Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 70
This is?

Confused eyes swept across the front. He had just woken up from the ghostly hallucination, and seemed to still be a little uncomfortable.
"father?"

"Son."

"It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up."

Holding back his excitement, he wiped away the tears from his eyes and smiled.

"Dad, where is Zhiyin?"

Yang Yiyun's face suddenly changed when he heard the words, he was about to say something cruel, and seemed to be thinking of something, he sighed leisurely: "Confused, confused."

"Jin'er, that Xiao Zhiyin was a Liyuan beauty 20 years ago. She committed suicide by hanging herself from a beam 20 years ago. What you saw was not a real person, she was clearly a ghost."

Yang Jin was stunned for a while, a little stunned.

"This~, how is it possible?"

"Zhiyin clearly said she would stay with me until we grow old together."

"How could it be a ghost?"

The typical situation is that the mind is obsessed by ghosts. If it is a ghost, you can still save it, but if you are obsessed with the mind, you can only get out on your own.

"The young monk has something to ask. I wonder if the young master encountered any strange things in Hanshan Temple?"

"Jin'er, this is the master invited by my father. If master has any questions, you need to explain everything."

Yang Jin glanced at Xu Zisu and nodded: "That day, I led my servant and two friends out to bid farewell to youth. I happened to hear the name of Hanshan Temple outside the city. Out of curiosity, I wanted to go and have a look. Originally, the two My friend refused, but couldn't bear my persistence, so he went with me. The scenery of the mountain temple is very good. Although the mountain temple looks desolate from the outside, once you enter, you will see a different kind of scenery."

"What kind of sight?"

"The monks in the temple were chanting sutras and worshiping the Buddha, and there was an endless stream of pilgrims coming and going. There were also scholars staying overnight in the guest rooms who were studying for exams by night light. The most important thing was that Zhiyin was in the temple. Zhiyin and I hit it off and we had a great conversation. We once had a drink together at Zhoutou, painted with Qingshan, and even made a date with each other."

"Zhiyin is really nice."

Looking at his son who was almost obsessed, Yang Yiyun suddenly lost his temper, and immediately scolded: "I told you for my father, Xiao Zhiyin had been hanged in Hanshan Temple [-] years ago, and Hanshan Temple was closed more than ten years ago. It has been vacant and dilapidated, and now there is no one there, there are so many pilgrims, in my father's opinion, you are simply obsessed with ghosts, how can my Yang family give birth to such a stunned species like you."

Yang Yiyun took a breath, looked at Yang Jin, whose eyes were still dull, and sighed.

"Your mother died young. Before she died, she told my father to speak to you in a nice voice and in a good voice. My father was also very angry just now. Don't blame your father."

"Also, your two friends have gone out a few days ago and have never come back. They are probably dead in Hanshan Temple. You survived by chance, so you can stay in your room and repent. Don't let me, the Yang family, die. After that."

After speaking, he hunched over and walked out.

Seeing this, Xu Zisu bowed and walked out.

The stone table in the courtyard,

Yang Yiyun sat down with a complicated expression on his face. Seeing this, Xu Zisu stepped forward and sat down.

"Benefactor Yang, it seems that your son is somewhat similar to you when you were young."

"What are you saying, little master? The dog is my biological son, so they are naturally alike."

After Yang Yiyun finished speaking, he couldn't help but be stunned, then raised his head and looked at Xu Zisu in surprise: "What do you mean, young master?"

"Almsgiver Yang, this is what I should ask you as a young monk. My son went to Hanshan Temple with several friends and servants. Why did they all die and he was the only one who survived? Is this a coincidence?"

"I think the problem should be with the donor."

As Xu Zisu finished speaking, Yang Yiyun's expression changed and he lowered his head helplessly.

"What a bad fate, what a bad fate!" "When I was young, my family was poor and I relied on the help of my neighbors to make a living. I also made great ambitions to get honors in order to repay them, but I failed several times and finally returned home in despair. Arrived in Hedong County."

"After I came back, I gradually became decadent. I drank like a zombie all day long. Those days were the unspeakable pain in my life."

"Later, I met a pear garden girl. She was extremely beautiful and had a gentle temperament. Every time I met me, I would give up a few coins. I think at that time, I was no different from a beggar, and she was the only one who looked at her differently."

"This lasted for more than a month, and I suddenly woke up. From then on, I gave up books and started doing business. I stopped talking about passing the imperial examination and spent my days floating in the business world."

"In just one year, I have become a rising star in Hedong County. After I became rich, I remembered my past kindness and often went to the Liyuan to support me. After going back and forth, I got to know that kind-hearted woman, whose name is Xiao Zhiyin, Nian Fang Twenty-three, I was already twenty-eight at that time."

"Perhaps due to the kindness of charity in the past, the two of us became close friends."

"But she never thought that she would fall in love with me. But at that time, I was already engaged to Jin'er's mother, the daughter of the Yang family."

"If she had said it in the first half of the month, maybe it wouldn't be the result it is now."

"On my wedding day, she hanged herself in Hanshan Temple because of her infidelity. I only found out about this after the fact."

Xu Zisu raised his head and looked at the blue sky and white clouds. He could no longer tell the truth in Yang Yiyun's words, but this woman was a miserable person.

Before meeting your beloved, you will spend the rest of your life thinking about it, and you will eventually taste the bitter consequences.
If you have thoughts in your mind, they will eventually turn into evil ghosts and commit murderous crimes.

Xu Zisu stood up slowly and walked out of Yang Mansion.
Regardless of whether they started in chaos and ended up giving up, or whether they were miserable mandarin ducks, committing endless crimes is committing evil, and those who do evil should be punished.

At Hanshan Temple outside Hedong City, the bells in the temple started ringing at midnight.

In the end, I missed the wrong person and did the wrong thing.

In the afternoon, Xu Zisu arrived at the so-called Hanshan Temple. The gloomy atmosphere inside the temple was overwhelming, and it had already turned into ghosts. Even before entering, you could still feel a faint chill.

Looking up from the mountainside, I saw a river island directly opposite. Perhaps there were passenger ships there in the past, but now, they can no longer afford the ferry.

There seemed to be a peach forest at the foot of the mountain, but now only a bare patch was left.

After walking up the mountain steps into the temple, it was indeed a different scene.

A young novice monk came over and saluted him: "Young monk has met your senior brother. I don't know if he is paying homage to the Buddha or paying homage to me."

"The little monk came from the Songjian mansion, and he wants to make an order to stay overnight, so I have to thank you senior brother."

"Senior brother, please."

When people in the Buddhist sect meet each other, but are not monks in the temple, to show respect, they all address each other as "senior brother".

Except, of course, the young.

Although the young monk looks to be only more than ten years old, it should be noted that this was a scene more than ten years ago. If he is still no younger than him now, it is not an exaggeration to call him senior brother.

Under the leadership of the young novice monk, Xu Zisu walked into a side room.

"It's late at night and cold, senior brother, don't go out."

"Thank you, brother."

Then the little novice closed the door and walked out.

Under the oil lamp, the entire Zen room was very clean and tidy, and even the bedding seemed to have been recently changed.

However, all this is just an illusion. The real Hanshan Temple is overgrown with vegetation and has no popularity. The Zen room has been exposed to wind and rain, and no one has cleaned it. It is also covered with dust, and the room is even more densely covered with cobwebs.

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