Enchanter

No.60 Avalokitesvara in eight chapters, finger bone relic

"What's the matter, what happened later?" I have to say that when the old Zhao told the story, it was like singing a big drama and talking about storytelling. go in.

"Later! Hmph, how can you tell me what happened later?" Old Zhao shook his head with a wry smile, sighing every word: "When the cremation worker pushed Zhang Xiuting's body into cremation When I was in the furnace, within a few seconds, there were her screams, one after another, scratching people's scalps."

"Screams? Isn't this Xiuting dead? Could it be that she wasn't dead at that time?" Yin Hui's brows twisted into Sichuan characters, throwing three question marks in a row.

Old Zhao didn't speak until the end, and then nodded in pain. With trembling hands, he took a few puffs of the pipe and pot in his mouth, but when he realized that there was no lit tobacco in it, he lowered his arms in disappointment. .

"It seems that it may be a nervous shock, just a suspended animation. When it is stimulated by the outside world, the brain turns again," said the old Zhaotou.

"After that, did Zhang Xiuting survive?" Yin Hui asked urgently.

"Hmph, boy, people's hearts are not old, and six desires are not born, do you think Huang Chen will let her survive?" A strange look suddenly burst into the eyes of old Zhao, and he smiled strangely, and then he felt lingering fear. He took a deep breath: "At that time, I heard from Sun Faxue that several young masters at the scene heard that something was wrong inside, and they all wanted to go up and pull her out to have a look. If she was still alive, she would be sent directly to the hospital. It could save a life. But Huang Chen yelled at them, and then stepped up, directly; pulled down the power switch."

Speaking of this, Old Zhao's trembling hands shook more and more, and the cigarette pot in his hand fell to the ground involuntarily, and there was a "clang" impact note, which made everyone have goosebumps.

"The moment the temperature rose, there was a heart-piercing cry for help from the furnace, the cremation furnace was scratched by fingernails, and drops of blood seeped out along the white paint surface of the cremation furnace. Haha, haha..." When the old Zhao said this, he ignored the fear in the hearts of several people and continued to shout out of control: "Do you know what Zhang Xiuting has been shouting? She has been shouting, the child is innocent , please, let my child live, please, let me give birth to the child before I die, please let me taste the happiest thing of being a woman."

Everyone was moved by Zhang Xiuting's great maternal love, but no one dared to help.

Old Zhao covered his face with his hands, and buried his head deeply between his knees.

Tang Yan and Shen Feifei had already been crying in each other's arms, as if they were listening to a great love story.

Only Yin Hui clenched his fists, thinking of the mayor's gentlemanly appearance, Yin Hui really wanted to beat this man to the ground with one punch, but he was still a man, so he really humiliated the man.

What shocked him was that he didn't expect that a Taoist hermit like Lao Zhaotou, who didn't eat the fireworks of the world, would be moved by this incident.

maybe!A master is not a master who has no feelings. He who can distinguish right from wrong, good from evil, and understand the warmth and coldness of human feelings is the real master that people yearn for.

"When the high temperature of thousands of degrees gradually turned off, the whole room gradually became quiet. Everyone's feet were sweating all over the floor. They couldn't bear the fright, and even sat down on the ground, muffled. The most difficult thing to find is a job, let alone a high salary? So that no one would take a risk for an irrelevant matter. Huang Chen even said that it is already like this, everyone is a grasshopper tied to a rope , once something happens, no one can escape, they are all accomplices. Of course, in order to appease the mood, he gave everyone five times the salary of the month, which can be regarded as a big stick to feed a sweet date. , Turn on the stove, and use a hook to go out###, Zhang Xiuting died, this time it was not a fake death, but completely burned to ashes under Huang Chen's eyes. The strange thing is that she burned out a lot of ashes, because It also contained another little life. Things went well, and Huang Chen was sweating, but no one expected that seven days later, the real catastrophe would come!" Old Zhao's voice was up and down, and The talk was also very vivid, and everyone couldn't help but be attracted by his emotional fluctuations. They stared at Old Zhao Tou in a very orderly manner, and listened to Old Zhao Tou talking about the events of the year.

"Seven days later, that is the girl's first seven days. On the outer wall of the cremation furnace, a large amount of blood spots suddenly seeped out, splashing profusely on the snow-white paint, like peach blossoms, very strange. The museum was helpless. , I had to call a technician to repaint it, but the strange thing is that no matter how many times I paint, those dark red blood stains will still show up. Moreover, in the middle of the night, bright human blood will flow from those blood spots, The entire cremation furnace was dyed red! According to the security guard who watched the night, he heard the creaking sound of nails scratching the iron sheet many times in the furnace, as well as the miserable cry for help, as if it came from the trapped soul trying to escape The desperate struggle of the cremator."

Later, under pressure, Huang Chen had no choice but to close the recently purchased cremation furnace, remove the iron door, and seal the big lock of the cremation furnace with cement, turning it into a completely impenetrable, Can't get out of the secret room.But this method is obviously palliative, not the root cause. It didn't take long for the funeral parlor to start killing people one after another. It wasn't until the seventh person that the accidental casualties gradually stabilized.But in the same period of time in the second year, seven more died, and there was no interruption thereafter.And at this time of year, as long as it is night, the abandoned cremation furnace will make the sound of nails scratching the iron sheet..."

For a while, people in the funeral home were panicked, and no one dared to continue to do it. Compared with money, the brain is more important!It wasn't until the appearance of the old Zhaotou that he was able to take this scoop back.After learning the whole story, thinking that the person who needs to tie the bell to untie the bell, Old Zhao decided to go to the cemetery himself. The strong obsession in him has become impossible to be overthrown.And because the funeral home's feng shui is part of Juyin Pond, the curses and grievances from all directions are absorbed by this Xiuting little by little, and the accumulation becomes more and more. Now, how can I resist it?

But this Zhao Deshui is not a person who can be glimpsed. He has traveled all over the world, and he has traveled through three mountains and five mountains. What world has he not seen?He took his leave immediately, rushed to the White Horse Temple in Henan, and found his good friend, the host of the White Horse Temple: Abbot Zecheng.Abbot Cheng is also an interesting person. Zhao Deshui's emphasis on exorcising evil spirits and suppressing ghosts is an extermination, but he emphasizes the word "persuasion". Although they are completely opposite, they lead to the same goal.

You have to ask how the priest and the monk became good friends. There is a little story in it. It is said that Abbot Zecheng once went to visit other monks in other places and met a lonely ghost in a hotel. However, if he was about to run away, he would be successful. If he wanted to take him in, it would be safe, but he insisted on taking this wooden fish and blocking the kid in the house, neither letting him leave nor escaping. I read the Avalokitesvara Heart Sutra for three days and three nights just to influence him, but in the end he was fine, but the little ghost cried... Great monk, you are a fool, can't we be reincarnated?At that time, Zhao Deshui was next door, so he was also fooled, so he made friends with this old monk after a while.After hearing this, Abbot Zecheng frowned, meditated for a while, and said a Zen language, which probably meant: Old monk, I am not in good health, and I think I will have to burp tomorrow. , you put my relic in the Guanyin statue in my meditation room and bring it back, and suppress it on Xiuting's grave, so that you can restrain her resentment, but your own Dharma is limited, and this Guanyin statue also has a shelf life. What happens in the future depends only on your luck.

Sure enough, the old monk Zecheng passed away the next day. According to his instructions, Zhao Deshui brought Zecheng's phalanx relic and Guanyin statue to the funeral parlor, and did as he asked.Things were calmed down.But Zhao Deshui knew that this thing could cure the first day of the junior high school, but not the fifteenth day.

Old Zhao raised his eyes, looked at the teacup on the table, took a deep sip, then poured another cup, drank it, some warmth rose in his heart, and his complexion eased a lot.

"It's just that I really didn't expect it to happen so quickly." After suppressing the shock, the fear in Old Zhao's expression was no longer so strong.