Deng Ran followed Shi Xing and it was not the first time he went out. He just didn't understand why the master asked him to go out. In his eyes, the mortal world was like a polluted mud, and Buddhism was naturally pure. Who would have left a purity place without waiting for it? He had to go to the thatched cottage to find an experience?

"Oh, this master has just gone down the mountain, are you from White Horse Temple?"

When Deng Ran was stunned when he heard someone calling his name, he looked back and saw a slightly fat middle-aged uncle with a thick beard but bald head, looking at him with a smile.

Deng Ran nodded, and after chanting the Buddha's name, he said, "I came down the mountain to experience it. Is there anything wrong with the donor?"

The slightly fat middle-aged uncle laughed and said, "There are people in my family doing funerals. I just happened to go to Baima Temple to invite the masters to do rituals. I happened to meet the master. Can I come to my house to help you and give it a gift?"

Deng Ran, who had already gone down the mountain and didn't know where to go, thought that he could find a place to stay, and it was not difficult to do a favor. He nodded and said, "Okay, please lead the way."

Deng Ran followed the middle-aged fat uncle all the way forward, crossed two streets and entered the back of the village, a three-story building built with cement, and there was a small yard in front of the building. The surrounding yard was already arranged like a mourning hall. The white cloth strips fluttered with the cold wind, and many people stood there, but it was very quiet and no one spoke.

"Here, come, I'll invite the master to come!"

The slightly fat uncle hurriedly ran in, but the sound of his speech was not loud, but instead he seemed a little cautious. (No pop-up ad)

"Is this master reliable?"

Someone asked.

"It would be nice to find someone to do this kind of thing. I didn't tell him the truth. Don't tell him the truth. Then you don't talk about it when the ritual is finished." The slightly fat uncle said in a low voice. Then he turned around and looked at Deng Ran who was standing at the door and said with a smile, "Master, come in, we are countrymen and have never seen the world. Don't be surprised. The body is still in the mourning hall, please."

Deng Ran was not stupid at the door. Any reactions around him to masters of his level were in his eyes, and every word and action was reflected in his mind. Deng Ranke just now saw their reactions clearly.

There must be something hidden without saying it, and it is probably not a good thing. Deng Ran walked inside, and the crowd in front of him gradually dispersed, and even whispered and looked at Deng Ran in front of him with a strange look. He used female claws to rubbish.

"What's wrong with everyone in the family?"

Deng Ran asked strangely.

The slightly fat uncle looked at the reactions of the people around him and frowned. Then he hurriedly said, "Please ask me in the master. Everyone is in a bad mood when a funeral happened at home. This situation is normal. What should I prepare? I'll ask someone to help me."

Deng Ran waved his hand and said, "No need to prepare anything. Pour a cup of water for me. I need to moisten my throat before chanting the scriptures."

The slightly fat uncle nodded quickly, then called the people around him to run out to pour water, and he took Deng Ran into the mourning hall. As soon as he stepped into the mourning hall, Deng Ran felt a storm of wind blowing in his face, and he couldn't help but frown. Looking at the surrounding environment, no one was standing in the mourning hall. The portrait was covered with black cloth, and some debris seemed to be piled up on both sides. There was no burning incense on the desk, and it looked deserted. (A good novel, an old-fashioned radio was playing the recorded scriptures, but it might be because of the speaker, and the sound made was a bit strange.

He reached out and took three incense sticks from the desk table, then gently wiped them with his fingers, and the three incense sticks on his hand were immediately lit, and then a curling smoke came out.

Then he inserted it into the incense burner, put his hands behind his back and watched. The incense burned very slowly. Someone next to him walked to the door with a bowl of water, but he didn't dare to come in. He called out a few times: "Master, Master..."

Deng Ran turned his head to look at the man behind him, but saw that the man seemed a little scared and dared not enter the house. He walked over and took the bowl of water from his hand, and said, "Thank you. Close the door, and then ask others to ask for two door gods to stick to the door. Don't open the door if I don't come out."

The man nodded immediately and hurriedly closed the door. As soon as he closed the door, everyone behind him immediately surrounded him, and someone whispered: "What's going on? Why are you closing the door?"

"It was the master who said it was closed. He also said that if he didn't come out, don't open the door. By the way, he also asked us to put the door god on the door. Do you think he could see something?"

"Maybe, don't worry, you go to the door god first, take out some at home quickly. If you have such unclean things in the village, don't even think about running away. This thing will be gaze at people. It's useless no matter how far you run, go find it!"

The slightly fat man whispered, and the people around him hurriedly ran out, all of whom looked bad.

Deng Ran moved a bench to him, sat on it and bent. The fragrance in front of him seemed to burn much faster than expected, but in the end it suddenly went out, three long and two short, which was not a good sign.

He took a sip of water and said softly, "There is no one here, get up."

The coffin trembled slightly, and soon a figure sat up from the coffin, wearing a mourning dress and wearing dead white makeup on his face. As soon as he sat up, his whole body trembled, and the powder on his face fell down with a "smooth..."

To Deng Ran, the corpse transformation is not unusual, but to ordinary people, it is very terrifying.

The zombie opened his mouth and spit out a faint green mist, then jumped up, and after landing, he looked at Deng Ran in front of him. Deng Ran was still as old as a god, drinking water, with a faint smile on his face.

This zombie obviously cannot speak soon after the zombie turns, and she can't make any sounds in her mouth, and her consciousness and intelligence should not be high. After talking for a long time, she couldn't express her meaning clearly.

"Although I don't know why you became a zombie, it seems that people outside them also know it. Since they have become a zombie, they can't keep you anymore, and destroying you is not considered a killing life."

Deng Ran put the bowl in his hand on the bench beside him. The zombie roared and finally attacked Deng Ran. A pair of sharp claws penetrated from the air and grabbed Deng Ran's head. Deng Ran calmly reached out to the zombie in front of him, his fingertips fell on the forehead of the zombie. His fingers flicked gently, and a Buddha light penetrated into the zombie's body. The green light in the zombie's eyes was occupied by the golden Buddha light in an instant. After a few seconds, his body expanded. At this moment, the person who was staying outside heard a loud noise from inside, and then heard a "dongdong..." sound in the mourning hall.

"Good!" "Is that monster coming out?" "Good guy, what's going on?"

At this moment, Deng Ran looked at the zombie on the ground in front of him, and his body had exploded. He touched his head and showed an embarrassing expression on his face, and whispered: "Oh, it exploded as soon as he tried his best..."

At this moment, Deng Ran suddenly felt his heart was dull for no reason, and it felt like he had entered a gloomy place or had sucked uncomfortable gas.

"What's going on? Something is floating around?"

He felt keenly, and at this moment, the three incense sticks inserted in the incense burner suddenly reignited, but what appeared was not ordinary red flames but strange green flames.

"Where is the ghost here? Show up and see!"

He shouted loudly, but there was no sound around him. It was as quiet as death. This quietness made people feel even more uncomfortable.

The surroundings were very quiet, only the three incense sticks in front of me were still burning. After a while, after the incense was burned, no other abnormal conditions appeared. Deng Ran frowned and sighed, "It's really uneasy to be at peace under the White Horse Temple."

I turned around and walked to the door, but I was shocked when I opened the door. There was not a single person in the yard outside. There were so many people just now, and the crowded yard suddenly became empty.

"Where are people?"

Deng Ran walked out of the yard and looked around but there was no one. After walking out of the house, he found that the whole village was empty. Cars and motorcycles were parked on the side of the road, but only the cold wind blew across the streets of the village.

"Where have people gone?"
Chapter completed!