Grandpa is such a bunny

The sky was gradually dimming, and it was getting dark. A hazy dark blue mist covered the city of Luo'an. One after another, the candles that were as big as beans were gradually going out.

Du Yun closed the window.

Tupper looked up at him.

"After Xiangxiang and Xiaoshitou had accidents one after another, the city started to be haunted. They said that Xiangxiang and Xiaoshitou turned into ghosts to take revenge." Du Yun said.

Qian Fan brewed tea, and handed a cup of it to Tubo. I don't know what was in the tea, and a strong bitterness flowed up Tubo's nose along the hot air.

He is a rabbit, and he can't bear hardships, but at this moment, Tubo feels that this smell makes him inexplicably at ease.

Du Yun went on to say, "When it gets dark, the people lighting the lamps will hear mournful cries, the ground in the house shakes, and large black pools of blood flow out from the ground, and when the blood splashes on the body, there will be burning pain. "

Qian Fan asked, "Only appear?"

Du Yun shook his head, "No, I went to see it. It's a wound. It looks like being bitten by a poisonous insect. I asked the doctor and they said it was a kind of corpse poison. It's not serious. It can be treated with decoction, but it needs to be bedridden for more than half a month. "

Qianfan and Tubo looked at each other subconsciously, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes. Tubo rubbed his fingers on the rim of the cup of bitter tea, and said in a low voice, "What does this have to do with Xiangxiang and Xiaoshi?"

Du Yun pursed his lower lip, raised his head and drank the bitter tea in one gulp, his whole face wrinkled in bitterness, "Someone said that they saw two little things in a pool of blood, not only one family, but many injured people said I saw it, even some people inside did not know them at all, but listening to his description, there is no mistake. In order to see the children, Xiao Shitou’s parents lit the lamps all night, and the house was howling and crying, and the neighbors heard the strange noise in the house , but did not dare to enter until the candles were extinguished, and when they broke in, the husband and wife were burned all over their bodies, heavily poisoned by corpses, and they are still taking medicine. So I ordered that once it gets dark, no one should light the lamps."

He stared at Tubo and asked, "Old Tu, are there ghosts in the world?"

Are there ghosts in the world, just like are there demons in the world? Ordinary people are always asking these questions. They ask whether there are demons to seek answers to sorcery and unsolved mysteries. Asking whether there are ghosts is the fear of death. Hate, regret and remembrance for those who have not done anything.

There are demons in the world, and the rabbit demon sitting in front of him, so there are ghosts in the world, but ghosts are another weird, mysterious, and elusive world for both demons and humans.

Tubo is an ordinary monster, he has never done anything harmful to the world, nor does he have the ability to reach the sky and escape the earth as mentioned in the scriptures, he just lives and eats and drinks among mortals as a duty, and does things that make him comfortable.

He had never dealt with ghosts before, and even if he met them, he might hide and walk away, with the signboard of "ghosts don't offend rabbits, rabbits don't offend ghosts" as a rabbit's way of life, so at this time, even if he saw it from Du Yun's eyes It can be seen that what he wants to ask is not only such a simple question as whether there are ghosts or not, but it can't give him the answer he wants.

Seeing that always smiling face stained with bewilderment and desolation, Qian Fan felt strange, rubbed his fingers against the warm Buddhist beads, and said, "It's getting dark." He looked at Du Yun, "The way of gods and ghosts!" , I don’t have much contact with the poor monk, but if I can’t do it now, would my lord be willing to try it with the poor monk?”

Tubo was surprised, how could this person even know these things?

His voice was still hoarse, "Don't force yourself."

Qian Fan nodded.

"How does Zen Master want to try?" Du Yun said, "Tubai and I will try our best to cooperate with you."

The sky outside the house was already black, Qian Fan looked around the room, and turned over the red sandalwood beads wrapped around his slender wrist. He removed the beads one by one, turned around suddenly, and his sleeves flew , The Buddha beads pierced through the sound of the wind and shot into the five elements of the heavenly stems and earthly branches in the house.

Qian Fan led the people to stand outside the formation, lowered his eyebrows and folded his hands together, and said in a deep voice, "My lord, light the lamp."

Du Yun took out all the lamps and lanterns in the room. After hearing this, he hurriedly took them back from the next door, holding a large bag of candle oil lamps, and swallowed, "Zen Master, can this be done?"

Du Yun acted with a clear conscience, but it didn't affect his fear of ghosts in the slightest.Seeing that Qianfan was calm and composed, he looked back at Tubo. The man was also silent, so he had to swallow his saliva desperately, and pulled two sheets to wrap them both up, "Okay, if you want to try, I will try with you." , but I saw the corpse poison with my own eyes, so it should not be underestimated, cover your face with a sheet, so as not to be splashed with black blood."

Tubo took the cloth sheet, stood beside Qianfan and shook it off, ready to resist the splashing blood at any time, "Be careful."

Qian Fan hummed.

The lights of thousands of houses in Luo'an city were extinguished at the same time as if in tacit agreement, and the darkness suddenly overwhelmed the sky, and a faint night wind burst out from the quiet and deserted streets.

A dark cloud floated over, covering the stars and the moon.

In the dark room came the sound of 'tat-tat-tat-tat' collision.

Tubo, "Shut up."

Du Yun's teeth were trembling, "I can't control it."

Tubo, "Shall I smash it for you?"

Du Yun, "Then you will feed me food for the rest of my life."

Tubo wanted to starve you to death, wanted to refute him, felt a light touch on the back of his hand, and closed his mouth consciously.

Seeing him being so obedient, Qian Fan curled his lips in the dark, turned the torch in his hand, and walked into the talisman array to light a red candle.

The big flame lit up brightly, and the tables, chairs and benches in the room were quiet, nothing appeared or happened, only the rustling sound of the candles burning.

After a while, Du Yun asked, "What's the situation now?"

Tubo stared at the monk standing in front of him half a step away from him. The flickering candle shadow outlined Qian Fan's profile sharply. There is a kind of extraordinarily deep and calm.

He thought of the hug during the day, his throat felt bitter, his eyes drooped dimly, his gaze touched the ground, and he froze for a moment.

Dagu Dagu black and red blood dripped from his toes silently. Tubo was about to squat down to take a closer look, when he suddenly felt dizzy, and the ground seemed to turn violently. The cold wind mingled with the indescribable smell of blood.

"Ah ah ah."

Tubo was pulled violently, and Du Yun yelled while grabbing him firmly, pulling him towards the door, "Blood, there is blood all over the ground!"

Tubo raised his head, and at some point in the room, the floor was covered with black blood. The tables and chairs were soaked in the thick blood. No shaking.

"Thousand Fan." As soon as Tubo finished speaking, a Buddhist bead shot towards the candlelight, and the moment it touched the candlelight, a mournful cry exploded from the black blood all over the ground.

It was as if a boulder was suddenly thrown into a calm lake, and the blood splashed in all directions. At first, it was just ripples. Then, the blood rolled violently, and the blood that was less than two fingers splashed a three-foot-high blood wall in an instant. They loom.

Du Yun wrapped his head tightly with a cloth sheet and shouted, "Don't get touched by the blood, put out the candles!"

The bloody wall was pushed to the front, as if opening its bloody mouth to swallow them. Just as the blood rushed to the front of the body, a gust of wind rushed over, and the wind was mixed with light sandalwood, and the bloody wall was slapped back. , Qian Fan put away his palm and said in a low voice, "Look."

Tubo looked intently, and saw a shadow looming outside the sticky blood wall. The shadow was hidden behind the wall, not high, and only reached Tubo's legs. He looked at it, and his heart sank.

The black blood on the ground gushed out more violently, the blood wall didn't take advantage of it, and let out a shrill howl, shaking the already peaceful room violently.

Du Yun was so shaken that he fell into the pool of blood, his eyes were about to pop out in fright, Tubo quickly grabbed his arm, and as soon as he touched it, Du Yun jumped onto Tubo's back like a monkey, his legs tightly Clamping his waist, he shouted, "Ah, I'm going to fall."

The surrounding shaking became more violent, the open space under his feet was gradually flooded by the flowing blood, and there were even fewer places to stand.

At this moment, a skinny and ferocious ghost hand suddenly protruded from the bloody water. The hand was covered with white bones and rotten meat hung on it. It opened like a claw and grabbed Qian Fan ferociously.

"Be careful." Tubo wanted to slash with his bare hands, but was pushed away by a soft wind. Qianfan pulled him in front of him, and swiped his palm back at the ghost's hand. The extremely thin sword made a 'clank' sound in the wind, and the end of the rope was wrapped around the ghost's hand. Qianfan pulled hard, trying to pull out the hand and the ghost outside the bloody wall, but unexpectedly, the The hand turned into a cloud of black mist and disappeared.

"Behind you!" Tubo picked up the chair soaked in blood and flew over. The chair passed through his hand and smashed into another wall.

Qian Fan stared at the shadow outside the blood wall, clasped his hands together, and muttered in a low voice.

Ancient and obscure scriptures poured from his distinct lips, and were shot into the wall. The heavenly stems and earthly branch talisman array supported by Buddhist beads followed his voice, and golden veins emerged, and the veins emitted soft golden light. place, one can clearly see the black blood on the ground retreating quickly.

Du Yun exclaimed, "It works!" He climbed down from Tubo excitedly. As soon as he landed on the ground, he felt a pain in his ankle. Looking down, there were countless pairs of white and miserable faces in the black blood that had not had time to subside. Withered hands wrapped around him.

The red knotted rope flicked in the air, cutting off the withered hands on his ankles, Du Yun screamed, and even jumped on Tubo from a long distance, "Hurry up and blow out the candles."

Tubo hugged him speechlessly, and smashed the withered hand at his feet with something he could pick up, "Qianfan, grab the shadow behind the bloody wall, don't worry about us... Grass, old Du, you're dead."

Qian Fan nodded slightly, with his toes on the wall where the black blood had not yet spread, the red knotted rope in his hand rushed towards the bloody wall like an arrow from a string.The red knotted rope seemed to be entangled with something, and it was tightly stretched, and the talisman circle in the room immediately glowed with golden light, trapping the things behind the bloody wall.

He tightened the rope and exerted great force, the eardrums hurt from the piercing sound, and just as he started to retrieve the knot, the wall of blood rushed up the beam, and the shadow that was originally blurred also rose up, turning into a giant There was a large amount of black blood, like the rising tide of the sea, intending to submerge Qian Fan in the blood.

According to what Du Yun said, being splashed with blood would be like burning pain, but being submerged in it would probably be no less painful than being buried in a sea of ​​flames.Tu Bai shrank his pupils, left Du Yun behind, pulled the sheet in his hand and ran over while the blood was pouring down.

Qian Fan caught him and held him in his arms. As soon as he put the cloth sheet on the two of them, he felt a strong fishy smell coming over. He knelt down under the cloth with his head on one knee, bit his finger and quickly drew something on it. He said in a low voice, "Close", the cloth sheet suddenly rolled up and retracted at the same time as the golden light flowing from the talisman array, crackling All of his blood was collected into the list.

The black blood was exhausted, and the shadow behind couldn't hide anymore. With a stern roar, the cold wind rolled up. Tubo saw that skinny ghost hand with rotting flesh stretched out again. The two of them moved, and another hand protruded out of the fog to hold the finger of the ghost hand, and Tubo said, "Xiangxiang."

The hand holding the ghost's hand was small, and its skin was as gray as death. The small hand grabbed the withered hand and pulled it back into the black mist. Then, the mist gradually dissipated, and the howling also stopped, standing quietly in the The candle on the table was full of wax tears and had just been extinguished.

There was a rooster crowing outside, and it was already dawn.

The place in the room soaked in black blood was wet, Qianfan touched it, it was cold, it was not blood, he opened the window, a cool wind blew in, blowing away some of the wet smell in the room, turned his head to look Looking at the two people who were still huddling together, they said in a good temper, "My lord, the poor monk will pick you up?"

Du Yun put Tubo's waist between his legs, and hung in front of him like a bear. Hearing this, he glanced at the ground, and then reluctantly jumped down clumsily, and said, "Hahahaha, let's go!" , That’s it, that’s it.”

Tu Bai rubbed his sore wrist and spat, "Fatty, Du Yunyun."

Qian Fan stretched out his hand when he came, and Tubo was stunned for a moment, "What are you doing?" After speaking, his hand was pulled over, and his slender fingers evenly and vigorously helped him massage and push along the meridians.

Tubo looked at him, his eyebrows and eyes bent.

Du Yun leaned over and took a look, "The Zen master has a good technique, but my hands are sore, so I need to rub it."

Qian Fan suddenly said, "My lord, why don't you see what's in the cloth?"

Du Yun let out an oh, lowered his head to look, his attention was quickly attracted, he squatted on the ground and began to check what Qian Fan had just wrapped with the sheet and the spell, forgetting that he was waiting for the request to rub his hands just now .

By the window sill, Tubo leaned closer to Qian Fan, and whispered, "I don't want to rub him."

Qian Fan concentrated on staring at his red wrist, hummed, felt the sound of breathing beside his ear, raised his eyes, and saw the young man's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, his ears immediately burned up, his face was flushed, he turned his eyes away, and his lips He took a sip and said in a low voice, "The poor monk doesn't have any."

Tubo grinned, "Okay, if you say no, then there is no."