Hu Xiao’s home has a fast internet speed and the game has been downloaded quickly.

As a professional up-and-comer, Hu Xiao’s brand desktop configuration is not low. After all, he has to frequently edit movies and has a little gaming demand.

There is no controller, but this game can also be played with keyboard and mouse.

As a ritual-minded person, Hu Xiao got up and soaked a cup of tea, took a leisurely sip, and then entered the game.

He is not very clear about what kind of game this is.

But judging from the name, it should be a game full of Buddha nature, right?

Moreover, this is a Chinese-style game. Judging from the official promotional pictures, it seems to be about reincarnation, rebirth, and salvation?

Well, that should be full of Zen?

Since it is a game full of Zen, should we keep a calm mind and experience it with our hearts?

Hu Xiao found that he had a little bit of aspirations for this game.

After the black screen, there is a melodious melody first.

This melodious melody, but also has a unique sad atmosphere, all of which are played with traditional Chinese instruments.

An old female voice chanted slowly in a hoarse and long tone.

"There are no more mistakes in life and never meet each other, and the blood color of the world's reincarnation is lost;"

"The flowers bloom but the leaves are hard to see, and the underworld is in a dilemma."

"The road on the Santu River is long, but the heartbreaking side of the Naihe Bridge is broken;"

"A bowl of tea soup ends, and a foot of clear flow moistens the shallows."

Her voice was melodious and long, but it made people feel a bone-bending sadness, as if a ghost was summoning the soul.

These sentences sound like poems or songs, and they are a little chilling.

The picture appears, a bright red maple leaf fell into the stream and was washed away by the stream. Then, a bright red blood stain flowed through the stream and was quickly diluted.

The camera moved upwards, and a thin hand fell to the water with a "splash", splashing a little wave, and then it stopped moving.

The camera continued to pull up along the thin hand, and what caught my eye was the worn clothes on the corpse, the hideous wounds, and the wide open eyes.

Although he is dead, his eyes are still chilling.

In these eyes, there seems to be fear, despair, struggle, and a little unwillingness.

The camera continued to move upwards, with several withered and thin ankles passing by in front of the camera, a wild dog with all its hair dry and thin as a skeleton, with dark red saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth, staring at the blood-red eyes, looking at the camera, leaving, and continuing to search for the next target.

It seems that these people have completely lost their minds and become blind killers.

An old and hoarse voice sounded again.

"A person has three souls and seven spirits."

"People who have exhausted their lifespan are guided by the black and white impermanence, embark on the road of the underworld, and go to the underworld to be judged by Yama."

"Or reincarnation or reincarnation, or in the six realms of reincarnation, or in the hell of the absurd world."

The corpse by the stream suddenly twitched.

Instead of staying on it too much, the camera continues to move, passing by the streams and wastelands beside the village, staying in this small village hidden in the deep mountains.

"Until one day, Black and White Impermanence will no longer lead to those who are about to die."

"The soul wanders away from the world, but cannot be guided, and can only become a lonely ghost wandering on the road to the underworld."

"You can't survive, you can't die."

"Over time, these lonely ghosts have become more and more fierce, losing their human nature and memory."

"The world becomes purgatory."

As the camera turned, several innocent people were massacred by villagers holding pitchforks and hatches, wailing in despair.

In a dilapidated temple in a suburb of the city, the dim golden Buddha light turned into a barrier, isolating the wandering souls who wanted to rush into the dilapidated temple.

And in the dilapidated temple, an old monk was sitting cross-legged on a futon, facing the shaking Buddha statue, chanting scriptures over and over again.

Not far away, a scholar ran out of his already-burning house, stumbled and ran wildly, disheveling his hair, and looked like crazy.

He shouted and laughed, his voice vaguely.

"The fire house in the cycle of reincarnation, indulge in the sea of ​​suffering;"

"I can't change it after a long night."

"There is no path in Lingshan, and the palms are combined to form empty;"

"The road to the underworld is far away, and looking back is the shore."

"Is it the shore when I look back? Hahahahaha..."

Amid the scholar's crazy laughter, the screen gradually darkened.

Then, the laughter came to an abrupt end.

The old voice sounded for the last time: "The lonely ghost wanders around the world; the six paths collapse, and the underworld door opens..."

After a slightly longer period of black screen.

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

Two muffled sounds, and a beam of light came out from the dark screen.

This is the first perspective of the buried person.

Soon, the camera turned out to the grave.

This is a desolate mass grave, with broken tombstones falling to the ground in a twist or drowned in the withered and yellow grass.

There are many open coffins on the mass grave, which are all very inferior thin wooden coffins and are already incredibly broken.

Some coffins have broken bones, perhaps eaten by hungry beasts, while others are empty, with only the soil washed in by rain.

There are also a large number of corpses randomly abandoned on mass graves, most of which are incomplete and have different body and heads.

The extremely thin coffin lid was smashed into two holes, and a thin but still had some muscles came out of the hole, and tried his best to push the coffin lid aside.

A dead man with a pale face sat up from the grave.

...

Hu Xiao looked at the tea in his hand, then looked at the rather unfriendly cutscene cg, feeling that his expectations might have been slightly deviated.

This is not a game of Buddha nature?

There is a big problem!

Hu Xiao wanted to give up, anyway, the game has just been downloaded and you can get a refund at any time.

But then I thought about it again, let’s play and watch it. What if this game is fun?

"Hmm? You can even write an epitaph for yourself?"

"Skip the inexplicable link."

Hu Xiao subconsciously wanted to skip, but found that he couldn't skip and had to enter some information.

I originally wanted to enter three periods, but I felt that it seemed a bit inappropriate, so I should just enter two Chinese characters.

Hu Xiao thought about it and typed it casually: "Hehe".

He didn't think too much, but chose the first tone that appeared in his mind.

After choosing, the game will officially start.

Hu Xiao controlled the game characters and rushed straight to the monster in front.

Three seconds later.

The game character screamed and fell to the ground. The screen turned gray, with two big words on it: "Hehe".

Hu Xiao: "???"

He was a little confused just now.

What I had just now had was such a blood strip?

Why was my blood strip just touched by the monster twice and disappeared?

Is there a bug in this game?

Hu Xiao was resurrected unconvincedly, got up from the mass grave again, and rushed towards the monster in front of him.

"hey-hey".

"hey-hey".

"hey-hey".

Hu Xiao fell into a state of dullness. After a few minutes of dullness, he pushed the keyboard and mouse forward, leaning against the chair, and his whole body fell into deep thought.
To be continued...