The Last Train to Hell

I always feel that darkness is a temptation to me, but I dare not go deep into this temptation directly.

I think it would be terrible if I really went in.

I walked forward uncontrollably, and the further I walked, the less light shone on me.

On the contrary, the darkness, which originally occupied only half of my body, has now occupied most of my body.

When I felt that my eyes were about to be immersed in the darkness, a loud shout suddenly came from my ears.

It didn't sound like a loud shout, but it seemed like the sound of a heavy object hitting.

I suddenly came to my senses and opened my eyes to see the sunset outside.

The sound of bells echoed in my ears, melodious and extremely peaceful.

I suddenly understood what the sound was that took me away from the darkness, it was these bells.

In the temple, although I didn't dream about anything related to ghosts, I was at the junction of light and darkness.

It seemed that the curse on me was fighting against the Buddhist spirit of the temple.

It seems that the Buddha's aura in the temple can really counteract the curse on me. My choice to stay in the temple is the right one.

I subconsciously touched my wrist and suddenly found that it was empty.

I remember that in the hall today, the old monk gave me a string of Buddhist beads, and I put it on my left hand.

Why can't I find it now?

I was a little unsure, and I looked around and found that there were many Buddhist beads scattered by the bed.

The original wood color of the Buddhist beads could no longer be seen, and it was covered with black cracks.

Some fine lines have been cracked directly, which looks a bit bad.

I picked up the Buddhist beads one by one, and found that the bead with the Buddha head was the most cracked.

It can basically be said that it was broken into pieces, and only a small point was barely put together.

I was able to escape successfully just now, maybe it was also because of it.

I think I should go to Master Kongduan and talk to him again, so that he can show me a clear way.

Even if it means losing money, at least the disaster can be avoided.

I can't stay in the temple and not even have peace, right?

I stood up and moved around, and I felt a soreness in my bones.

It was like a person who had been bedridden for a long time and had not exercised for a long time.

I guessed that it must be the Buddha's energy fighting against the curse on my body, affecting my physical condition.

Otherwise, why would I feel uncomfortable all over?

I took a look at the time on my phone.

Just at this moment, the little monk's voice and knock on the door came from outside the door.

"Donor, are you there? If you are, I will bring you dinner."

I did feel a little hungry, so I called the little monk and asked him to bring dinner in.

There was naturally no meat in the temple, and the dinner was very simple.

A bowl of ordinary vegetable noodles, and a bowl of vegetable soup, which was a very light vegetable and tofu soup.

It looked very light and smelled very bland.

I didn't pick it, and I was ready to eat vegetarian food when I was going to live in the temple.

If it really doesn't work, I can sneak out one day and come back after eating something.

I was eating noodles while calling Duanmei. The phone rang for a long time before Duanmei picked up the phone.

I heard that his voice was a little noisy, so he should be outside, and from the sound, it seemed that he was in the department store.

Why did he run to the department store? Is there something wrong?

"Wait for me in the temple first, I'll buy something and then go over."

Duanmei said this and hung up the phone directly.

Hearing the impatience in his tone, I didn't call him again.

Anyway, I can't have any accidents in the temple.

I finished the noodles in a few mouthfuls and drank a bowl of green vegetable and tofu soup.

This green vegetable and tofu soup looks plain, but it actually tastes good, at least there is no bean smell.

It's much better than I expected. At the beginning, I didn't have any hope for this green vegetable and tofu soup.

Now I still think it's pretty good, of course, if I eat this every day, I can't stand it.

I just hope that they have reasonable arrangements in the temple, and the meals on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday are not repeated.

Otherwise, if I drink green vegetable and tofu soup every day, I am afraid I will go crazy in a short time.

After thinking about it, I don’t think I am a person who can stay in the house.

I just want to walk around in the temple. The gate of the temple is closed at this time, which should be said to be closed to outsiders.

I am very curious. When I go out at night, I don’t know how to get out.

I knock on the door in the middle of the night and come back later. Will it annoy the monks in the temple?

I walked back to the main hall this morning based on my memory, and found that many monks gathered in the main hall.

They sat cross-legged on the cushions and chanted the scriptures with confidence.

I originally thought that the sound of chanting was buzzing, noisy, and made people drowsy.

Now I feel very at ease when I hear the noisy sound of scriptures.

I found an empty cushion and sat cross-legged, and listened to the sound of scriptures quietly. The whole person gradually calmed down.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but I almost fell asleep in the hall, and the sound of scriptures in my ears finally stopped.

The monks stood up one by one and left the hall, leaving only the master Kongduan whom I met in the hall during the day.

He was still sitting cross-legged in the front, talking confidently, holding a small wooden stick in his hand, constantly knocking the wooden fish in front of him.

I walked to his side, but did not disturb him.

I waited for him to finish reciting the sutra, and he would naturally open his eyes and see me.

I would have time to ask him some questions by then.

I looked at my phone. It was only eight o'clock before I had to leave, and there was still a long time. It would not take three or four hours to recite a sutra, right?

After waiting for ten minutes, the old monk finished reciting the sutra.

When he opened his eyes and looked at me, he suddenly showed a little fear.

Then he grabbed my hand, rolled up my wrist, and saw that the Buddhist beads were gone.

His face changed drastically, and he looked like he was struck by lightning.

I knew from his look that my current situation must be a bit bad, otherwise he would not have shown this expression.

I just don't know how bad my condition is, and whether there is no need for rescue.

"Is the string of Buddhist beads broken? Besides the cracks, there are only black threads on it."

I nodded. The Buddhist beads were broken, and the situation was exactly the same as the old monk described.

Seeing his reaction, I guessed that he must know something.