Chapter 306 Your Name
"The unity of blessings and life, the heart net of Bodhi."
"The unity of blessings and life, the heart net of Bodhi."
After performing the strange ritual, two waves of men in black robes stood facing each other.
Standing on the right are four people. Their faces are always hidden in the shadows because of their attire, like cicadas sleeping deep in the soil.
The one on the left is said to be one wave, but in fact there are only two, one lying down and one standing.
The one lying down was dead, and his hands, which were whiter than his face, were exposed, like dead branches covered with frost and snow.
The one standing was not much better, his clothes were torn, exposing the thin ribs underneath and the horrific wounds on them.
"There were three enemies in total, then it became four, and finally it became three again," he said.
The voice was hoarse and gloomy, just like most residents of this underground world.
These people always seem to be using the same vocal cords, and the reason why the voice is not broken yet is because the hermits underground are used to silence.
"One enemy died, but only one on our side survived."
The leader of the four put his hand into the shadow of his face, whether he was touching his chin or nose.
"Everyone is dead, why are you not dead?"
"Because I wanted to come back alive to report the news, I held my breath, pretended to be a corpse, and deceived Tufutu and the enemies, and was almost covered in mud, Master Zhuowu.
This reminds me of my life in Stanley Prison. It has the same color and the same strong smell.
But you know, the place I was swimming through wasn't a mud puddle, it was a septic tank, and I escaped from the septic tank.
Rats bigger than cats and maggots as thick as a thumb swam past my eyes. After I came out, I took a bath in the river for two hours before I thought about running away.
At that time, I swore not to let others force me into such a situation again. ”
Zhuowu, who was the leader of the four, couldn't help but change his face when he heard this, and circled around that person.
"I hear this story from you once a week, but it still makes me feel sick to my stomach every time."
After turning around, he reached out and took off the man's cloak, and the horrific wound became clearer.
It penetrated through the armpit and passed straight through the ribs,
After looking at him, Zhuowu asked: "How is the skill of the man who chopped off the body?"
The man nodded, "Not under me."
"Okay! That's a good, interesting answer. I'll remember it."
As he said that, Zhuowu looked at his feet. The corpse lying there was Duchen. At this time, the smile on Zhuowu's face finally solidified, and a strange light shone in his eyes.
He looked at the person who didn't know what he was thinking, and whispered: "Your suffering and experience are very sympathetic, but you also know that sympathy has no effect here, so I ask you, are you ready?" ”
When the man heard this, he finally came to his senses and said to him: "Sir, I am not making excuses, but I want to say that if I want to escape, you will never see me here."
Zhuowu smiled scornfully, "Do you think you can escape? It is difficult for people on the ground to find us, but for those of us underground, if we are looking for someone, we only need to put our ears on the pipes and listen. You can find us. No matter how hard you try to escape, it’s just a struggle.”
After a pause, he added: "Moreover, the reason why I asked you to prepare yourself instead of asking someone to kill you is precisely because you did not run away. Such a favor cannot be found anywhere else!"< br>
Zhuowu said this, and the man seemed to have accepted his fate. After sighing, he took off the black robe that represented the Qi Refiner, revealing a body without any extra fat.
Although his face is not handsome, it is not ugly either, and it does not make people feel disgusted or uncomfortable.
The vague scorpion tattoo on the tiger's mouth represents his past. In order to express his conversion and cut off the connection with the past, he made two more cuts on it, making the head and tail of the scorpion look like it was cut off.
Zhuowu nodded, obviously very satisfied with the result.
He took a few steps back, and together they bowed devoutly to the man.
Then, Zhuowu took out a paper bag wrapped in layers from his pocket. After he unwrapped the paper, he found a small bronze bell between his two fingers.
The bell was about the size of a pigeon egg, hexagonal in shape, and the dots of green patina on its surface proved its age.
"Wait a minute, my mother is here, you go back to my mother's arms."
After Zhuowu finished speaking, he recited an unknown scripture in a low voice several times, and then he shook the bell in his hand.
jingle! jingle!
The bell is not big, but the clear sound is particularly harsh in this closed space, penetrating people, and casting a layer of panic on everyone's face.
Zhuowu shook the bell quickly and stepped back at the same time.
"Lower your head, close your eyes, and recite your name repeatedly in your heart!"
He reminded the other person loudly like this, but it didn't seem like he was forcing the other person to die, but rather he was sincerely helping the other person.
【name? 】Underground, only the names of principals like Duchen and Zhuowu are often mentioned.
Most of the others just greeted each other with a look or a grunt.
Names, in this dead underground world, have become like stones on the roadside, something that no one bothers to think about or pay attention to.
Originally, he was going to stay in Stanley Prison for about thirty years, hacking to death the boss of a rival society, but he accidentally killed three people and injured a policeman, all of which were serious crimes that served him in prison.
In order to look good, the society spent a lot of money to hire a team of lawyers to help him fight the lawsuit, so that it would only last thirty years and he would not be sent to the gallows.
But after that, all the big brothers and brothers in the past disappeared.
No one gave him any money, so he spent time in jail until one day he discovered the road to salvation in the toilet...
After pondering for a moment, he finally remembered the past.
"Fang Zhen, my name is Fang Zhen!"
When he shouted loudly, opposite him, Zhuowu had led several people to gradually retreat into the secret passage, and the ringing of the bells continued.
"The unity of blessing and life, the heart net of Bodhi!"
"The unity of blessing and life, the heart net of Bodhi!"
The repeated chanting gradually dissipated as they walked away, until at a certain end, Fang Zhen heard no more sounds, only dead silence.
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly there was a slight sound in the dark and deep cave, like someone itching and gently scratching their skin.
Fang Zhen knew that it was "Old Mother" who was here.
No one knows the exact appearance of the old mother. Even people at the level of Du Chen and Zhuowu have never been in front of the old mother and seen her true appearance, because her majesty cannot be offended.
Those who, like him, fell into the arms of his mother in the past, naturally disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace at all.
According to those people, this is actually an honor. Others only have knives or guns waiting for them, but only people of this sect are qualified to receive the mercy of the old mother.
Fang Zhen lowered his head, large beads of sweat quickly covered his forehead, and even his palms became damp.
You know, even in the past, when he was in a hurry to kill someone, his hands were dry and stable.
As Fang Zhen's random thoughts gradually progressed, the rustling movement gradually came closer.
Fang Zhen tried his best to control himself not to raise his head and turn around. Even if he did, he didn't know where to look, because in front, back, left and right of him, the tiny sounds almost surrounded him, as if wherever he went, he would be surrounded by My mother was hit hard.
Not only him, Zhuowu who was hiding in the secret passage was also a little nervous at the moment.
In the past, he has presided over many such ceremonies. After all, underground life is a kind of pain for many people. When there is pain, there is a natural need for relief.
As for why the sacrifice should be made, or dedicated to the old mother, Zhuowu is not clear.
He only knew that the ancestors who were hiding in the depths said that it was good to do so, so he did it. He didn't ask more about the reason, and it was not his turn to ask more.
But for some reason, every time he rang the bell, his heart began to tremble, as if something terrible was about to happen.
He wasn't the only one whose heart was trembling. Who among the people here didn't have a pale face and clenched teeth? At this moment, Fang Zhen, facing his mother, was more than trembling in his heart?
Fang Zhen crossed his hands together, breathing heavily, while silently reciting his name in his heart.
Underground, this is a very important thing, and it is also the first thing he is reminded of when he enters Wujian. If you forget your name, the darkness will gradually swallow you up.
After a while, when he thought the sound had gradually stopped, dots of green light lit up in the darkness.
That was not the light emitted by fluorite or bryophytes, but by some other existence, something that was indeed like a light.
It was as if something was floating out of thin air, making it unclear whether there were things hidden under the lantern, whether there was a hand holding them, or whether it was some kind of monster with legs that was slowly moving.
Even though Fang Zhen lowered his head, he still saw the light from the corner of his eye.
"What's your name?"
A burst of chaos, a sharp and hollow sound enveloped Fang Zhen's whole body, as if it was trying to find a hole somewhere and drill into his head, making him feel shaken and chills all over his body.
"What's your name?" the voice asked again.
Fang Zhen had already felt the location of the sound. She seemed to be making the sound right above his head. The warm air flow blew through his hair, making his scalp numb and tight.
Finally he could no longer withstand the pressure, tensed his calves and waist, raised his head and shouted: "Fang Zhen!"
At this moment, in the darkness, Fang Zhen's pupils trembled, and he finally saw the true face of his old mother hidden deep underground.
Boom! Boom!
Yin Xiu chewed a bone and said to Luo Wei with satisfaction: "The fried chicken wings here are not bad."
(End of chapter)