Creation: I Am Azathoth

In the ghost town of Loulan, all residents have become marionettes.

He remained motionless, staring blankly in the direction of the city center.

It was a city within a city, and the closer you got to it, the clearer the whispers that could not be spoken became clearer.

Everyone suspected that the evil thing was inside.

What's the situation now?

Everyone followed the gazes of the residents and saw that the gate of the city within the city opened with a "creaking" sound.

Oil-green light was lit in the hall, as if inviting everyone to enter.

"It's a bit like a cult sacrifice."

"Ten thousand ghosts worship, this is more evil than cult sacrifices!"

"Are we going in?"

"It might be weirder inside than outside!"

"Enter?"

"We also went around in this city. Apart from this city within the city, where else have we not been?"

"There are still residents' houses that have not been visited."

"If you think there is a way out, where is it? Where is the way to break the situation?"

"City within a city."

Everyone discussed for a while, and finally had to step into the city within the city.

And at this moment, 390, a voice suddenly sounded:

"Wait a minute, everyone!"

At this time, the voice of the ancient ascetics.

There is a Dao voice in this ghost town?

When everyone turned around, they saw a bald monk wearing cassock walking out of a residential house.

Everyone was very vigilant, after all, everything in the ghost town seemed weird and abnormal.

"You are?"

Lin Qing couldn't help clenching the gun in his hand, and the well-trained police officers of the Anomaly Bureau around him had already aimed at it.

The bald old man saw that everyone was guarding, he took half a step back to express his kindness, and then said:

"The poor monk is the soul of the dead in the ancient city of Loulan. He was a Buddhist. After the city was destroyed, he barely maintained his clarity with a little bit of Buddha nature.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay when they heard the words, there are actually sane ghosts in this ghost place?

Lin Qing still did not let go of her vigilance and asked:

"Your name, and how to prove that you have nothing to do with evil things?"

The bald monk clasped his hands together, said "Amitabha", and said:

"The poor monk has forgotten his name and dharma name."

"Also, I can't prove my innocence, the people I know have turned into ghosts.

"But there are some things I can tell you."

"This city was destroyed 1,800 years ago. The living can't get in, and the dead can't get out."

"If you want to leave, you must carry the stone tablet in the center of the palace on your back."

"It's just that there are many ghosts in the palace, and your chances of getting the stele are slim, especially with so many burdens.

The bald monk pointed to the people behind him, and signaled to these disciples who had just started for more than a month, that they would die if they entered.

"What if we put them outside?" Tang Yingmeng, the leader of Tianshi Mansion, asked.

The bald monk shook his head and said:

"After another two hours, they will become ghosts and cannot survive."

"If you really want to go in, you can keep these young ascetics in my house."

"These ghosts will not enter the house, and I can also use the Buddha statue in the house to suppress the ghosts until you come out.

Lin Qing frowned, looked at Mo Xiangnan, and asked:

"Can you trust this monk?"

Mo Xiangnan's expression was still indifferent, he seemed to be paralyzed, and said:

"Bringing them in will definitely kill us, and (cadb) may even implicate us, so why not stay outside and take a gamble?"

Everyone had to give it a go.

After all, time is running out, if you stay here for a minute longer, death will be closer.

Half of the arms of many people have completely turned into miserable green.

The five schools of Taoism will leave abnormal games for those with insufficient cultivation bases and players with a level lower than LV4.

Surprisingly, Meng Yi was also left behind.

He is strong enough, and he is also a policeman of the Abnormal Bureau, so he should have gone to the palace to act as a combat force.

It was Mo Xiangnan's opinion to keep Meng Yi, and Lin Qing did not object.

Mo Xiangnan patted Meng Yi's shoulder and said:

"Be careful with the monk, there is something wrong with him, protect your brothers and sisters, I will be back soon."

Meng Yi glanced at his senior brother and nodded to understand.

The weaker transcendents were left behind, and the bald monk led them into the house.

The rest of the people also stepped into the palace to look for the stone tablet to get out of trouble.

As soon as Meng Yi entered the house, he saw the bald monk adding firewood and boiling water in a large pot, as if preparing to cook.

The bald old monk had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, even if he turned into a ghost, he didn't have the slightest ghostly aura.

As he said, he maintained his clarity with a trace of Buddha nature.

"Master, we don't want to eat." Meng Yi said.

"I know." The old monk replied.

Meng Yi frowned, feeling a sense of not forgetting.

He suddenly remembered that the old monk said that he "used to be a Buddhist".

was...

Isn't he a Buddhist now?

Buddhists do not kill.

Buddha crosses all things.

Even in hell, there are Ksitigarbha Bodhisattvas who hold the concept of "the hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha".

Therefore, even if a monk turns into a ghost, he can still be a Buddhist.

Meng Yi looked at the old monk warily and took a step back.

But the door behind him closed instantly!

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry, have a meal...I'm so hungry"

The old monk murmured and turned around.

His eyes had turned into miserable green, and bloody saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

The old monk is no longer a Buddhist, he committed the great precept of killing!.