Before I could react, the monk had already touched his bald head and sighed regretfully.

"I thought it was a senior in the cave. I was careless and careless. I took it for granted. Although there were no ghosts in this place, it did not mean there was nothing else. Speaking of which, what exactly are you?" The monk touched his chin, sat cross-legged, and looked at me seriously.

I realized that this guy could sense my existence, but could not see me. Otherwise, he would never have been able to regard me as some monk from the cave.

But it is impossible to answer his question.

I’m telling myself about my home with a stranger who doesn’t know the details. It seems that it’s a scene that only exists in anime, and it’s not done in film and television dramas. The exaggerated and straightforward expression method is straightforward and cute in anime and can be accepted. If I really do this in the third dimension, I’m a bit stupid.

I didn't say anything, the monk just muttered for a while, guessing my identity to himself.

"It's not a ghost, nor a senior. Is it a spirit? It's not like this. Or is it a certain idea that has not become a spirit or a ghost? Well... you have run out to move before and come back, are you independent? In this case..."

He didn't avoid being right next to me, just like in a cave, and said a lot of things without much care.

At this time, I felt that he might not be a bad person. Of course, he could not be a good person. The incident of stealing Buddha heads and the information he revealed in his conversation with three men proved that he was at least a habitual criminal of stealing cultural relics, and he was doing this with great peace of mind. I don’t know that besides stealing cultural relics, he had never done anything illegal.

I thought of what he said to the Buddha statue.

He is probably the kind of person who cuts each other in front of him and doesn't blink his eyes, let alone stop him, run away or call the police if he calls him. He may not necessarily feel compassion when he dies in front of him.

I turned my head and looked out the window.

The yin energy has not disappeared and is getting stronger and stronger. But its range is still very small, not the yin energy that spreads out in Huixiang. This is a bit strange.

The monk snapped his fingers and said, "Forget it, I won't guess. Do you want to go there and take a look?"

I looked at the monk in surprise.

"Oh, I didn't want to go. OK, just go." The monk said, revealing a smile, "Everyone is inevitably curious. Although I don't know why you appeared and are following me, since you have more variables, you might as well make more changes."

I suddenly became alert.

The monk noticed my "extraordinary", that is, he noticed the changed "memory" and "reality". It was beyond my expectations that he realized so quickly. I have not done anything until now, just following him. In this case, he did not regard me as something that suddenly appeared, and could clearly distinguish the differences in memory. It was really too keen.

The monk had put on his coat and shoes, and asked me to go out together.

His attitude towards me was kind.

I thought about it, moved my body, and followed him neither far nor near.

The monk didn't say anything, opened the door and walked out.

The hotel door had an automatic lock. He didn't close the door, so I went directly through the automatic closing door and arrived at the corridor.

The monk looked back at me, smiled, and continued to walk out.

There is still someone on duty at the front desk downstairs. It is not the woman I used to be, but two men.

When the monk went downstairs, the two men showed a look of surprise and their eyes were circling on the monk's head.

One of them spoke to remind the monk, "The night market has been closed, and the scenic spots have been closed. Where are you going so late?"

"I can't stand it hungry, go buy some food. Do you have any midnight snacks here?" The monk answered without changing his face, without any hesitation.

A man answered the monk's question and recommended him a barbecue restaurant.

After the monk thanked him, his expression still did not change much. He went out and turned right as the man said.

The direction where the yin energy appears is on the other side.

The monk seemed to be very familiar with the roads of Qing Tea House. After turning two streets, the direction was right.

At night, Qing Tea House is very quiet. There are not many shops open all night.

The monk walked for more than ten minutes and saw no shops open, and there were no pedestrians on the road.

"Guess, where did that yin energy come from?" the monk asked suddenly, turning to look at me, slowing down.

I didn't say anything.

"I think it's Shao Xiu's. Oh, you may not know that Shao Xiu was a girl who committed suicide by jumping into a well decades ago. Her family opened a tea shop here, which is considered a time-honored brand. There is also a tea shop called Tongrenhao. In order to grab the territory that year, the two shops gathered people and started fighting, and several people died. A son of Tongrenhao's boss died. They took revenge on Wanfu's house and set fire in Wanfu's warehouse and mansion. The girl was disfigured in the fire and couldn't think of it. She jumped into a well and drowned. Hey, in the winter, she jumped into a well and drowned. The climate here is warm, but the well water in winter is also bone-cold. The drowned process is particularly slow. If she can swim, or the water level of the well water is relatively low, she may not have drowned. It is also possible that she bumped into something during the well jump..."

When the monk said this, he showed a gloomy smile, "Can you imagine that situation? A man was trapped in the cold well water in despair and died slowly..."

I shivered and was frightened by the scene depicted by the monk.

It’s not that I’m timid, but that the monk’s tone and expression are very terrifying.

For a moment, I thought that I was following not a person, but a demon.

I stopped following the monk's footsteps.

The monk also stopped.

His face became clearer in front of me.

His facial features have changed a little. His originally white and fat face has become slim and powerful, with his chin and cheekbones protruding. His hair seems to have turned into burning black flames.

I thought I had seen some kind of monster, but in the blink of an eye, the monk smiled again.

"Did you scare? Amitabha." The monk clasped his hands together, turned around and continued to leave.

I thought of something in a trance.

That was the Buddha statue I saw in the thousand-year-old temple when I was traveling.

In addition to the kind-hearted Bodhisattva, there are always statues of the glaring Vajra in the temple.

Although the monk was like the one who looked like the red-skinned and green-skinned Vajra... Wait, I have never seen the monk like that before. It was just the pictures seen in some ancient art works of Buddhism, and most of them were the kind of art works abroad. The gods and Buddhas with green faces and fangs, shaped like evil ghosts, stepped on both humans and ghosts under their feet...

The monk stopped and looked back at me, "Why don't you leave?"

I am in a complicated mood now. But as I watched the monk recover his kind face, I still followed.

I couldn't leave either. Instead of being passively discovered by the monk, I could not escape, I might as well follow it like this.

The monk did nothing to me, but fortunately he continued to talk about Shao Xiu's affairs leisurely.

"...What would happen to someone who died like that? If there is no external force, you will definitely turn into a ghost and vent your resentment in your heart." The monk ended with this sentence as the end of Shao Xiu's story, raised his hand and put it in his ears, and made a tilt to listen, "Listen."

I don't know what he wants me to listen to, and I don't hear anything.

The monk's face showed that smile again, making me want to retreat.
Chapter completed!