Chapter 398 An Eminent Monk

Seeing that the old monk was already cutting off his flesh, he was committing suicide.

In the spirit world of the dead, people are represented by spiritual energy.

It could also be said that the spirit came out of the body.

The old monk on the shore was now killing himself.

When a spirit collapses, it means that the form and spirit are destroyed.

At this time, in front of the temple, which was built on a pile of bones, the old monk cut off one piece of meat and placed it on a stone table in the temple, one tray after another arranged word by word.

Each of these pieces of meat was translucent and translucent. It was spirit meat, which was cut from pure spirit.

The old monk finished cutting off the flesh on his chest and began to cut off the flesh on his stomach. Not long after, there was only a thin layer of flesh film left on his body that was connected to his bones.

At the same time, the old monk became weaker and weaker.

"Amitabha."

The old monk suddenly sang a buddhist horn.

"If the benefactor goes out, please tell the poor monk's younger brother that he is willing to go to hell today. If the poor monk's younger brother asks if it is worth it, the benefactor will help the poor monk answer twelve words," great sorrow without tears, great enlightenment without words, silent laughter." The younger brother will understand after hearing this. Thank you, Amitabha."

The old monk turned around and said in a gentle voice to Mr. Fu, who was passing by the river. There was no pain or resentment on his face, only the kindness of a high priest.

After he finished speaking, the old monk sat down with his legs crossed, his hands folded, and began to recite the buddhist sutra.

As the old monk recited the buddhist sutra, his body began to glitter and translucent, as white as a glazed body. The glazed body was one of the seven treasures of buddhism. Since ancient times, it implied that his form and spirit were like glazed glass, free from worldly mortals.

When the body of glazed gold covered the old monk, bang!

The body of the old monk, as well as the flesh and blood on the stone table, all turned into a glittering powder that covered the entire temple. Every single word of the vow of the fanyin lingered over the temple for a long time.

Fang Zheng was stunned.

The master is dead?

At the same time, he was shocked. Who was the person that the other party wanted to sacrifice himself? What kind of ferocious person was he? He wanted the master to build the temple on a pile of bones. Who was it?

Fang Zheng's face was filled with reverence.

Regardless of whether cutting meat and feeding the eagle talisman did not conform to universal values, this master raised Fang Zheng's admiration from the bottom of his heart.

He could not help but think of the monk's words before the silence:

Is it worth it?

Answer: great sorrow without tears, great enlightenment without words, silent laughter.

...

"Another old friend from the past, and the original group of experts left behind is one less person. This time you left, you walked very crisply, without any worries..." Mr. Fu sighed.

Fang Zheng's expression changed. According to what Mr. Fu said, he and the monk had known each other for a long time.

Mr. Fu stood in silence, staring at the temple on the white bones. There was no sadness, no joy, no anger, no sorrow on the dead man's face, but Fang Zheng knew that at this moment, he stopped poling and stood motionless in front of his old friend, Mr. Fu, sitting in front of him. The sadness in her heart was something that no one else could ever feel.

Even Fang Zheng fell silent and stared at a temple on the shore, a lonely monk.

The boat floated along the current, floating and sinking. The spirit world of the deceased was as silent as the withered world of black and white.

The sound of chains came from the quiet temple. There were people in the temple!

Under Fang Zheng's gaze, a little girl with an air of inhuman fireworks that did not match her age walked out of the temple and looked about 11 or 12 years old.

However, she was shackled with an iron chain that stretched deep into the unseen temple.

Every step the little girl took, the chains on her feet would clang against the ground.

When the little girl walked out a few steps, the sound of chains came out from the temple, and she came out again. She was exactly the same as a little girl carved in a mold. She was also 11 or 12 years old, and her feet were also shackled with chains. But the expression on the little girl's face was different. It was a kind smile.

Twins?

Dang dang...

The two little girls took a few steps one after another, and the sound of iron chains dragging the floor came from the temple again, and an identical little girl came out.

This time it was also a different expression, this time it was a cowardly expression.

Then came the fourth little girl's hate expression, the fourth little girl's happy expression, the fifth little girl's thinking expression, the sixth little girl's dumb expression, and the seventh little girl's innocent expression...

Fang Zheng was surprised to see dozens of identical little girls walking out of the temple. Everyone had different expressions on their faces, as if they implied their emotions, emotions, joys and sorrows.

None of them were repeated.

In the buddhist sect, there are also people who say that there are three thousand worries. As many as there are troubles, there are many Black Silk. As long as they are still in this world of mortals, everyone has troubles.

At this moment, on the riverbank, there were rows of little girls who looked like one another, not only dozens, but the sound of chains continued to be heard in the temple. In a small buddhist temple, it was as if it was connected to another plane world, and more little girls came out. At this time, these little girls were standing closely on the bone mountain by the river bank, with different faces, looking at the boat that was drifting along the current.

Fang Zheng's scalp felt a little numb from the strange scene in front of him.

It was too treacherous to be stared at by dozens of identical children.

At first, he thought it was twins and triplets, but soon realized that it was not what he thought. This little girl was definitely not a normal person.

These little girls with different expressions, or rather, each of them represented a more appropriate embodiment of an emotion.

To put it simply, this is the spiritual world, so there are so many little girls in front of us, it should be multiple personalities breaking through the physical shackles, all of them running out of the spiritual world.

One person is one kind of personality, how many kinds of personality does this little girl have?

In reality, a double personality is weird enough. There must be at least dozens of personality here, right?!

The little girl in the temple did not finish walking until the boat was far away and her vision was blocked by a thick sea of fog behind her.

Fang Zheng looked pensive.

Could this little girl with multiple personality disorder be the terrifying existence in the buddhist temple that the eminent monk had been suppressing, controlling, feeding the eagle, and silencing himself?

Fang Zheng thought Mr. Fu might explain it to him. Mr. Fu's performance had always been very calm, very calm, and in addition to the old monk's last words before the silence, it showed that Mr. Fu knew what was going on in front of him. But the rest of the way, Mr. Fu remained silent, as if he had no intention of explaining.

Until the two of them finished walking in the shadows...

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