The Yandere Came During the Night

In an ancient temple on the border of China, eight old monks in red cassocks sat around a marble-carved eight-treasure lotus altar.

Namo Amitabha Ye, Dota Gado Ye, Dodi Yeta, Amituoduo, Amitabha, Siddhampo... Mysterious scriptures are accompanied by the percussion of wooden fish in the majestic hall. The lingering, ethereal Sanskrit sounds penetrated the air and the thick brick walls, and merged into the vast and distant blue sky outside the hall under the carrying of clouds.

In a corner of the hall, a tall man in a black suit knelt on the futon, his hands clasped together, his eyes closed, his pale lips were constantly chanting scriptures, and his expression was solemn.

A young monk in his early twenties, wearing a magnolia-colored cassock, sat beside him, squinting at the other person from the corner of his eye.

The man was very tall and had a healthy complexion, but his slightly purple lips revealed the secret of his recovery from a serious illness. As early as half a year ago, there were rumors that the man suffered from a serious heart disease and would die soon. The man's family is one of the most prominent families in China. He himself is a genius with extraordinary abilities. At the age of 25, he surpassed his father and several uncles and became the head of the family, and he will fall into the dead. The family is brought out of the quagmire and pushed to the top.

The lowly people die like smoke, and the high-ranking people die like shaking a mountain. The life and death of a man determines the prosperity and decline of a family, and will also change the fate of many people. As soon as the news came out, it attracted a lot of attention, but the man never refuted the rumor, but completely disappeared from the public eye.

Half a year later, when everyone thought that the man was no longer in the world, and that a person with a heart was gearing up to attack his family, the man suddenly appeared in a high-profile manner and used thunderous methods to clean up the restless forces of all parties. Rumors are self-defeating.

However, the young monk beside him knew that it was not a rumor. Although the monk was still young and his cultivation was not as good as that of the eight elders, the simple face-to-face technique couldn't beat him. The man who was half a year ago was obviously mortal, but half a year later, he was completely dead and had a long lifespan. However, there was a dark evil spirit lingering between his eyebrows, which was quite a sign of enchantment.

This is taking someone else's life and changing his life, so he has suffered from evil causes and consequences! The young monk chants the Buddha to the man on the TV screen.

Half a month later, when the man came to the door with the relic of the true Buddha, the most precious treasure of Buddhism, he realized that it was not someone else who saved the man's life, but the sister of the other party, a twin, blood is thicker than water. She exchanged her heart for her brother and passed away quietly.

There are so many dark, obscure and dirty inside stories, the monks don't want to know. The true Buddha relic is a sacred relic in the temple. It has been lost for two thousand years and finally returned. They can't refuse any request of the man, even if the man uses the lifelong cultivation of eight elders to send his sister to reincarnation, so that she can live well in the next life. Futai Ankang.

The life-long cultivation of the eight elders adds up to four or five hundred years of luck. This donor really dares to speak! Thinking of this, the monk secretly frowned.

The percussion of the wooden fish stopped, and the ethereal Sanskrit sound echoed in the empty hall for a while, and the rich Buddhist incense came out from the ice jade box placed in the middle of the altar, which was refreshing.

The eight elders slowly opened their eyes. Due to the loss of most of their cultivation, the wrinkles on their faces became more criss-crossed, and their bodies slumped.

"Amitabha, finally lived up to the benefactor's entrustment." The eldest monk stood up and walked to the altar to hold the ice jade box.

The man also opened his eyes and said nothing. After three kowtows, he stepped forward and took the cold, biting box.

The old monk walked out of the hall first, and the others followed slowly, walking to stand under a huge linden tree deep in the temple.

"Just put the lotus seeds into the water." The old monk pointed to a small pond five feet square under the tree.

The man didn't ask much, opened the lid carefully, and held the lotus seeds exuding the rich Buddhist fragrance in the palm of his hand. His solemn and pious expression seemed to be holding up the whole world.

But she was indeed his whole world, the whole meaning of his life, and he was reluctant to let go.

The monks waited silently. After half an hour, the young monk was the most unbearable and whispered to comfort, "Mr. Yu, let it go. With the blessings of eight teachers and uncles who have cultivated for the rest of their lives, Miss Yu will be blessed with longevity and well-being in her next life. All is well."

The man didn't listen, pressed the lotus seeds tightly to his chest, his expression seemed to be forbearance, and after a few minutes, he walked to the edge of the pool step by step, bent down and sent the lotus seeds into the clear water. If it wasn't for his sister's body being cremated when he woke up, how could he be willing to just send her into reincarnation, even if the sky defied the sky, he would let her come back to life.

The surface of the water swayed with layers of ripples, and a miraculous scene happened in front of the man. I saw a few green lotus leaves break through the water waves and grow up quickly. In two or three seconds, they are lush and lush, and there is a long thin stem? With a pink flower bud swaying in the wind, it is stained with a few drops of crystal clear water, which looks so cute.

The Buddha incense in the ancient temple was instantly replaced by the elegant lotus incense. The eight old monks put their hands together and recited "Amitabha Buddha" in unison.

The man was well-informed and saw this scene for only a few seconds before returning to his senses. For the first time, he eased his cold and hard expression, and said sincerely, "It took several masters' life skills, and Yu is ashamed."

"Buddha cut his flesh to feed the eagle, and sacrificed his body to feed the tiger. It can be said that he seeks benevolence and obtains benevolence, so what is there to complain about? The same is true for us. The female benefactor has entered the cycle of reincarnation, and she will have unparalleled good fortune and auspicious stars. It is not early, Donor, please come back." The old monk said lightly.

The man thanked him again, stood by the pool for a long time, and left reluctantly. When he walked out of the temple, he saw the worried mother who was waiting at the door, and a dark suffocating aura gathered in his brows. Of all the people who have persecuted her and tortured her, he will not spare a single one!

The eight elders filed into the pagoda and sat around the relic of the true Buddha. The heavy tower door creaked shut, and it was not known that it would be a few years later when it was opened again.

With a sigh of relief, the young monk sneaked into the main hall while no one was paying attention, climbed up the Eight Treasure Lotus altar, pulled out a book from under the futon where the ice jade box was placed, and said to himself, "Four or five. It is already reluctant to send a ghost to the Great Thousand World for a hundred years of cultivation, not to mention to ensure her unparalleled luck, wealth and auspiciousness? Passed away. In order to save the lives of the masters and uncles, I have no choice but to ask the Buddha to forgive me."

He put his hands together and bowed to the Buddha statue in the temple. After straightening his waist, he erased the star-moving circle of cinnabar on the cover, while comforting himself, "She is a worldly woman, and does not need to practice spiritual energy. , It should be no problem for her, right? This is a romance novel without many twists and turns. The author also marked the labels of sweet pet text, he, and loyal dog man. She has been lucky for four hundred years. I can get a heroine Dangdang. I can't imagine that the daughter of a big family also likes to read this kind of small white text..."

He casually read two pages, his face gradually turned blue, and he turned back at a very fast speed. After a long while, he collapsed on the lotus platform, covering his face and lamenting. He is also a genius, otherwise how could he become the host of a thousand-year-old temple at such a young age? Reading a four- or five-hundred-page novel in three minutes is as easy as eating and drinking.

But there are times when the geniuses of Tianzong have fallen, and this time it was. He asked the man for the relics of the female benefactor in order to do things. This book was in it. The moment he picked up the book, he immediately had the idea of ​​​​transferring from a big thousand to a small one. He glanced at the introduction and felt that there was no problem. Make it a medium.

Looking at it again at this time, the regretful intestines are all green.

This book is indeed a sweet pet, he, but it is not dead. The cannon fodder female partner and the female benefactor in the book have the same name and the same surname. It is even more similar to the fate of the female donor. It is conceivable that the two of them, whether they are soul or body, are very compatible, and 80 to 90 percent will be integrated together.

Thinking of the fate of "Yu Xiang" in the book, the monk sighed again.

This is a dog-blooded story about holding the wrong child. A merchant's family and a noble family traveled at the same time. The mistresses of the two families were both pregnant and the months were similar. On the way, they encountered a mountain bandit. They escaped from the siege under the escort of domestic servants and took refuge in a cave. Premature birth with gas. Due to the rush of manpower and the critical situation, both families have daughters. The nanny of Xungui's family accidentally held the wrong child. After returning to the house, she found that although the color and pattern of the child's swaddling clothes were the same, the fabric was very cheap. Come back.

But the head of the family died of bandits, and the mistress was heartbroken. When she told the truth, she had to be buried with the head of the family, and her children would also be affected. After thinking about it, she finally chose to keep her mouth shut. Over time, she developed a heart attack. She died after a few years and told her mother about it.

Since then, 'Yu Xiang' has been reduced from the daughter of the Hou's mansion to a wild breed from nowhere. He is despised everywhere, bullied from time to time, and because of his bad behavior, he has developed a gloomy and inferior character. After the heroine's return, she saw how beautiful the heroine was, how she was so coquettish and complacent, the resentment she had accumulated in her heart broke out completely, and she embarked on the road of no return against the heroine, and was finally designed by the heroine to marry Yizhong Shanlang. , was tortured to death.

The heroine has good luck and luck, she has to be scheming and scheming, and her character is also very vicious, and finally supports her husband to ascend the throne, and the phoenix robe is added. This master sold the person, and she had to count the money. Even her own brother and crown prince, who were extremely capable and talented, were played around by her, and they were defeated in the end.

How can such a person be paralyzed since childhood, and Yu Xiang, who has never been exposed to the outside world, can compete?

The monk covered his cheeks, only to feel his teeth hurt so badly, he murmured, "Four or five hundred years of cultivation is enough for a female benefactor to turn a corner? Yes, it will definitely be fine! The Buddha will definitely bless her!"

Just thinking about it, a little novice rushed in in a hurry and shouted, "No good host, that lotus flower has been planted in the water, we dare not fish it for fear of damaging the rhizomes, go and have a look! "

The monk rolled and ran to the backyard, only to see the upright stalk slanted into the water, only the tips of the flower buds emerged from the water, and a few leaves also showed signs of withering, which looked very pitiful.

The monk hurriedly jumped into the pond to help, and then inserted a bamboo branch into the water and tied it to the thin stem of the lotus flower.

The little novice looked at the shriveled lotus flower and said with a frown, "Donor Yu said that he would come to the temple for a few days every month. If he saw this scene, he would definitely not help our Buddha to reshape the golden body again! what should I do?"

While twisting the wet clothes, the monk said in pain, "Put all my spiritual stones into the pool, and add another pool of spiritual stones for four or five hundred years of cultivation. Even if the root of this lotus flower is broken, it should grow well. Go! Go!"

The little novice agreed again and again, and poured all the spirit stones that the host had collected for more than ten years into the pool. few? , the green pool water gradually became clear, and a layer of misty white mist appeared, which set off the budding lotus flowers to be extraordinarily beautiful.

Only then did the monk take a deep breath and secretly recite 'Amitabha Buddha'. Buddha is right, this deceitful thing really can't be done.