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The monk's behavior became increasingly abnormal.

In fact, from the beginning of the dream, when the monk started talking, he showed an abnormal state.

The posture and content of the conversation with the Buddha statue are not the postures that normal people would make. Even if he has a certain purpose and possesses a certain ability, this behavior reveals some abnormality in his character.

So far, I have never seen anyone show such an attitude towards paranormal events.

Needless to say, the people of Qingye are somewhat accustomed to supernatural events and take them calmly, but they are a little disgusted in their hearts. Even Wu Ling studies various spells in the hope of eliminating supernatural events.

Others may be proud of their own abilities, happy to create chaos and terror, and ambitious, but they are all players in the game, and everything they do carries a strong sense of purpose.

Only this monk, as an outsider, was watching some kind of performance, enjoying it and immersed himself in it.

I stared at the monk's face for a long time.

I don't know this person. I knew this from the first moment I saw him.

It's a bit strange that someone I don't know and have never met becomes the object of my dream possession.

However, the dream began in the cave where the Buddha statues were located. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the Buddha's head... I don't know if those Buddha statues had some influence.

The monk no longer cared about my thoughts and moved forward slowly, opening and closing his lips and reciting some kind of scripture.

What he used should be Sanskrit. I don't know if it's the tone of Sanskrit itself, or if it's his rhythmic chanting that gives the scriptures a sense of mystery.

I slowly followed him.

Gradually, I heard sounds outside the scriptures.

That soft, faint cry...

I looked around and saw no one, but there were residential buildings on both sides. Maybe it was a house where someone was crying.

My steps didn't stop.

The crying was not in the direction I was going, nor behind or to my left or right.

The voice was like a ghost, floating around me with no fixed location.

It was completely dark. The moon is covered by dark clouds.

The sound of monks chanting sutras and strange cries were mixed together, and in front of them was the source of Yin Qi.

I couldn't help but get goosebumps all over my body.

The cries grew louder and clearer.

I gradually realized that the crying was the sound of many voices mixed together.

Men's voices, women's voices, and occasionally the cry of a child. All the cries were suppressed, no one cried loudly, just a few sobs from time to time.

Among the cries, there was a little more moaning, and the painful moans were mixed in, creating a blurry scene in people's minds.

Is it abuse, beating, or suffering from illness?

How can so many people make the same noise?

And...what is that ghost doing?

My questions were quickly answered.

The monk led the way and the two of us arrived in front of a villa.

The three-story small bungalow has no design aesthetics, but it looks very spacious and can accommodate many people.

The house number is very ordinary, it is a general martial art, with big numbers and the road name marked in small characters below.

This place occupies a house number. It doesn't look like a residential building on either side. There is a tea garden behind it. The location can be said to be excellent.

I looked at the surrounding buildings. There were no signs on them, but they seemed to be warehouse-type houses with not many windows.

The monk rang the doorbell under the house number, and the sound of "ding dong——" seemed particularly abrupt at night.

This kind of doorbell ringing in the middle of the night always makes people feel scared.

The crying that I heard in my ears stopped. The monk also stopped chanting sutras because he had reached his destination.

The sound of the doorbell echoed in the villa and slowly dissipated.

The villa and the surrounding buildings still seemed like empty buildings without people, and no sound was heard.

The monk waited for a while and rang the doorbell again.

Ding——dong——

I shivered and wanted to back away a little.

It wasn’t that I was frightened by this scene, or that the yin energy in the villa had changed, but that at that moment, I felt that many things in the entire Qingcha Village seemed to have woken up, and they all looked here.

It's hard for me to accurately capture this feeling.

It seemed that at this moment, my perception was magnified countless times, and I could see and hear the situation in the entire Qingcha Village.

In the streets, houses, tea gardens... there seemed to be things stretching their bodies, turning their heads, and focusing on me.

The monk chanted "Buddha", turned around and said to me: "This place is alive."

"What?" I blurted out.

The monk's words almost evoked my psychological shadow.

Qingcha Village is alive, doesn't it mean there is a spirit? I encountered spirits several times, but nothing good came of it.

That's really not an easy thing to deal with.

I'd rather meet an evil ghost.

The monk seemed to smile and turned his head back, "Don't you understand?"

He rang the doorbell again.

The sound of the doorbell was like a loud bell, spreading out all at once.

"After a person dies, he does not become a ghost immediately, nor is he reincarnated immediately. That period of time is the time when the soul remains in the human world. The remaining soul has no consciousness, only numb instincts."

The monk said and pressed again.

Ding——dong——

"The seniors in the grotto guard this place and always save the remaining souls immediately and send them to the underworld for reincarnation. This place has been peaceful for a long time. There are no ghosts, no spirits, and no insignificant little thoughts."

Ding——dong——

"However, their techniques are too crude. Judging from the clothes and hairstyles of those Buddha statues, they are Buddhists from the 16th century, and they are descendants of the Guangshan Sect that emerged in the 16th century."

Ding——dong——

"From the current perspective, Guangshan Sect is just a drop of water in the ocean. It was born at the wrong time and evaporated just after it was born. It has not left much impact on Buddhism as a whole."

Ding——dong——

"The path followed by the Guangshan Sect is to save people in the world, accumulate merit, complete one's own transformation, ascend to the Paradise of Paradise after death, and escape from the reincarnation of the underworld."

Ding——dong——

"But for the world, the attitude held by the Guangshan Sect is that they should practice in reincarnation, so that they can achieve enlightenment during a certain reincarnation and take refuge in their inheritance."

Ding——dong——

The monk let go of his hand and turned to look at me.

Several doorbell ringings produced an echo effect, and the echoes continued to spread outwards. Before the first echo ended, a second echo had appeared, and all the sounds were intertwined together.

I just felt dizzy and my eardrums felt like they had been hit with a heavy hammer.

The feeling of being watched is gone, but it's not that those things are gone, it's that they've shifted focus.

"In this way, a problem arises, a problem that goes against a certain theory of the past and present." The monk looked at me with an expression of compassion and regret on his face, "A long time ago, a master discovered that part of the soul. The remaining period is the period when people think about whether they have any remaining wishes and whether they are willing to join a new reincarnation. The regrets, sorrows, happiness, and joy of this life all need to be let go during this period, which is the earliest period in the soul. It was done after entering the underworld, but after a certain big change, this period was moved to after death. From then on, when entering the underworld, a soul should stay in the world without thinking about it. , they turn into ghosts. In Buddhism, the salvation of remnant souls and ghosts is to assist those souls in reflection and introspection. It is not us, but them who make the final decision. Guangshan Sect deprives this process of living. For people, there are no more troubles. For the dead, they will enter reincarnation in a daze and be reborn. Or, worse, they will be trapped in the gap between the underworld and the human world, unable to move forward or retreat. "

The monk didn't look back and pressed his finger on the doorbell accurately.

When——when——

This time, I really heard the bell.

Along with the bells, there was the sound of something breaking.

Kara... Kara...

I felt several yin energy coming out of the entire Green Tea House.

The strongest one is on the hill where the grotto is located!