place?

Whenever the younger brother asked these questions, the elder brother would ask: "What if you know the answer, but what if you don't know the answer? Do you have to understand it to live in peace of mind? Or? You don't believe that there is a paradise where you can escape the flames of war?"

"

The younger brother knows that deep down in his heart, his elder brother yearns for peace and stability. As long as he can settle down and be an ordinary person, it is a great blessing for him. He listens to the Buddha's message every day, and his heart has long been calm. Naturally, he does not want to cause trouble again.

So gradually, the younger brother stopped discussing with his elder brother.

But privately, his younger brother's exploration of the truth is getting deeper and deeper.

On this day, Xiaodouzi brought a bowl of vegetarian dumplings to the two brothers and said that the New Year was here.

My brother couldn't help but sigh that the time spent in the mountains and fields was so long that more than half a year had passed in the blink of an eye.

The younger brother didn't speak, he just stared at the dumplings on the plate in a daze.

My brother, who is used to eating vegetarian rice and pickles on weekdays, his eyes lit up after taking a bite of the dumplings. He hurriedly said to his brother: "Eat quickly, eat it! This is much more delicious than whole grain vegetarian food! If it is cold, it will not necessarily

Already."

The younger brother never moved his chopsticks, and even his expression when looking at the dumplings became more and more painful and disgusting.

The elder brother didn't understand why his younger brother didn't eat the dumplings, so he just thought he didn't like them and ate them all.

Xiaodouzi left with a clean plate, and when the two brothers were left, the younger brother suddenly asked the older brother: "Don't you feel sick?"

The elder brother looked at his younger brother strangely. He wiped his mouth with unsatisfied thoughts and said with a smile: "They are dumplings stuffed with chives. They smell a little bad. How can they be disgusting?"

The younger brother didn't say anything. He got up and walked to the bed and lay down with his back to his older brother.

My brother asked: "Aren't you going to see the scenery today?"

The younger brother said: "After watching it for so long, the scenery outside has not changed much, so I won't watch anymore."

The elder brother smiled: "Okay, you lie down here while I memorize the scriptures."

"Um……"

My brother is gone.

The younger brother turned around, his face full of horror.

The world in front of him had become mottled and decayed at some point, and even the place where his brother had eaten just now was stained with blood.

This place is not a peach blossom garden where the Buddha's light shines. It is clearly a place where beasts grow hair and drink blood.

In the eyes of his younger brother, the scene of the older brother eating dumplings showed that all he ate were minced meat stained with blood and ash. The little novice monk had no eyes, ears or nose, only a face full of tiny fangs.

Bloody mouth.

As soon as he recalled this scene, his brother couldn't help but retched.

And when he lowered his head, he saw a face that looked neither human nor ghost reflected in the puddle of water under the bed.

The younger brother who usually loves to be clean has become crazy like a savage. There are white flesh/worms in his messy fluffy hair. His lips are chapped and his skin is dark. He doesn't look like a human being at all.

The younger brother, who was frightened again, immediately sat up straight and backed away. The bed under him turned into cold stone, and the wet vegetation was mixed together, making it sticky to the touch and very disgusting.

But what was inexplicable was that even though the world in front of him, including himself, had become so miserable, what he could smell in his nose was still the strange fragrance of flowers.

The younger brother was leaning against the broken wall. He was so scared that his body curled up into a ball and kept shaking.

The cold wind howled outside the stone house, like a wailful spirit howling.

Faintly, my brother heard a voice calling...

"Come to me..."

That voice seemed to have some kind of magic power.

The younger brother could not resist his will. His eyes suddenly became dull stones, his body swayed from side to side, and his face sometimes showed a smile, sometimes it was in pain.

Just walking forward like this.

The world around me seems to be shrinking, and the colors are stretched into countless lines, which are intertwined and gathered into a spiral abyss.

The younger brother saw a pair of pale hands reaching out to him in the deep darkness. He subconsciously wanted to escape, but his body moved forward uncontrollably.

His ears were filled with sounds that were far and near, including children's laughter, women's cries, the sticky sound of food being chewed, and the cracking sound of knives and axes chopping, and they swarmed up noisily.

The younger brother collapsed! He covered his head in pain and screamed.

"ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

…

My brother, who was copying scriptures in the Nuan Pavilion of the Buddhist temple, turned around in horror when he heard the sound. Then he suddenly reacted, dropped the pen and paper and ran towards the house where his younger brother lived.

The other monks seemed to have heard it, but they were indifferent.

Only the old man and Xiaodouzi followed.

When the elder brother opened the door, he was no longer in the room, but the room was filled with unintelligible symbols written in blood at some point.

At this scene, my brother felt a chill in his heart and hurriedly asked the old man: "What's going on?! Where is my brother?"

The old man was also surprised. He looked at the blood books on the wall and on the floor. There seemed to be an extremely dirty and terrifying truth hidden behind those weird and twisted symbols.

He didn't answer, or he didn't dare to answer.

It wasn't until his brother asked again what happened that Xiaodouzi suddenly said: "Maybe it woke up and it wanted to communicate with us."

"Who? Who is it? Who is it?!" The brother asked, looking at Xiaodouzi with a strange smile.

Xiaodouzi pointed at the symbol and said: "This is what it said. It fell asleep in this place a long time ago, and has slept for many, many years... many, many years earlier than the mountains here..."

My brother's eyelids were twitching. He looked at these strange symbols and felt that they were like living creatures.

The old man walked to the window, where he saw three human fingers.

At this time, the fingers had been worn to a pulp, and it seemed that the tools for writing these strange symbols had been found.

When the brother saw this, he hurriedly came over. He snatched the finger from the old man's hand and knew at a glance that it belonged to his younger brother.

Because my brother's fingers are very special, his index finger and middle finger are almost the same length, but at this time they were separated from their owner...

"Where is my brother?!" my brother asked.

The old man said nothing, his eyes were full of heavyness.

"Speak! Where is my brother?!" The elder brother got angry. He grabbed the old man's clothes and asked.

Xiaodouzi smiled again and answered for the old man.
Chapter completed!