I wonder if the skull in the incense burner will be a criminal case.

The old man thought for a moment and shook his head and said, “It’s unlikely.”If a murderer commits a murder and has one head left, it must be a broken head.Is it right?”

“Yes.”I nodded my head and agreed with what he said.

Lao Mu continued: "If this murderer wants to kill and abandon the body, how can he run here?"First, we are here on the downtown street, and secondly, you have to dig up the ash and put your head in... Aren’t the murderer afraid to find such a thing?And how can you be buried in the temple and be afraid of God’s punishment?In the case of a division of corpses, it is generally not to throw the river or to the deep mountains.”

I doubted, “Then I don’t understand, what is the person doing this, right, is there a camera in the temple?”

"There is one in the temple mouth," said Lao Mu, "there is one place to stay, but there is no place for the middle temple to burn incense."Every day you come and go, you can't think of who did it."

I said, "There are three questions, who buried the skull, what is the purpose, and what is the relationship between this skull and Liu sister's suicide."

Lao Mu thought about it: "This skull is the clue to the whole incident, we must break this skull case!"Damn, it got on my head.Brother . . .

He called me, and I asked what.

Lao Mu said, "Don't you have the magic power to be able to get psychic, and you can see if you can get psychic with this skull and see the origin of this thing."

I was a little embarrassed: "The secret that I learned can be explained to the remains of people... Try it, if the skull is old and the remaining spirit on it is gone, then I can't do anything."

“Try it.”The old man urged me.

I took a deep breath, stretched out my hand and slowly covered it in my skull, and mused the secret spell.The first time, the palm of the hand slightly hot, there seems to be something on the skull, I was surprised, there is a door, is the skull really attached to the spirit?

I continued to meditate, over and over again, mindfully, mindfully, suddenly feeling that the eyes were dark, as if it were suddenly dark.I was surprised, it is Lang Lang day, why suddenly black?Is it a total eclipse?

I opened my eyes while chanting a mantra, and this look frightened me.The scene I am now in has changed, the original house has become a simple and dilapidated wooden house, surrounded by darkness, it should be dark, and the insects and birds can be heard outside, and I can feel the sweltering heat of the silk.

I looked around, when the footsteps sounded, in the darkness on the stairs into a person, this man is extremely tall, even with a long tail, can only see his back.

He was not himself, dragging one in his hand, dragging a corpse, pulling his hair into the house.

The tall man with the long tail sat on the ground on his knees, pulling out a long knife from his waist, the blade was dark black, the blade was covered with blue light, and he was slowly cutting the head of the dead man.The room was gloomy and depressed, and only the man in the ear was whipping and the blade was walking on the skin.

I couldn't move, my breathing almost stopped, and the cold sweat on my body went out.

It was broken, I suddenly realized that it was broken, I was probably falling into a ghostland, and this ghostland was the skull that came out, I did not expect the skull to be so evil!My first reaction was to stop chanting the mantra so that I could cut off the spell and come out of the ghost.

What I did not expect was that the spell was stopped, and it was still trapped in the wooden house and could not go out!

What is this?

At this time, the man had cut off the head of the dead man, he lifted his head up and looked at himself, and then he began to mutter the scriptures, which were so strangely ancient that I subconsciously felt that it seemed to be Pali, but I could not understand it.He read the scriptures like this, the worms around him seemed to stop, and all the noise was gone.

My breath grew more and more rapid, my mouth opened and no sound, just then the man's spell suddenly stopped, he sat there slightly sideways, seemed to notice something, and then turned back... I shouted, almost fainted, just at this time, in the middle of the night only heard a roar: "broken!"

The next second I was still sitting in the old wooden house, my hand still touching the skull, opposite the old wood, his face was extremely pale, we looked almost silly face to face.

The door opened, and a monk came in from outside, not too old, at most twenty-five or six years old, and was not handsome, wearing a broken monk's robe.This monk's clothes are not much stronger than the broken ones.

As soon as the man came in, he spoke in a heavy local dialect and said, "Oh, what a heavy yin."

The old wooden saw the acquaintance, quickly stood up, but the two feet were soft, and they almost fell, and the monk quickly held on: "Brother Wood, it is not yet New Year's Day, why do this gift."

"My day, your forefather, let me go, shut the door, and let no one see."Old Wood said.

The monk quickly returned and closed the door.

“Master, was it you who saved us?”I asked.

The monk asked, “How did the beneficiation know my law?”

“What law number are you?”I stand.

The monk folded his hands together: "The little monk's law, the release of Shakyamuni, the wife's husband, is also."

I almost laughed, I calculated, "Master Yufu, was you just saved me?"

"A commissal can't do that much."The monk said: "Just now I was sitting in a retreat, suddenly upset, feel the gloom of the sky, as a Buddha sentient beings with red dust, how can I stand by and watch, follow the taste, it is you who made the ghost, and then I cried out, and then I cried out and broke the gloom."I want to come to this pussy is also a soft and afraid of the master, and when he sees a monk like me, he bumps up."

This comman speaks a full mouthful of dialects, and I don't know where the native language is, is really funny.

However, it also proves that the monk does have two brushes, at least above me, I can't get out of the ghost, and he can shout through his voice.

The man looked at the old wood, gave him instructions with his eyes, the old wood was also fine enough, froze for two seconds, and immediately reacted: "Come, come, let me introduce first."This is the original foot monk from the middle, called the fu.fu, this is my good brother, a senior who has done the Fa in Southeast Asia, called Wang Qiang."

Lao Mu said, "Fufu, since you accidentally broke the empty door, it must also be a fate, it doesn't matter to tell you."He hanged Sister Liu, was solitary last night, and today he found the skull in the censer.

The lexoul was interested and took up the skull and looked at it.I said, “Just entered the fantasy, Brother Wood, what do you see?”

Lao Muxin said: "In the illusion, I am in the jungle, surrounded by dead bodies, the village is in a fire, and the houses are burning, which scares me."At this time, a large waist of the bear with a bear waist, behind a tail, I hid behind a pillar, he did not see me, the specific thing he did not see, I did not see, at that time scared me half dead.I secretly looked at him and saw his distant back, holding the hair of a dead body in his hand, and then I was scared and I didn't know when I would be back."

I described what I had just seen.

Old Mu patted his thighs, "It's fucking evil, the illusions of the two of us can actually carry on and go together."

The leopard listened and called Amitabha Buddha, “This is not an illusion, this is the art of a ghost.”I did not expect this head to create its own ghostland, you can see the yin.The little monk is not talented, when he was a child, he can break all the illusions of the world, from childhood to Dalian dream did not do, so any voice, you can shout the illusion.

I took a cold breath, looked up and down this monk, and there was such a tall person, actually born to solve the ghostland.

“According to the clues provided in the ghost situation just now,” I said, “this man’s head is unusual, and it is most likely a phallus that has been crowned with a secret mantra.”

The old wood blinked, “What is that long-tailed man?”

"No matter what, in short, it's not a man, he hasn't heard of a man's long tail."

"Yes," I said, "those who return to their ancestors have long tails, and the world's strange news records have not been seen."

"Hey, Lord, take care of you."The narco said.

The old wood waved: "First of all, don't discuss the long tail thing."I know what's going on with this skull."

I looked at him with the narcissist.

Lao Mu said, “There is also a temple in our city, called Xinghua Temple.”Their temple and our Faben Temple have not been very deal with, and the temple on the other side is not a thing, and they are always jealous of the incense of our temple.I know, they must be buried here, with the phallus to interfere with our incense here, mother, this is to fight."

“The palace fight?”I doubt.

"You don't understand," said Lao Mu, "the battle between the temple and the temple is called the palace fight."Hey, these people really want to come out, see how I clean them up!When I this temple wishes to eat dry food."

He patted me: "Brother, I think the war between our two temples has begun, and you and Fumuf will not be able to stand by."

The ex-husband said, "The family does not participate in the world's fighting, if you want to be so whole, I have to go today."

"No, no," the old man quickly pulled him: "You are a tall man, and you can't go for a very long time now!"