Chapter 415 Life and Death
In the wilderness, the outlines of poor mountains and bad waters left black mottled shadows under the sparse stars.
The cuckoo's cry, the cicada's chirping and the cricket's voice blend into one.
On the weed-covered hill, under the shade of the old locust tree, the lights of the old house flickered, illuminating the wrinkles on the old servant's face and the reflective head of the Buddha.
Their shadows were reflected on the walls of the courtyard, like a forbidden scene.
The bamboo chair slowly turned around at this time, and the sound of the bamboo chair rubbing against the ground was like a death spell.
"Are you the one who sealed the coffin?"
The Buddha in his Tang suit seemed to always stand tall and straight. Even though a trace of cold sweat seeped out of his head, he still stood straight at this moment.
He looked at the chair. Above it was a thick darkness, without a trace of light.
But the Buddha knew that there was a person sitting there, but he couldn't see him, and neither could his servants.
This is the state of harmony between heaven and man, also known as "the unity of man and God" and "the unity of Brahman and Atman". Only those who have reached the sixth step and become immortals can have such power.
So the evil Taoist priest underestimated him after all.
The Buddha sighed secretly in his heart.
The bamboo chair began to sway gently again, and under the orange light, there was a sense of decadence from the last era.
The vermilion coffin suddenly stood up and slammed heavily to the ground, making a dull sound.
The voice sounded again, neither fast nor slow.
"This coffin is in the northwest desert. It is in an ancient tomb complex from 2,000 years ago. It is placed outside the tomb chamber. You cannot open the door to the tomb chamber, so you can only take the coffin away first."
"You couldn't take the original coffin with you, so you used the mahogany coffin you brought with you."
"You knew the things inside were cursed, but you still brought them back, even at the cost of snatching them from the hands of the Nirvana."
"Besides the fact that you recently started practicing witchcraft, I also want to do a business deal."
"I didn't expect that in just a few years, you have already formed a complete network."
"Should we say that where there is light in this world, there is also darkness?"
As the voice sounded, there seemed to be some sighing, and the Buddha's expression became increasingly uglier.
But the sound still did not stop at all.
"Master Buddha, what a nice name. Should I call you Master Buddha or Wang Wulong?"
The Buddha's extremely ugly expression suddenly changed, his emotions went out of control, and he roared:
"Wang Wulong died a long time ago."
The roar startled countless birds in the dark night.
After the Buddha roared, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then he opened his eyes, glanced at the old servant and said:
"Since you are here, why don't you pour some tea for me?"
The old servant was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and the Buddha continued:
"Senior, my humble abode is simple, please forgive me."
At this point he glanced at the old servant again and said, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and go!"
"yes!"
The night was still dark and quiet, and the old servant began to move. Even though the house was purchased several years ago, he still remembered the location of everything in the room.
He quickly walked up the stairs to the second floor to get the things for making tea.
Although this place has not been cleaned for a long time, there is no shortage of necessary things. After all, this house was originally bought for refuge.
After the old servant left, the Buddha bowed and said:
"Senior, I have no intention of provoking you. If I knew that you handled this coffin, I would never dare to rob it."
"It's just that due to lack of information, this misunderstanding occurred. Please forgive me, senior."
As he spoke, a dagger slipped out of his sleeve. He suddenly grabbed the dagger and stabbed it into his right shoulder with his backhand. His action was so decisive that blood flowed out instantly and dripped onto the ground.
Under the orange light, one could faintly see wisps of black gas seeping out from his wounds. This was a curse, and only this kind of power could truly make a transcendent unable to recover for a long time.
The Buddha did not pull out the dagger, but let it stick in his shoulder. He loosened his hand holding the dagger handle, knelt on one knee and said:
"This knife is the price I pay for offending my senior."
The Buddha had no resentment towards apologizing to those who came.
In his opinion, the world of extraordinary people is a world where the strong prey on the weak. In such a world, it is only natural for the weak to admit their mistakes to the strong.
If the strong show mercy to the weak, then they are magnanimous.
"If you think it's not enough, I will do the three knives and nine holes. I only ask you to spare my life."
The Buddha whispered that he had never thought that this knife could atone for his sins.
This knife is just a token of my loyalty.
If you can have a chance, every move is worth it.
It was still pitch black on the bamboo chair, and it was impossible to tell who was sitting on it. The air was silent for a long time before a voice slowly sounded.
"You are very smart, but smart people may not live long."
"How long a layman like me can live depends on what the senior thinks."
The Buddha lowered his head, the blade still stuck in his shoulder, blood was flowing, and he looked like he was ready to be dealt with.
When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Mr. Buddha is a person who knows how to judge the situation very well.
But the voice did not directly say whether to let him live or die.
This actually made the Buddha breathe a sigh of relief. If this person came up and decided his life or death, it would mean that he would not survive no matter what.
And now it means that he has a chance to survive.
Time passed little by little, and the only sound in the old house was the old servant rummaging through things upstairs.
Even the old servants were always listening to the sounds below.
This night was unusually solemn.
It took a long time before a sound was heard.
"The coffin is here now. Do you want to see the person inside?"
"That depends on whether you want me to see it or not."
The old servant came down from the second floor, poured a cup of tea beside the bamboo chair, and watched the scene in front of him quietly.
The Buddha knelt on one knee, with the hilt of the knife hanging on his body, lowered his head, and slowly uttered these words.
It seems that life and death are all under the control of the other party.
The person on the bamboo chair sighed when he heard this.
“You’re really good at talking!”
The bamboo chair began to shake again, and the person sitting on it said calmly:
"If you can survive later, I will give you a way to live, but if you can't survive, then this house will be your burial place."
The next moment, the coffin standing in the courtyard suddenly opened, and a cold and biting wind blew out from the coffin.
The coffin was opened.
The Buddha, who was wearing a Tang suit, suddenly felt a sense of being targeted. He knew that the corpse in the coffin was staring at him.
This curse that was cast who knows how many years ago has begun to take effect.
There seemed to be someone roaring in the courtyard, and even the orange light began to flicker.
Under the flickering light, the old servant seemed to see a corpse in the coffin that had been dried for who knows how many years slowly reaching out its hand.
The skin on those hands was cracked, revealing the eerie white bones, like a wronged soul seeking revenge.
The next moment, the wind blew in the courtyard.
The coffin seemed to have suddenly turned into a gluttonous mouth, sucking in everything in the courtyard one by one.
The Buddha reached out his hand expressionlessly and pulled out the blade on his shoulder. Blood gushed out instantly, turning into a series of blood drops that fell into the vermilion coffin.
In the upright coffin, the shriveled corpse opened its mouth and swallowed the blood, its empty eyes becoming even deeper.
The next moment, the Buddha suddenly stood up, holding the dagger in his backhand and rushed into the coffin.
"boom!"
Something seemed to explode in the courtyard, and autumn leaves that had accumulated over countless years were swept into the coffin.
The vermilion coffin lid suddenly flew back and closed on the coffin.
The wrinkled old servant clearly saw the last scene when the coffin was closed. It was the mummy tightly hugging the Buddha's body, like a parasite parasitic on the Buddha's body.
The coffin closed, turned over and fell to the ground, and finally lay horizontally on the ground.
But the sound did not end, the coffin lid was still shaking violently, as if foreshadowing a fierce confrontation.
The old servant clenched his hands tightly, and his nails left deep scars on his palms.
"The tea is pouring out."
A soft voice sounded in the old servant's ears.
The old servant suddenly withdrew his hand and found that the teapot in his hand had tilted at some point, and the teapot water spilled all over the table.
Layers of white mist rose above the boiling tea.
"Feel sorry!"
The old servant suddenly put the teapot in his hand aside, then took out a cloth and started wiping it.
He wiped it for a while, and then he couldn't help but ask: "Can he come out alive?"
"Half life, half death. It depends on how much he wants to live."
The coffin was still shaking, and occasionally made a harsh sound, as if someone was scratching the coffin with fingernails.
But soon these sounds disappeared.
The courtyard seemed to be silent for a while, but after a moment, a sound came out from the coffin again. It was a creepy laugh, like the hoarse laughter of a person on the verge of collapse.
The lights were still flickering, but they were never completely extinguished.
After a while, the hysterical laughter completely disappeared.
The night sky seemed extremely strange for a moment.
After a long while, the old servant slowly said, "I will switch with him."
The person on the bamboo chair, whose figure had not yet appeared, laughed when he heard this.
"You have senility disease, there is no cure. You will die if you go in, and he is half and half."
The old servant shook his head and bowed:
“That’s not how it works.”
"There's no point in me living. If I die, I'll be dead. He still has plenty of time to enjoy his life."
"Fate is different from destiny."
There was a sense of sadness and despair in the old servant's words, as well as a yearning for liberation.
Many people will advise others to live, telling them that living is an act of bravery, but these people have never experienced the pain of others, and they do not understand what despair that is.
The voice above the chair was silent for a moment, then slowly rose.
"Since you know that one fate is different from another, then you should know..."
"You don't need to take the blame for what he did."
“Everyone has to pay the price for their choices.”
The voice was calm and steady, like a wise man explaining a truth.
The night remained silent, and the coffin also became quiet.
The voice on the bamboo chair took the initiative to change the subject.
"Do you know how many people in the Ming Dynasty are doing the same thing as you?"
The old servant was silent for a moment, then said:
"Not much, of course..."
"Not too few."
At least the old servant has seen many people. In this era, no matter what it is, a corresponding industrial chain will be automatically formed, and even the extraordinary people are no exception.
The old servant is the closest person to the Buddha, so naturally he has seen many people related to him.
However, the voice did not seem to intend to ask him this, and spoke again without waiting for the old servant to answer with the data.
"There are about 350 people, and there are even more related extraordinary people."
"You are the dark side of the extraordinary people of the Ming Dynasty, just like those who walked in the darkness of the Ming Dynasty when there were no extraordinary people."
“No matter how bright the sun is, there will always be shadows.”
“That’s understandable.”
"I just hope you shadows can behave yourself."
"That's why I gave him a chance to live, otherwise he would have died."
In the cold night, the voice on the bamboo chair spoke calmly, explaining bit by bit why the Buddha was given a way to live.
"But life is life, and you need to fight for it yourself. If he doesn't have that destiny, then he can only die here."
The old servant remained silent. He could only listen quietly.
Because he knew that there was no way he could resist the person in front of him.
In the past, Buddha could be said to be able to call the wind and rain in the underground world of the extraordinary people, but just because there was a possibility of attracting this information, he gave up everything he had done before and went into hiding.
This was enough to show how powerful the person who came was. He was so powerful that the Buddha didn't dare to resist at all and could only humbly pray for a way to survive.
Just as the courtyard fell into silence again, a sound was heard from the coffin again.
The entire coffin was shaking, as if a fierce and enormous fight was taking place inside.
Cracks began to appear on the ground beneath the coffin.
"They are going to fight to the death."
As the sound from the bamboo chair rang out, the old servant's heart couldn't help but rise.
Can the Buddha survive the confrontation with that strange corpse?
The old servant had no confidence, he could only hope so.
The dull sound from the coffin continued to ring out, becoming more and more intense, and the cracks on the ground gradually spread out.
The next moment, the coffin flew into the air and stopped in mid-air.
The coffin lid flew up into the sky, as if it was smashed away by an uncontrollable force.
The coffin suddenly overturned, and two figures fell out of the coffin, hitting the ground, with blood splattering everywhere.
One of them was a corpse and the other was the Buddha.
At this moment, a pair of hands pushed away the corpse.
(End of this chapter)
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