitten into back in front of the monument.

"Ma'am, I'm not targeting you. Today's No. 14, I'll give you an Apple Fourteen. If you don't know how to use it, you can go home and ask your son at night."

After speaking, he got up and patted his trouser legs, ready to go home and sleep.

But at this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the originally peaceful cemetery.

It was obviously June, but the biting cold brought by the gust of wind gave Jiang Lan the illusion of standing naked on the mountain in the cold winter night.

He couldn't help shivering, and frowned, because at some point behind the tombstone, a woman who was bowing her head and sobbing appeared.

She was wearing a bright red wedding dress, kneeling on the ground, with her head down, unable to see her face clearly.

Jiang Xi was a little puzzled. He remembered that there was no such person when he came. Could it be because of the angle that he was blocked by the tombstone, so he didn't see it all the time?

Although he was expelled from the temple, it is impossible for him to say that he has not had any Buddha nature in the past ten years. When encountering such a thing, he would still instinctively want to see if there is anything he can do to help The place.

So Jiang Shou stepped forward generously, and comforted softly: "Crying so sad, is there someone dead in your family?"

Hearing this, the woman mechanically raised her head slowly.

In an instant, Jiang Xi frowned, and saw that the woman's eyes were extremely empty, literally, they were two dark and deep black holes!
Two lines of blood and tears gurgled from the corners of his eyes, dripped on the ground, and instantly turned into a pool of black water.

Jiang Xi touched his head in embarrassment, feeling a little guilty for his recklessness: "I said, it turned out that he was blind, no wonder he was crying behind the tombstone, tell me who died in your family, I will take you there Looking for graves, don't cry about other people's homes, don't outsiders know that the fat and water don't flow out?"

While Jiang Chou was speaking, the woman was in a daze.

She has lived in this cemetery for a hundred years, feeding on the evil thoughts and resentments of the freshly buried people. She is not weak, but the more powerful the existence, the more subtle things she can feel.

The man in front of him obviously exuded a strange aura, and ominous and evil thoughts lingered around him. It was just the tip of the iceberg that leaked out, and she was completely paralyzed.

Just looking at it, the woman's eye sockets felt a prickly pain, and tears of blood flowed out.

Who the hell is this thousand-year-old evil that came out in a micro-service private interview? !

Looking at the stunned woman, Jiang Xi, who had been waiting for a response for a long time, was a little impatient, and shrugged: "Forget it, you can do whatever you want, but before I leave, I still have to remind you that you are crying in front of your own dead. The behavior of others is not a kind of NTR, although it is not illegal, it is immoral."

The woman was horrified to find out, whether it was an illusion or not, when Jiang Xi said this sentence, the looming dangerous aura around him actually increased a bit.

And the evil and domineering evil thoughts that have been ingested secretly over the years, are now shrunk in the body and dare not move, as if they are firmly locked, which also means that now she, even ordinary people Not as good.

Boom, boom, boom.
Just when Jiang Xi left a certain distance, and the woman was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the crisp knocking sound came from not far away.

Jiang Xi was a little dazed, subconsciously turned around.

Before I knew it, I hadn't heard this familiar voice for more than a year.

Following the sound, a middle-aged monk who was knocking on a wooden fish and wearing a monk robe that had been washed and turned white appeared in sight.

His legs moved slowly, but the speed was not slow at all. It was almost a flash of magic, and the monk actually crossed tens of meters.

He looked at the woman who had obviously been greatly impacted, and smiled sweetly:
"Let the poor monk save you."

Without waiting for the woman to respond, he hastily knocked on the wooden fish, and threw out a diamond bowl, which covered the woman in a flash. At this time, the vajra bowl has returned to the monk's hands.

The whole process was smooth and smooth, and the monk always had a benevolent smile on his mouth. All this seemed so light to him, just walking around in a leisurely manner.

This made Jiang Xi who was watching the play amazed, and couldn't help asking:

"Who are you looking so handsome? Which mountain are you from?"

The monk obviously didn't notice that there was another person beside him. He was startled, and the wooden fish almost fell to the ground unsteadily.

But he quickly managed his expression well, and looked at Jiang Xi kindly: "Benefactor, I."

Before he could finish his sentence, just one glance made his eyes round, almost popping out of their sockets.

The monk seemed to have seen something horrifying, stepped back and leaned against the tombstone behind him, pointed at Jiang Xie, and yelled in a broken voice:

"Hehe. Where is the evildoer!!?"

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