【Wine Ci】Ksitigarbha Statue

Chapter 10

In the middle of the night, there are still dogs barking.These cries seemed to be separated by a very long distance, one higher than the other, which sounded very much like howling wolves.The little monk was woken up, and when he sat up, he saw the monster sitting cross-legged on the window lattice, the surroundings were dark, only there was a place where the silver-white moonlight poured down, and the monster was looking sideways out of the window.He changed back to his original appearance, only wearing the plain monk robe - this appearance was too funny, but it didn't violate the harmony.

The little monk looked at him for a while.The long silver hair that looks like a monster and the moonlight hangs down, and the moonlight flows through his soft and fluffy hair, shining on his red monster horns.It was too dark to see clearly, only him was slightly lit in the field of vision.The little monk got up from the quilt. Hearing the rustling sound, the monster turned his head sharply to look at him.

"The direction of the main house doesn't sound right." The monster said to him, "The screaming and crying of women, the sound of chewing raw meat, the sound of tearing something... But there is no evil spirit. But the breath is not much different .”

"no big difference?"

The monster was silent for a while, then he looked out of the window again; the little monk followed his gaze and looked out, the window was pitch black, and an orange light was lit in a certain direction in the distance. The lights, for no reason, make people feel ghostly.

The yard dog whimpered again.The lingering sound was very long, and it sounded extraordinarily cold in the silent night.

The monster said: "You know, people can become ghosts."

The little monk nodded curtly, leaned against the bed and yawned without interest.

"A person can become a ghost. Jealousy, desire, resentment, and wanting nothing." The monster paused for a while, and he seemed to be thinking about something, thinking about something—for example, what someone said to him in memory, and then repeating Come out; he seemed to be imitating that person's tone and demeanor involuntarily, which made the little monk suddenly feel that he was strange and dangerous.

"All kinds of emotions, as long as they become obsessions, are enough to make people into ghosts." Yaogui bent his mouth, his expression looked arrogant and lazy, he crossed his legs and put his hands under his forehead, "the smell of monsters It’s like a full-grown tree, with fruits that have ripened to rot, and a complete beehive. As long as this dark emotion of human beings exceeds a certain limit, they can also have their own smell. The mud at the bottom of the pond, the buzzing Noisy flies, or sweet blood—there are countless little monsters who feed on these human emotions. They ferment and settle, and they will emit a fruity aroma. This smell is the result of 'genesis' Taste it."

"—Who told you this?" The little monk asked coolly.

Izuku was taken aback for a moment.The aura that didn't belong to him faded away, and the monster opened his eyes wide: "Why did someone tell me about you?"

"You don't need to ask." The little monk replied angrily, "You can't say this kind of tone."

"Little friend is quick-witted, wise and observant—that's exactly what my friend taught me a long time ago."

The little monk snorted, "You tell me everything, but you never tell me your name."

Ibaraki seemed to have just remembered this, and said in a panic: "Your friend didn't ask me, but I always thought you knew about it. My name is Izu—"

"Forget it." The little monk interrupted him.He raised his eyebrows with a displeased expression, "Don't tell me. Are you stupid or ignorant, you monster? Why are you so vigilant towards me? People like us have taken the name that the monster himself said, aren't you serious?" Will you give your life to me?"

"Most people know the names of my friend and I." Ibaraki showed some arrogance, "But even the amazingly talented Abe Seimei couldn't do anything to us through our names. What's more, I trust my friend, It doesn't matter if my life is in the hands of my little friend. My little friend will never do anything to me."

The little monk stared at him for a while, and then bent his lips to show a short smile: "Of course I won't now—but don't tell me. I can't guarantee what will happen in the future. Who knows if I will think about it in the next second." You want to get something from you monster. Just don't put the handle on me in the first place. Of course, I won't give you my name."

Ibaraki looked a little depressed.The little monk sat on the eaves of the bed, bent slightly and stepped on his shoes.He listened carefully and said, "Those dogs are barking like crazy."

"If we leave it alone, the woman in the main house will be completely 'generated' in less than an hour, and then transform into a ghost."

"Wow." The little monk raised the corners of his mouth and said indifferently, "Then don't worry about it."

"...Little friend?"

"I'm not surprised, I'm not the kind of sympathetic guy."

"No, I just feel that this style is indeed the style of Xiaoyou. Xiaoyou lives casually, and it should be like this."

"It's not me you're boasting about." The little monk sarcastically said, "It's not a bad thing to turn into a ghost—no matter what her reason for turning into a ghost is, it's obsession. I'm not capable of resolving human beings." Read'. In this case, she has found a way out by herself, why stop it? It is not too late to ask her about the strange things related to dogs in this yard after she becomes a ghost."

Ibaraki nodded: "My little friend is very reasonable."

They reached a consensus.He also ignored the shrill dog barking outside the house—but the nature of the dog barking in the yard soon changed.They sounded more and more mournful, and the wailing and dying whimpers were like a long nail piercing into the night.Even without Ibaraki's reminder, the little monk could smell the blood from the night wind.

Almost at the same time, there was the sound of clogs stepping on the corridor.Wood hit wood, patter, like a strangled woman struggling in vain against a wall.The voice of the woman in charge—it sounded as shrill as the dogs outside: "Master Master!—Master Master! Help my wife!"

The little monk glanced at Ibaraki.This monster has already changed its appearance very quickly.He just opened the door.The woman in charge stumbled and was about to fall, so she held on to the door rail to stabilize her figure.There was a bandage wrapped around her calf, seeping blood and dust, as if someone had pulled her hair and beaten her on the ground several times.The woman in charge grabbed them like a drowning man grabbed a piece of duckweed: "My lord...! Please follow me!"

The woman stands barefoot in the middle of the house.

A red candle was burning in the corner of the room, and the imprint of the candle light bound her like a rope.She was wearing a red sleeve embroidered with large roses, her hair was loose, and she looked up at the dome with her head raised.The woman in charge called out "Ma'am" tremblingly, and the woman turned her head and smiled at them.

They heard a sound, something broke through the ground, the slight sound of flower buds blooming.

On this woman's forehead, there was a pair of tender red horns.

The woman in charge couldn't hold on any longer, her legs gave way and she fell to the ground.Mouth opened and closed, only panting, unable to utter a single word, like a dying fish.

The little monk took a step forward - the moment the woman saw him, an astonishing light suddenly burst out from her ashen pupils that seemed to be wrapped in countless black silk threads.

"Abu, Abu, my child...how did you grow so tall all of a sudden—" She was pleasantly surprised and cautiously took a step towards the little monk.She looked anxious, as if she wanted to go to the little monk very much; but her steps were timid, as if she was stepping on a piece of ice, and she needed very light steps to avoid falling into the abyss under the ice.

The little monk froze.All the action steps were suddenly disrupted, he half-closed his eyes, and looked at the woman in front of him inquisitively.

The woman who was about to transform into a ghost read something else from the little monk's actions and expressions.She couldn't see who "this person" in front of her was, couldn't see his identity and appearance, couldn't see that he was a young monk; the woman stumbled, and only noticed the most essential thing—the boy in front of her.He was still a child who could barely be called a teenager.

She saw something else in his face.And these things penetrated her in an instant.

The woman trembled and leaned powerlessly to the side.

"Don't look at me." She murmured, "Abu, my Abu, don't look at mother like this." She covered the unformed ghost horns on her forehead.They now looked like just two puny bumps.Her knuckles touched them, she stroked them, and she whispered: "No, no, it shouldn't be like this. Abu is afraid. He is afraid--my lord, why did you treat him like this?! He is your child too!... Abu, where is my Abu?" She covered her face with her hands, and tears flowed from her fingers together with her eyes.She flinched, but still wanted to look at him.

The little monk stood there without moving, just staring at her inquiringly.The woman's eyes touched him, and she convulsed all over: "No..." She whispered, "You're afraid of ghosts. You're afraid of monsters. No, don't look at me like that! Don't look at me like that! Mom...! Mom save you! I can't help...!"

The woman's long nails dug into the skin on her forehead.She put her palms against her eyes, and her nails kept digging at the protruding corners of her forehead.Beads of blood seeped out from the wound quickly, and the woman was still scratching as if she didn't feel the pain.Her strength was too great, blood trickled down from her forehead quickly, and fresh redness flowed all over her face.The woman is crying.She tried her best to dig out the ghost horns that had grown, but under the feeding of her intense emotions, the two pairs of horns grew faster.

"You've grown so big." The woman murmured, she seemed to be completely unaware of the pain, dripping blood all over her face, and suddenly showed a sweet smile, "I haven't had time to prepare anything for you yet. I'll give it to you." Abu has prepared a lot of shoes and clothes; but why are you growing so fast... You must not be able to wear them anymore. I have to continue to sew—" She stood up staggeringly, and shouted loudly, " Deng Teng! Deng Teng! Isn't Deng Teng here? Naruko? Naruko! Where are you hiding my needles and threads? Where's the cloth? Where's the material I saved? My Ayu, my Ayu will grow well A man who married a wife and had children—he won’t die young, yes, why would my husband kill his child. I have to prepare everything for Abu when he becomes an adult. He grows up so fast... See you, kid The wind grows long..."

The woman began to rummage through the house looking for things.The ghost horns on her forehead are like her joy of reuniting with her young son, piercing the skin and growing upwards dripping with blood.The red candlelight reflected on the woman's red sleeves, and the bright color was like a great happy event.

This is clearly a projection of a mother who is deeply obsessed and determined to look for the afterimage of her child.

The continuous dog barking outside suddenly stopped.

The young monk who had been standing behind the little monk, who was so silent that he looked like a statue, suddenly turned his head and looked outside, making a defensive posture.

Then came the girl's scream.Naruko ran here crying.In the dark night behind her came the heavy breathing of beasts—or newborn, twisted yokai.The girl's movements were nimble, she crossed the corridor, jumped into the main house, jumped into the hunting range of another big monster, and jumped behind the little monk.Seeing the bright lights, the temporarily safe environment and trustworthy people, the girl gradually calmed down.She held on to the little monk's sleeve tightly, panting uncontrollably.

"He's dead." Naruko exhaled heavily, her words turbulent, she subconsciously bit her lower lip, trying to escape from the terrifying memories.The girl kept trembling, "That thing... ate him! It ate the man who took care of them!"

As soon as her words fell, a huge black figure appeared in the corridor on the side of the entrance.The cold night wind was mixed with the smell of blood.The little monk moved her wrist, and Naruko pulled the little monk's sleeves tightly without realizing it, she also saw the black shadow, her extreme fear made her hide all the sounds and breath tightly in her lungs , but at the same time, she approached the pillars beside her in fear, and the strength of holding the little monk became tighter.

"Let go." The little monk didn't turn his head, he stared at the shaky shadow in the corridor.His voice sounded as cold as ice, "Stay away from me, if you don't want to die."

Naruko shuddered.It was as if she had sensed something even more frightening from this sentence in an instant.She let go of her hand suddenly, and took two steps back——at this moment, she noticed the woman in charge who had fainted by the inner door.Naruko let out a low "ah", staggered two steps, and then subconsciously took two steps towards the woman - she couldn't go any farther.A huge, pitch-black beast broke through the Japanese sliding door and rushed in, and Naruko's legs instantly softened and he fell to his knees on the ground.She saw the little monk clasping his fingers and doing something—or reading something, she couldn't hear clearly; she vaguely heard the little monk say to the older monk: "Don't shoot. There are others, will be discovered." Or maybe it was her illusion, because there seemed to be a circle of golden light floating in front of them.This light made her panic, it pierced into the body of the rushing beast, blocking its forward inertia.The beast stopped in front of the broken porch, lowered its head and shook the hair on its body.

Only then did Naruko see what this thing looked like.

It should be a dog.But it is bigger than any vicious dog in this courtyard.It lowered its head, revealing a skeleton that had been bitten to nothing but white at its neck.Logically speaking, it is impossible for a dog injured like this to survive.But this tattered body was still standing vigorously, threatening to bark its sharp bloody teeth at them.

"It seems that it is not only affected by the woman's ghost." The elder monk said, his voice was as cold as metal, "The dogs in the cage were provoked to fight each other, and finally ran out like this one."

"Using the method of raising Gu to raise dogs, the way to become a demon is so simple and quick." The little monk said in the same cool voice.

"It only ate one person after it came out. To become a complete monster, this little thing needs to eat a few more people."

"—It seems that for ghosts, people are really a good tonic." The little monk mocked.As he spoke, he raised his right hand slightly, and narrowed his eyebrows, as if he was chanting a scripture.He read quickly and anxiously, with an extremely low voice.Naruko couldn't hear what he was saying, but the effect was obvious.The half-dog, half-demon thing began to growl and struggle as if bound by some invisible sharp weapon.The mantra did great damage to the newborn half-demon. The vicious dog seemed to be pressed down by something heavy, its back bent down, its fangs were retracted, and it wailed pitifully, begging for mercy.

Suddenly there was a crackling sound from the back, and Naruko, who was tense, looked behind suddenly——the scene behind made her even more horrified.The woman in red sleeves seemed to be their wife, but her pretty face was almost covered in blood.A box she was holding fell to the ground, and the exposed hand was shriveled and hideous, with blackened nails, as long and sharp as a knife, and it was no longer the hand that a human should have.She murmured "Abu" and screamed.

The little monk's attention was distracted for a moment.

Just for a moment.The pitch-black monster had seized the gap and rushed towards them, and the woman who was about to transform into a ghost moved faster.Staring at her name, I saw a phantom. Ibaraki seemed to want to make a move in an instant but was stopped by the little monk——the woman stood in front of the little monk and strangled the vicious dog's neck.The monster was deflated, and suddenly changed direction on the way. It pounced on the unconscious woman in charge on the other side, bit her neck, and pulled it violently—the smell of blood filled the room.

The little monk quickly recited the formula and tapped the woman's back several times.The woman's movement of turning her head froze for a moment, and she fell limply and fell asleep on the ground.The little monk just pointed at her; Naruko couldn't see clearly, but Ibaraki saw it clearly. The golden light pulled out the ghost energy entrenched in the woman's body, wrapped them up and entangled them into a strange spherical shape with alternating light and dark.The monster was still feasting, it ate fast and coarsely, the bones were crushed and it directly swallowed the skin and flesh, and almost quickly swallowed more than half of the woman in charge alive.Smelling the dangerous breath, the monster let out a low roar from its throat. It raised its head vigilantly, staring at the little monk with a pair of red eyes; fresh blood was still stained between the hairs on its chin.

The little monk raised his hand towards it, and the monster opened its sharp teeth and rushed towards the little monk.Its movements stopped in mid-air.That group of light spots mixed with ghost energy and Buddha's light exploded straight in the monster's body.Flesh and flesh scattered like rain, the little monk wiped his face in disgust, "Tsk", and said: "You should stand farther away."

Ibaraki smiled, knelt down and wiped off the blood and flesh on his face and hair.

Naruko trembled, and the scream that was about to collapse was firmly restrained in her throat.Her tears finally couldn't hold back and fell down big and big.She took a look at the woman lying on the ground, half of her body was eaten, the woman in charge with scattered internal organs pulled aside, and the dead meat with no bones left, she covered her mouth and was about to vomit come out.It's just that she forgot that her hands were also covered with finely minced meat, and as soon as she touched her lips, the nausea became even stronger.

The little monk stood at the door and looked at her indifferently.His gaze was too cold, Naruko forcibly restrained the strong physical nausea.She looked at him with tears in her eyes, and the little monk said in a cool tone, "I have already consumed part of the ghost energy in your wife's body, and the other part has been sealed. There will be no accidents in the short term, and she will not turn into a ghost." .I'll come back later when she wakes up. I have something to ask her."

He didn't look back, and his steps were so calm that they could even be called elegant and refined.The older monk followed behind him, his movements and gestures seemed to be as usual after many years.

Naruko watched them leave in the dark in a daze.And beside her is still hell.She knelt on the ground, struggled to kneel in the direction of the madam, and turned her over carefully.

The woman still had blood all over her face; but the horns of flesh on her forehead had completely disappeared.