"They are all released now?" I asked in a daze.

"Yes." The monk lowered his hand.

Footsteps came from the villa.

"Then, Buddha statue..." I looked at the hill.

In the dark night, the outline of the mountain is like some kind of monster dormant in the night.

"Not everyone was moved by me." The monk replied calmly, "Not everyone can persist for hundreds of years, still not change their ambitions, forget their original intentions, and change their original intentions. Only one persists. Now, that one should find that he has done something wrong. They have chosen the wrong path and will never become a Buddha. What a pity."

It was a real pity in the monk's tone, his face was the kind-eyed and kind-hearted face of the Bodhisattva.

The door of the villa opened and the lights also lit up.

The light shot out from the room, and it also shot out from behind the person, making it impossible to see the person's face clearly.

The monk folded his hands together, and before he could speak, the man knelt down.

"Master! Master, save me!"

He kowtowed with a thump, tears and blood flowed from his forehead.

I suddenly could see these clearly, and lights were also on the front yard and the iron door at the door, illuminating the man's figure.

This may be some kind of sensing light. But the monk stood here for so long, and these sensing lights were not on. Now it was all lit up in one go, which made people feel strange.

The noise inside the villa was even greater.

I only heard the depressed cry before, but now I heard the crying. The child's crying loudest, shouting at his parents.

The man's face turned paler, almost crawling out of the entrance to the house.

The monk shouted the Buddha's name, as if he was not aware of what happened here. "Donor, what happened here?"

"It's haunted!"

The man who shouted out was not this man, but the person in the villa.

Soon, several more people ran out, and some people shouted loudly, which was a mess.

The people who ran out also saw the monk and his steps were hesitant.

Someone's eyes fell on the monk's clothes.

The monk has a shiny bald head, and his face looks... very much like a monk. He is wearing sportswear, which makes people suspicious.

The man on the kneeling ground seemed to be a little more awake, and also looked at the monk's sportswear and became hesitant.

They are in chaos.

I have no intention of watching this kind of excitement.

The yin energy in the villa seemed to have disappeared.

The Yin Qi in the entire city is gathering towards the hill where the cave is located.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like a good thing.

Could it be that the remaining monk's souls in the cave fell into a ghost? Are you still preparing to absorb the ghosts of the entire city to strengthen yourself?

My first reaction was that, which was a bit unbelievable. I had a good impression of the Buddha statues in the cave and the monks who died many years ago. They were good people and great people, and they might also be said to be great. However, they made a fundamental mistake, and their kindness turned into "evil deeds."

I was a little dazed.

Suddenly I realized that the possibility I just thought was a bit déjà vu, and it seemed to be a scene in a certain movie.

Among those monks, even if someone discovers his mistake, he should not turn into a ghost immediately, right? If he turns into a ghost, he should not create such a big formation immediately, right?

"Are you the ones you did?!"

A loud shout pulled my attention back.

The one who made this shout was an old man. He looked quite old, but he was full of energy. Now he was so angry that his face turned red. He was supported by some juniors, as if he wanted to rush forward and wave his crutches to the monk.

The monk said slowly, "Why did the donor say this? What does the sin committed by your ancestors have to do with me now? What does the creditor have to do with me?"

I not only looked at me sideways.

The old man was still angry, and someone shouted next to him.

"I knew! I knew it was you who made it! You guys named Yang are not things! Set fire to our house!"

Such a clamor is a small woman.

A man next to her waved his hand and knocked him to the ground.

The woman hugged a little boy who was crying loudly and started crying loudly.

"Yang Zhong, you dare to hit me! You guys with the surname Yang are all beasts! Auntie, aunt, don't look for me! I am your grand niece! I was kidnapped by the Yang family!"

"Don't fuck you! You just wanted to marry me if you like the money I could get! My aunt is my aunt? I can't figure out what kind of family to pretend to be? You are just a bastard, your mother is a mistress who stole her husband! When Shao Xiu died, your mother was still raised outside! The one who changed Shao Xiu's clothes was the woman who was left by you!" the man shouted in anger.

"No! No!" The woman was panicked and frightened.

The bloody information revealed in this short passage is really speechless.

The Yang family seemed to be forced to go to the fore. I don’t know what Shao Xiu did. The Yang family is now completely in chaos, quarreling and insulting.

The monk sighed with expressionless expression on his face.

The Yang family seemed to have forgotten his existence and only knew how to condemn each other.

The person who witnessed everything and even participated in the whole thing was still alive, and the truth did not sink into the long river of history.

I saw several older men with different expressions.

Some people cried bitterly, some knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, and some were furious.

For a moment, I seemed to see a variety of things on earth.

The yin energy of the hill fluctuated at this time.

I heard a cry of "Amitabha", with a sad cry.

Then, there was the sound of something breaking, but unlike what I heard before, it was the sound of stones breaking.

It seemed as if the monster in the night had fallen down with this sound.

My heart thumped and I couldn't help but hold my breath.

The mountain collapsed...

There was no loud bang or earth-shaking movement, but the mountain suddenly became low.

I vaguely felt the yin energy that overflowed from the mountains seemed to gather in the past and scattered again.

"They... killed the monk?" I murmured.

"Of course. This is a revenge to vent anger." The monk said lightly.

Someone from the Yang family immediately jumped up when he heard the monk's answer.

"It's really you made it! It's you, a fake monk."

The man's words came to an abrupt end.

He seemed to have seen something terrifying and stepped back step by step.

Dada... Dadada...

Tick ​​tick tick…

I felt the yin energy behind me, turned my head and saw the wet woman all over.

She was dripping with water on her hair. The wet hair covered her face. The droplets were black. After careful look, she realized that it was actually dark red. The red that was too thick was already so red that it was black.

Every step she took, a large amount of water would fall from her body and gather into a pool on the ground.

Before the monk turned around, the Yang family standing in front of the monk was already scared and screamed like crazy, trying to retreat into the room.

Someone let out a sharp scream.

It’s not that I’ve been slow to react, but that I’ve seen something else.

I saw it, too.

A tea farmer dressed as a man stood at the door of the villa, blocking the Yang family's way.

The man's hands were hanging down beside him, like a decoration, his chest was sunken abnormally, and blood was spitting out of his mouth.

"Yang...yousheng..." The man yelled a name while squirting blood.
Chapter completed!