Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 149 Extra [-]: Master of Forgetfulness (Flower in the Mirror and Blood Moon)
Republic of China.

Dahongzhou.

In the turbulent times, there was such a temple, named Youmin Temple. The temple was built on a high mountain. It was usually very prosperous. Many wealthy ladies would come here every month to worship Buddha devoutly and seek peace of mind.

But on such a day, a layer of haze lingered over the towns in Dahong Prefecture. The haze was large and dense, and it was as red as blood.

Halfway up the mountain, a simple young monk, about thirteen or fourteen years old, was carrying a bucket. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel on his shoulder, and looked at the scarlet sky, but his face was full of sorrow.

"It's really strange. This phenomenon has been going on for less than half a month. What is happening below the town?"

The monk's name is Wu Yu. I heard from his master that there was a famine more than ten years ago and his biological parents could not afford to support him, so they sent him to Youmin Temple.

But once a person from the mortal world enters the temple, he has to go to the mortal world, so the master who adopted him gave Wu Yu a Taoist title.

The master's Dharma name is Miaoqing, while Wu Yu took the name of Forget Desire. Wu Yu has no desire, and also has the meaning of having no desire and no desire, forgetting desire, and devoting oneself to Buddha.

At that time, Wang Yu was still very young, probably because of the teachings of his master. Since he was a child, Wang Yu didn't like chanting sutras. He would fall asleep just by looking at those sutras. Master Miaoqing couldn't do anything to this disciple, so They arranged for him to go to the outer courtyard to do some hard work of fetching water and firewood.

But on this day, when Xiao Wangyu, who had returned from diving, walked into the temple, he was called back to the Zen room by his master Miaoqing.

"Wangyu, master doesn't want to force you to learn these scriptures and phrases. You have been following me for 14 years. Now the temple has stopped burning incense. If no one comes to the mountain to burn incense in the next few days, this temple will not be able to sustain it for long. I I don’t want you to suffer as a teacher, so go down the mountain to Hongfa Temple in Hongzhou Town today, just in time for you to go out and walk in the world of mortals."

Master Miaoqing patted Xiao Wangyu's head, he really had no choice but to make such a decision.

"But master. What should you do?"

Holding Master Miaoqing's hand, Wangyu felt a little uncomfortable.

"Master is the abbot here and cannot leave."

However, Master Miaoqing waved his hand and said, "Go down the mountain today. If this blood haze doesn't dissipate, you will also suffer in the temple as my master."

In this way, Wangyu, who was only 14 years old, simply tidied up the Zen room, said goodbye to his master, and went down the mountain alone.

Hongfa Temple and Youmin Temple are separated by a town. It takes at least three days to walk, so it is inevitable to go to a house to pray for alms during the journey.

However, the small town after going down the mountain seems to be different from what I remembered. The red haze is more intense than that on the mountain. The surrounding houses are basically covered by this layer of red light, and there is not even a little bit of roadside. pedestrian.

Wangyu was confused, so he wrapped himself in his clothes. In the red mist, he walked slowly into a family's courtyard with the door open. This was not allowed in the temple, but he was really hungry right now. He couldn't care less.

However, there was no one in the courtyard. He walked into the lobby of this house again, and the next scene almost scared him.

On the main beam in the center of the lobby, a butler in a long gown was hung from the ceiling, and in the dark room, there were still many figures moving around at the moment, and those people were walking in the backyard with their heads lowered.

The sound of Wangyu opening the door disrupted the long-lost silence of the house. At this moment, the dead people inside turned their heads around and moved slowly towards the door.

Seeing such a scene, Wangyu's heart started to beat fast, and he quickly retracted his hand on the lobby door, and then closed the door firmly.

"This town is haunted!"

This was the only thought in Wangyu's mind at this time. He ran desperately in the streets. In the scarlet haze, it seemed that because of his movement, there were more and more people.

Suddenly.

A cold hand stretched out from the direction of his neck at some point and rested on his shoulder.

Numbness, heaviness, and some corpse smell wafted over, which is the smell that only the dead have.

But Wang Yu didn't dare to look back, even though he knew that the palm that was grabbing his shoulder was the dead man's, he kept running forward with all his strength.

But no matter how much he ran, it seemed that the distance between him and these ghosts was not getting farther, but getting closer and closer.

"Monks don't use foul language, but I really can't stand it anymore."

Wangyu cursed loudly. At the moment, he could only use this method to try to scare away the shadows coming behind him. At this time, he regretted not following the master and reciting the salvation sutra properly.

The palms on his body were still exerting force, and there were already many bruises on his neck.

Soon, the second one, the third one, the fourth one.

A steady stream of palms grabbed Wangyu who was running from the darkness. The palms had no specific features. Even if they were very close, Wangyu could only see a vague black outline.

It was like a gathering of thick shadows,
Wangyu felt that his body was becoming more and more exhausted, and the resistance on his body became more and more obvious. Gradually, he could no longer run, and was dragged into the rich red light behind him by these ghost hands.

Looking at the endless scarlet color in the city, despair arose in Wangyu's heart. He never thought that he would encounter such a strange thing just after coming down the mountain.

However, when he was about to close his eyes, the sound of footsteps echoed in the street. The sound was not loud, but it seemed particularly real when it lingered in his ears.

The erosion of the palms continued, and blood stains on the neck, calves, and thighs soon infected the monk's robes, and his still young face was also covered in scars.

Wang Yu kept struggling, but the more he struggled, the stronger the black shadows grabbed him. Even at the neck, the strength of the palm almost made him breathless.

at last.

He didn't know where he reached, but the palms that were dragging him gradually stopped. Wang Yu opened his eyes helplessly. In his hazy vision, he only saw an unusually tall black figure walking in his direction. Come over.

The height is completely different from that of a living person, and even if you stand in front of you, you can't see its outline clearly.

The black shadow gradually bent down, revealing a thick ink-like head, but on the head, there were no facial features, only a scarlet eye in the middle, which was very evil sex.

However, there was more than one eye, because the second eye soon opened from under the skin when he was close to Wang Yu, and then grew out, and then the third and fourth eyes.

The number of eyes is still increasing, on the hands, legs, and back
Wangyu didn't know what was in front of him. His life was coming to an end. He felt pain, even burning, in his neck.

Wang Yu tried his best to resist, but his body couldn't move no matter what. He seemed to be dying.

But just when his eyes were about to close, he saw a rusty, black coffin nail inserted into the ground beside him.

Then he felt his body lighten, and those palms that were still holding him loosened at this moment, everything was so dreamlike.

Another sound of footsteps came, but unfortunately, he couldn't hold on until this person came into his sight and passed out.

-

Midnight.

Dahong Prefecture, Meishan Town.

The fragrance of flour spread into his nose. In a dilapidated ancient house, Wangyu slowly opened his eyes. He sat on the bed, but he couldn't help but feel doubts in his heart.

"I'm not dead?"

Wangyu touched his neck, but what he felt was a burning pain.

Looking around the surrounding environment, there are no windows or ceilings, and there are bluestone bricks in all directions, but it is worth noting that the gate made of brass at the door and a full-length mirror wrapped in oilcloth in the corner, these two places The place always looks weird.

There was no one around. After falling into coma, he vaguely remembered the sound of footsteps coming from behind him, and then nothing more.

The stinging pain on his neck made Wangyu feel extremely uncomfortable. He looked at the mahogany cabinet next to the bed. There was also a mirror on the cabinet, but this mirror was much smaller and was only used to look at his face. of.

There is also a plate placed next to the mirror, which contains several fragrant white-faced steamed buns.

Wang Yu looked at the steamed buns, and he was a little salivating. Because after running around for several days, the food in his body was quite limited. Now that he saw the food placed in front of him, he was naturally greedy.

He stretched his hand in the air and hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but take a steamed bun into his hand.

Although the master had taught himself that he would not eat food without the owner, and that he would not turn back the door for alms, but right now he was starving and had no choice but to make up for the family as a coolie in the future.

After feasting, Wangyu took the mirror from the cupboard.

There were blood-red palm prints all over his thighs, arms, back, neck, and even the bruises had turned black. This didn't look like a normal trauma at all.

He wanted to see, what was the cause of the constant burning on his neck?
He put the lens in front of him, in the mirror, the ordinary face was covered with scars, and finally at the neck, he finally saw clearly, it was a scarlet evil eye, but it was not real , but something similar to a mark.

He remembered the appearance of these eyes. When he was dragged away by the dead people, an unusually tall black figure had exactly the same eyes.

However, a small lens could not see the whole picture clearly. There were too many wounds on his body. He doubted whether the situation on his neck would also occur in other places.

In order to understand the truth, Wang Yu went straight to the mirror that was covered by an oilcloth.

"Monk, my body is really in unbearable pain. I hope I can borrow the donor's mirror to look at my injuries."

He opened the oilcloth and bowed deeply in front of the mirror with his hands clasped together to express his apology for using other people's belongings without permission.

The frame is made of copper, and the mirror surface is as brand new as ever. It is a bit too bright, as if it is newly bought. There is not even a trace of scratches, and the color is quite full. At first glance, it is clear A full-length mirror placed in the boudoir of a wealthy family.

But such a good mirror showed something abnormal when Wangyu stood in front of it.

Because in the mirror, there is no figure of Wangyu.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yu seemed a little astonished, and he couldn't help taking two steps back. After all, the incident in front of him was too weird, as if he had hit an evil.

But at this moment, the old copper door that was originally closed was opened at this time, and a middle-aged man in his 50s slowly walked into the room.

This middle-aged man was wearing a Taoist robe, but I don't know if it was because it hadn't been washed for a long time. The Taoist robe always smelled like the smell of corpses on those palms at that time.

Wangyu looked at the Taoist priest warily, but his body kept retreating under the approach of this man.

"Hunter, are you awake?"

The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and looked at Wangyu, and his eyes looked at the bronze mirror that had been uncovered in the corner.

"Opened it? It doesn't matter, you will have to open it sooner or later anyway."

The middle-aged man did not show much emotional fluctuations. His face seemed to have always been so plain, even a little indifferent.

"Donor, I'm sorry for the offence." Wang Yu clasped his hands together, and after realizing that the man in front of him seemed to be the owner of this place, he bowed deeply.

"I have a Taoist name, you should call me Taoist Master Qingfeng."

Daoist Qingfeng waved his hand, and then covered the mirror on the side with an oilcloth, "Do you know why there is no picture when you take the picture?"

"I don't know."

"Then don't you know if you go in and take a photo?"

After that, he waved his sleeves, and the altered oilcloth fell down again.

Wangyu refused in his heart, but for some reason, his body seemed to have lost its ability to control itself at this moment, and he unconsciously walked towards the mirror on the side.

Some unknown supernatural power affected Wang Yu. He walked to the mirror in disbelief and looked at the empty picture inside. The uneasiness in his heart continued to amplify at this moment.

However, at this moment, a strange figure appeared in the depths of the originally empty mirror.

Just like those figures in the red haze at that time, they were walking closer and closer, and soon stood at an equal distance from Wang Yu.

The figure in the mirror was very strange at first, not at all like Wang Yu in front of the mirror.

But as the figure gradually gets closer, the figures in the mirror are constantly distorting and deforming.

The outline of Wangyu soon appeared, and everything changed as Wangyu stood in front of the mirror.

Obviously, there is a ghost inside the mirror, and this ghost is constantly imitating the actions of the person outside the mirror.

However, Taoist Master Qingfeng didn't seem to have any intention of stepping forward to stop him. He just stood there silently, watching the changes in the person in the mirror.

soon.

The person in the mirror got closer and closer, and finally completely formed the figure of Wang Yu.

(End of this chapter)