After the old servant left, the Buddha bowed and said:

"Senior, I have no intention of provoking me. If I knew that this coffin was handled by me, I would never dare to rob this thing."

"It's just because the news is blocked that this misunderstanding occurs. Please forgive me for your forgiveness."

As he said that, a dagger slid out from his sleeve. He suddenly grabbed the dagger and stabbed it into his right shoulder with his backhand. He was extremely decisive in his move. Blood flowed out instantly and dripped onto the ground.

Under the orange light, you can faintly see wisps of black air penetrated from his wound. This is a curse. Only this power can truly prevent the extraordinary from recovering for a long time.

The Buddha did not pull out the dagger, but let the dagger be inserted on his shoulder, let it go, and he let it go, holding the handle of the dagger, and knelt on the ground on one knee and said:

"This knife is the price for me to offend my predecessors."

The Buddha had no resentment towards admitting his mistake to the person who came.

In his opinion, the world of the extraordinary is a world where the strong prey on the weak. In such a world, it is natural for the weak to admit their mistakes to the strong.

If the strong give compassion to the weak, then he is magnanimous.

"If you think it's not enough, you can continue to do it with three swords and nine holes, and you just want to leave a life of mercy."

Buddha whispered, he never thought that this knife could atone for his sins.

This knife is just a confession.

If you have a chance, you will make a profit.

The bamboo chair was still pitch black, and there was no way to tell who was sitting on it. The air was silent for a long time before a sound came out slowly.

"You are very smart, but smart people may not be able to live long."

"How long I can live like a plain person depends on what my predecessor means."

The Buddha lowered his head and still sank into his shoulders, bleeding profusely, looking as if he could handle it.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves. Lord Buddha is a person who is very good at judging the situation.

But the voice did not directly say that he would live or die.

This made Master Buddha breathe a sigh of relief. If this person came up and cut off his life and death, it means that he would not be able to survive no matter what.

And now this shows that he has a chance to survive.

Time passed by little by little, and there was only the sound of old servants rumbling upstairs in the old house.

Even the old servant listened to the sounds below at all times.

This night was extremely solemn.

It took a long time for a sound to sound.

"Now the coffin is here, do you want to meet the people inside?"

"Then we have to see you, but we still don't want you to see you."

The old servant walked down from the second floor, poured a cup of tea next to the bamboo chair, and quietly watched the scene in front of him.

The Buddha knelt on one knee, hung the handle of the knife on his body, lowered his head, and slowly said this.

It seems that no matter how alive or dead it is, it is under the control of the person opposite.

The person on the bamboo chair sighed when he heard this.

"So good at talking!"

The bamboo chair swayed again, and the person sitting on it said lightly:

"If you can survive in the future, I will give you a way out, but if you can't survive, then this house will be your bone burial place."

The next moment, the coffin standing in the courtyard suddenly opened, and a cold and biting cold wind blew out of the coffin.

The coffin is open.

The Buddha, wearing Tang suit, felt a sense of being locked in an instant. He knew that it was the corpse in the coffin that was staring at him. :(/

This curse from the past began to take effect.

There seemed to be someone roaring in the courtyard, and even the orange light flashed.

Under the clearly extinct light, the old servant seemed to see a corpse in the coffin that had been dry for many years slowly stretched out his hand.

The skin of the hands broke, revealing the lush white bones, like a life-seeking soul.

The next moment, the wind blew in the courtyard.

The coffin suddenly turned into a giant mouth of Taotie, sucking things in the courtyard one by one.

The Buddha reached out and pulled out the blade from his shoulder expressionlessly. Blood instantly gushed out, turning into a series of blood beads and fell into the vermilion coffin.

In the erect coffin, the shriveled corpse opened its mouth and swallowed the blood, and its empty eyes became deeper.

The next moment, the Buddha suddenly stood up, held the dagger in his hand and rushed into the coffin.

"boom!"

Something seemed to explode in the courtyard, and the autumn leaves accumulated over the years were swept into the coffin.

The vermilion coffin lid suddenly flew back and closed on the coffin.

The wrinkled old servant clearly saw the last picture of the coffin closing. The mummy was tightly embracing the Buddha's body, like a parasite parasite parasite.

The coffin is closed, flipped and landed on the ground, and finally placed horizontally on the ground.

But the sound was not over, and the coffin board was still vibrating violently, as if indicating a fierce confrontation.

The old servant held his palm tightly, and his nails left deep scars in his palms.

"The tea is poured out."

A gentle voice rang in the old servant's ears.

The old servant suddenly stopped and realized that the teapot in his hand had been crooked at some point and the traffic was spilled on the table.

Layers of white mist emerged above the hot tea.

"Feel sorry!"

The old servant suddenly took the teapot in his hand aside, then took out the cloth and wiped it.

He wiped for a while before he couldn't help but ask, "Can he come out alive?"

"Half of life, half of death, it depends on how much he wants to live."

The coffin is still shaking, and occasionally makes harsh sounds, just like the sound of someone grabbing the coffin with his nails.

But soon the sounds disappeared.

The courtyard seemed a little quiet for a moment, but after a moment, another sound came out of the coffin. It was a creeping laugh, like a person's laughter on the verge of collapse, hissing.

The lights are still clearly extinguished, but they have never completely disappeared.

After a while, the hysterical laughter completely disappeared.

It seemed unusually strange under the night sky for a moment.

After a long time, the old servant slowly spoke: "I'll exchange him."

The person who had never appeared on the bamboo chair laughed when he heard this.

"You have aging disease, no medicine, no medicine, you go in and die without life, and he is half and half."

The old servant shook his head and bowed:

"That's not what it counts."

"I have no meaning to live, I will die if I die. He still has plenty of life to enjoy."

“Life is different.”

There is a kind of sadness in the old servant's words and a kind of despair yearning for liberation.

Many people will advise people to live and tell them that living is the act of brave people, but these people have never suffered from others' pain and they do not understand what kind of despair it is.

The sound on the chair was silent for a moment and then slowly rang.

"Since you know that life and life are different, you should know..."

"You don't need to take care of what he does."

“Everyone has to pay the price for their choice.”

The voice was calm and steady, as if a wise man had explained the truth.

The night was still quiet and the coffin became quiet.

The voice on the bamboo chair took the initiative to change the topic.

"Do you know how many people in the Ming Dynasty are doing the same thing as you?"

The old servant was silent for a moment and said:

“Not much, of course”

“It won’t be very rare either.”
To be continued...