screenwriter mystery

Chapter 307 Headless Statue
"... Yeye, Namo, Alaye, Polujiedi, Shuobolaya, Bodhisattva Poya, Mahasattva Poye, Maha, Galunigaya, Om, Sabola Punishment, counting and writing. Nanwu, Xiji Litu, Yimeng Alaiye, Polujidi, Shifola..."

Late at night, Horikawa High School.

After school time, all the students in school have gone back.

Under the illumination of the lights prepared by the school, the monks of the Kinkakuji Temple in the open space are still reciting scriptures.

beck - beck -

"Brother, it's my turn to preside over the ceremony now. The principal has prepared a fast meal for us in the auditorium. Before it's cold, go and fill your stomach."

Walking out from the direction of the school auditorium, a monk said to his brother who had been sitting in front of the open space beating wooden fish.

"Then I will trouble you, Junior Brother."

Hearing the monk's words, the Kinkakuji monk Xinzheng, who was beating the wooden fish, stopped the movement of his hands, turned his sore wrist and thanked his junior, and then handed over the juvenile in his hand to the other party.

"This is what I should do."

Qian Zhi, who received the letter, was handing it over, and the monk at the side replied in a low voice.

Because of the canopy, most of his face was covered in shadows, only a small part of his mouth was exposed.

Twisting his body that was stiff from sitting cross-legged for a long time, Xinzheng stood up from his seat and looked back at the monks of Kinkaku-ji Temple behind him. Great Compassion Curse".

Turning around and clapping his hands together to signal to his hard-working companion, Xinzheng walked towards the school auditorium with stiff steps.

And as Xinzheng left, the monk holding the bullock sat down in his place, raised the bullock in his hand and beat the wooden fish.

beck - beck -

In line with the scriptures behind him, he began to recite in a low voice.

Accompanied by the "Great Compassion Mantra" constantly being heard in the open space, Xinzheng stepped into the auditorium.

Because it was only temporarily placed for the vegetarian dishes prepared for the monks of the Kinkakuji Temple, the entire auditorium did not turn on too many lights, only a solitary lamp was lit in the corner, where the vegetarian dishes for Xinzheng and others were prepared.

"Everyone, haven't you eaten yet?"

When he came to the prepared vegetarian food, Xinzheng looked at the vegetarian food boxes on the table with some surprise.

He originally thought that he was the last one to come.

Unexpectedly, apart from him, there were so many juniors who didn't eat.

"Then you have to eat quickly, and you can't let the rest of the juniors go hungry."

Thinking that there are so many juniors outside who have not eaten, Xinzheng felt a little apologetic in his heart, and reached out to pick up a box of Vegetarian Vegetables from the table. Use pad stomach to describe.

Although, in Japan, because of the different sects, the monks or masters of the succession system can drink, eat meat and even get married. They don’t have to abide by most of the forest rules and disciplines, but those are just some small temples. The status of monks is important to them. More of a family business than a religion.

However, for an orthodox temple like Kinkakuji, precepts still exist.

He opened the lunch box in his hand, picked up the chopsticks inside and prayed in a low voice.

Xin was picking up a piece of tofu, and was about to send it to his own mouth, when suddenly a faint smell of fishy smell drifted into the tip of his nose.

"What is this smell?"

Frowning, he stopped the chopsticks in his hand.

"Could it be that a mouse died somewhere?"

Such thoughts appeared in Xinzheng's mind, and he suddenly felt his appetite greatly reduced.

blah blah-

However, just as Xinzheng was guessing the cause of this stench, suddenly dull footsteps sounded from the auditorium.

"who is it?"

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Xinzheng turned his head subconsciously, looking at the looming shadow appearing in the shadow of the auditorium.

Frowning, he tentatively asked, "Which junior brother is it?"

He thought it was the younger brother who rested to fill his stomach.

Tap-tap-tack--

However, facing Xinzheng's question, the figure in the shadow did not make any answer, but continued to walk towards the monk's position with dull steps.

Accompanied by the continuous sound of footsteps, the doubts on Xinzheng's face deepened a bit.

"Is it the benefactor of Horikawa High School?"

However, he continued to suppress his incomprehension and continued to ask.

"..."

However, no matter how the letter in the auditorium asked, the figure that appeared did not have any answer.

It just stepped on dull footsteps, and walked towards the monk's position bit by bit.

In this way, in the unhurried movement.

Under the faint light of the auditorium, Xinzheng finally saw the whole picture of the visitor clearly.

However, this result not only did not help Xinzheng to solve his doubts, but instead made the originally puzzled expression on his face distorted and horrified.

I saw that what appeared under the lights of the auditorium was a living plaster statue.

The neck of the statue was bald and headless, holding a sharp machete, and approaching Xinzheng little by little.

Although he has no head, Xinzheng can clearly feel that the target of this plaster statue is himself.

"How is this possible, why..."

Looking at this living and moving plaster statue, the indifferent expression that Xinzheng had kept on his face disappeared.

The vegetarian meal in his hand fell to the ground and spilled all over the floor of the auditorium.

And Xinzheng kept shaking his head, and retreated towards the position behind him in panic.

"Could it be that everything in Horikawa High School is true? All of this is really caused by ghosts and gods!"

Bang!
In panic, Xin Zheng's back body hit the edge of the podium, but he himself had no time to take care of all this.Looking at the headless statue waving a sharp machete in front of him, he kept approaching him.

Xinzheng reached out and touched the prayer beads on his neck, and then he woke up with a start.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when walking the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, sees that the five aggregates are all empty, and overcomes all hardships. Relic! Color is not empty, empty is not different, color is empty, and empty is color. The same is true for thinking and knowing. Son! It is the empty form of all dharmas..."

Holding the Buddha beads in his hand, he recited the Heart Sutra loudly in his mouth, trying to use Buddhism to resist ghosts and gods.

However, no matter how Xinzheng recited the Buddhist scriptures, the headless statue he faced seemed to have no influence, and continued to move towards him with dull footsteps.

"It's useless, the Buddhist scriptures are useless!"

Seeing that his last hope was shattered, Xinzheng couldn't help showing a desperate expression on his face.

In desperation, his eyes swept over the corner of the auditorium podium, where there seemed to be several familiar corpses lying there.

"That is……"

Looking at these corpses, Xinzheng's eyes flashed with horror.

However, before he could say anything, the headless statue had already arrived in front of him, raised the machete in his hand and swung it down.

"what!"

"... Monk Xila, Amukya, Sapoha. Sapomaha, Axituoye. Sapoha. Zhe Jila, Axituoye. Sapoha. Nala Jinchi, Bujialaye..."

beck - beck -

In the auditorium, Xinzheng's screams were heard.

On the open space, the monks of the Golden Pavilion Temple sitting together continued to recite the "Great Compassion Mantra" as if unconsciously.

In front of him, a monk with a bullock in his hand beat a wooden fish, and bright red blood flowed from his neck.

(End of this chapter)