Chapter 1 The unique means of revenge for defense

In midsummer, the heat and humidity do not subside at all even at night.

The noisy chirping of cicadas in the trees is even more disturbing.

But a park surrounded by this forest is extremely quiet and shady——

Los Angeles Cemetery.

At this time, in an inconspicuous corner, a young man was furtively observing the epitaphs on the tombstones one by one.

Finally, he stopped, slowly squatted down, picked up an apple from one of the tombstones, and then took a bite. After taking out his phone, he turned around and took a photo of himself chewing the apple and the tombstone.

Come down.

Then he contentedly sent the photo to someone in his contact list, along with an emotional voice:

"Idiot! You framed me for stealing, right? OK, I'll satisfy you. I'll just go to your mother's grave and eat your mother's tribute!"

After doing all this, he didn't rush to leave. Instead, he simply sat on the grave and played videos, waiting for a reply.

After saying that, he stood up, patted his trouser legs, and prepared to go home and sleep.

Without waiting for the woman to react, he hurriedly knocked on the wooden fish and threw a vajra bowl. The woman was covered in lightning and flint. He didn't know whether the vajra bowl had become bigger or the woman had become smaller. In short, when the dust settled,

By then, the Vajra Bowl had returned to the monk's hands.

Following the sound, a middle-aged monk, knocking on a wooden fish and wearing a monk's robe that had been washed and turned white but still clean, appeared in the field of vision.

He just likes to see this kind of clown jumping around in a hurry.

This made Jiang Xun, who was watching the show on the side, marveled and couldn't help but ask:

Boom, boom, boom.

Just when Jiang Xun was some distance away and the woman was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a crisp knocking sound came from not far away.

Before I knew it, I hadn't heard this familiar voice for more than a year.

The goal was achieved, and the depression of the past few days was gone. Jiang Xun felt much better and put the apple he had taken a bite back in front of the monument.

What the hell is this thousand-year-old evil that has transformed into a private server and paid a private visit?!

Jiang Xun touched his head in embarrassment, feeling a little guilty for his recklessness: "Let me tell you, he turned out to be a blind man. No wonder he was crying behind the tombstone. Tell me who died in your family, and I will take you there.

When looking for a grave, don’t cry for someone else’s family, you know, don’t let the rich water flow to other people’s fields?”

Because the other party spoke too quickly and was too emotional, the whole paragraph sounded like rap. He didn't even hear what the other party said, and he only understood the last sentence - "Jiang Xian, you really deserve to die!"

"Auntie, I'm not targeting you. Today, the 14th, I will give you an Apple 14. If you don't know how to use it, just go home and ask your son at night."

But at this moment, a dark wind suddenly blew in the originally peaceful cemetery.

Jiang Xun was a little confused. He remembered that this person was not there when he came here. Could it be that it was because of the angle that he was blocked by the tombstone, so he never saw it?

Looking at the dumbfounded woman, Jiang Xun, who had been waiting for no response, was a little impatient and shrugged: "Forget it, it's up to you, but before I leave, I have to remind you that you are crying in front of your own dead.

The behavior of others is not a kind of NTR. Although it is not illegal, it is immoral."

Jiang Xun was in a trance and turned around subconsciously.

She has been living in this cemetery for hundreds of years, feeding on the residual evil thoughts and resentments of freshly buried people. She is not weak, but often the more powerful the being, the more subtle things she can feel.

Lying in bed in the middle of the night, Jiang Xun became more and more angry as he thought about it, so he took a taxi and went to the grave of the deceased who had been buried to steal the tribute.

Although he was scolded, Jiang Xian's face was almost broken with laughter.

If he hadn't consulted a lawyer and violated the law by digging up the grave, he would have even planned to take a photo with the urn.

Until a few days ago, after a normal farewell party, the family of a deceased person who passed through his hands came to him and accused him of stealing things and stole a ring worth tens of thousands of dollars from the deceased.

Sure enough, less than two minutes later, a voice message lasting more than a minute was sent.

Jiang Xun, who came down from the mountain, had no education or work experience, so he had no choice but to go to the funeral parlor and work as a temporary worker with his passion. His job was to help the undertaker, help arrange the corpses, apply makeup and sew wounds, etc.

The woman was horrified to find that, whether it was an illusion or not, after Jiang Xun said these words, the looming dangerous aura around him actually became a little bit more.

He couldn't help but shudder and frowned, because at some point behind the tombstone, a woman appeared with her head lowered and sobbing.

She was wearing a bright red wedding dress, sitting on her knees on the ground, her head lowered, and her face could not be seen clearly.

The whole process went smoothly, and the monk always had a compassionate smile on his lips. To him, it all seemed so light and casual.

Although Jiang Xun never went to school, he had seen all kinds of people when he was a Zhike monk in the temple. He was considered a good person and knew what this kind of thing meant. He was just a temporary worker. He didn't say whether he was right or wrong.

The impact this incident had on the funeral home was enough to make him pack up and leave.

Therefore, Jiang Xian stepped forward generously and comforted him softly: "You are crying so sadly. Has anyone died in your family?"

"Who are you showing off your coolness? Which hilltop are you from?"

The man in front of her clearly exuded a strange aura, with ominous and evil thoughts lingering around him. Just the tip of the iceberg leaked out, and it completely stopped her from moving.

Hearing this, the woman slowly raised her head like a machine.

Although the salary is not high, it is more than enough to meet the daily needs of one person and the whole family.

Just by looking at it, the woman's eyes felt a stinging pain like needles, and she shed tears of blood.

In an instant, Jiang Xian frowned and saw that the woman's eyes were extremely empty. They were literally two deep black holes!

Two lines of blood and tears gurgled from the corners of his eyes, dripping on the ground and turning into a puddle of black water in an instant.

Until last year, when the old abbot heard Jiang Xun yelling at a pilgrim, "I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you, but I'm sorry for you," he finally couldn't bear it anymore and vented his ten-year-old Vajra anger and drove him down the mountain.

, and informed him of his surname, and returned the token with the word "ginger" printed on it to him.

When he was still a baby, Jiang Xian was abandoned outside a small temple and was adopted by the old abbot of the temple. Because Jiang Xie looked naive and kind-hearted as a child, the old abbot gave him the name "Xian".

, I hope he can maintain a compassionate and compassionate heart in the face of everything.

He looked at the woman who was clearly shocked, and smiled:

"Let the poor monk save you."

And the sinister and domineering evil thoughts that she had secretly absorbed over the years were now shrunk in her body and did not dare to move, as if they were firmly locked. This also meant that now she could not even think of ordinary people.

Not as good as that.

No matter how Jiang Xin tried to explain, it was useless. It was useless to put surveillance cameras and search people on his body. Anyway, the other party always had new excuses. In the end, not only the other party's family members thought so, but even the leaders of the funeral home became suspicious and asked him to temporarily let him go.

Rest at home for a few days.

His legs moved slowly, but the speed was not slow at all. In almost a blink of an eye, the monk actually crossed dozens of meters.

It was clearly June, but the biting cold temperature brought by the gust of wind gave Jiang Xun the illusion of standing naked on the mountain on a winter night.

The monk obviously never noticed that there was another person next to him. He was startled and almost lost his grip on the wooden fish and fell to the ground.

But facts have proven that even the most innocent child may become crooked one day.

While Jiang Xian was talking, the woman was in a daze.

It took a lot of effort to get this job. In order to prove that I was brave and careful, I carefully sorted all the corpses according to the degree of damage and handed over a flow-through construction design plan. Only then did I get this precious

It was a chance, but if he lost his job because of something like this, he would never accept it.

Although he was kicked out of the temple, it is impossible to say that he has not been exposed to Buddha nature at all for more than ten years. When encountering such a situation, he will still instinctively want to see if there is anything he can do to help.

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But he quickly managed his expression and looked at Jiang Xin kindly: "Donor, me."

Before he finished speaking, just one glance made his eyes round, almost popping out of his sockets.

As if he had seen an extremely horrifying scene, the monk took a few steps back and leaned on the tombstone behind him, pointed at Jiang Xin, and shouted with a voice that broke his voice:

"Hehe. Where is the monster!!?"

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