Yuantong asked me why the illusion of the village appeared. I shook my head and said I didn’t know.

Round passage “This village illusion is a bardo.”

My mouth wide open and I haven't come back to my senses for a long time.

Yuantong looked at me, "Do you know what the bardo realm is? Didn't Lao Huang say it?"

I quickly nodded, "I know. After death, people will not enter the underworld directly, but will stay in the bardo realm and undergo the test of seven levels."

"Yes, it's a little bit." The round passage, "this is it."

"I don't understand very much," I said, "How come the bardo realm suddenly appears here? Are we going to go to the yin?"

Round passage "We walk into the village and walk into the yin. Do you know who the bardo realm in front of you is?"

I was frightened and tried to say, "Is it He Qingyou's?"

Yuantong nodded, "You don't know what happened before. I knocked He Qingyou out and took him to the vicinity of the Yin object. He Qingyou is currently in a state of false death. I use the Yin object mirage to present his bardo realm. Do you understand?"

I was dizzy when I heard it, as if I understood it or not.

"This kind of magical power is called moving objects and transforming scenery." The circular channel "is to use the magical power of the Yin to present it, and now it is in front of you and me."

I swallowed, "This is too awesome. As long as I have the ability of a mirage, can anyone present the bardo realm for others to see?"

"Yes. In theory, it's OK." Yuantong nodded.

"Can the underworld be presented? That's awesome. You can use this to do a lot of things." I asked with blinking eyes.

Yuantong's face changed, and she looked at me, "Donald Lin, having this thought is the beginning of being possessed by the devil, please stop it!"

I was robbed by him for no reason. I felt a little embarrassed and thought that this monk was really, but just saying that his face was longer than Changbai Mountain.

Yuantong no longer explained too much, and walked forward with a meteor, and I followed behind. One by one, one behind, and one behind. Yuantong stepped into the village. When he entered, he saw his body fluctuations, as if he had entered a layer of invisible water barrier.

I took a deep breath, walked in with a step forward. When I went in, I could feel an indescribable obstacle, and the air inside was different.

The air outside the village is very humid and the skin is sticky. When you enter here, you can feel the instant dryness, which seems to be in another different environment.

There is a sense of inverted and isolated time and space.

Although I don’t understand it very much, I subconsciously feel that there are indeed two worlds inside and outside the village.

Yuantong was walking in front and I was following. The door of a family next to the village road suddenly opened. An old lady in black clothes came out. She was old, with gray hair, holding a small stool and basking in the sun. She ran out of two or three half-year-old children. The old lady had no teeth and said something vaguely.

As if the agreement was made, all the doors on the village road were opened, and many farmers who lived at home walked out, and everyone greeted and joked. White smoke from cooking fires came out of the chimney, and the fragrance of rice was floating in the air.

Yuantong and I were walking in the middle of the stone road in the village. Many people passed by us, but no one noticed it, as if we didn't exist.

"What's going on?" I asked in surprise.

The round passage "This is a illusion bubble, and it is the origin of He Qingyou's bardo. It is all fake! He doesn't hear or look down on his thoughts. Our purpose is to find him and see his secrets back then, and ignore the others."

My throat clattered, and I became more and more sure that I entered Chen Jian’s bardo realm at that time. Wang Yuantong I met was the monk in front of me. Yuantong definitely had great supernatural powers, and it was related to the bardo realm. He had mastered many magical magics that I had never heard of.

We walked along the village road and it was probably time to dinner. Many people were eating open doors and windows, and the children were playing with chickens and dogs. However, the noise and bustle of the village had nothing to do with us.

After walking a distance, the sky became dimmer and the thick clouds were floating, dyed into urine, and the whole village seemed to be covered with a montage effect of an old photo.

Yuantong stopped and looked straight ahead. I came to him and looked over. In front of him was a farmhouse. The yard was quite deserted from other families, with no children and no chaos. There was only one person standing there, which was He Qingyou.

He Qingyou walked through the yard, walked to the door of the inner room, and pushed the door open and entered.

Yuantong walked over, I followed behind and entered the yard together.

When we came to the window of the indoor room, we lay on the glass to see. My hair stood up a little because the scene in the room was a bit weird.

There was a earthen kang against the wall, and an old man was lying on the kang, covered with a thin quilt, as if he was terminally ill, only the air that came out but not the air that came in.

Next to the bed is a short bedside table. The cabinet is enshrined with a statue of Bodhisattva and an incense burner. The inside is filled with incense ash. The red candles on both sides are burned to half of it. Dried red wax oil is sprinkled on the cabinet, and almost all of them are dots. In front of the statue of Bodhisattva, there is a small plate with dark things inside, which is about the length of an adult little finger and is in the shape of a claw. I don’t know what it is.

When I saw this object, my hair stood up all over my body. It seemed like I had seen this object.

I remembered that I once went to an antique shop to sell something, which was a dragon scale brought out from the bardo realm, and sold for 120,000 yuan. It looked particularly similar to the thing in front of me.

He Qingyou walked up to the old man, moved a chair and sat next to him, "Grandpa."

The old man slowly opened his eyes, as if he was using all his strength, and tilted his head to look at He Qingyou.

"Qingyou...the keel on the cabinet...take it..." the old man said vaguely.

He Qingyou did not do as he did, but crossed his legs, "Grandpa, you haven't told the secret yet, how could I give it to you?"

The old man stared at He Qingyou with the last strength of his life and said for a long time, "You... are really grandpa's... good grandson, okay, I'll tell you."

He Qingyou made a gesture.

The old man said a few words intermittently. After that, Yuantong and I looked at each other, and our faces were gloomy and gloomy.

The old man coughed and said that as long as you worship the Bodhisattva with dragon bones or dragon scales and make a wish with top secret mantras, you can protect your glory, wealth and immortality. However, if the dragons you worship have a lifetime, they will fail when they are in their lives and everything will backfire violently.

"What is a spell?" He Qingyou asked.

The old man was breathing rapidly and was about to lose his life. He Qingyou saw that it was not good, so he took off the dark things from the cabinet and pressed them against the old man's nose. The old man sucked it suddenly, and his whole body was refreshed. He sighed a long time, feeling comfortable, and his face became rosy.

He Qingyou took away the thing. The old man became energetic and suddenly a very strange smile appeared on his face.

"Grandpa, tell me." He Qingyou urged.

The old man squinted his eyes, as if he was very happy with the last fun brought by his life. He fell into memories and stopped talking. "I was still young at that time and saw the fallen dragon in Yingkou. The Japanese were still there at that time. They heard about this and surrounded the entire village, and even set up guard posts at the intersection. When the dragon died, they immediately packed up a bag and took it back to Japan. That night, a strange man suddenly appeared in the village."

The old man said that the village had martial law and a curfew was imposed. There were artillery towers and guard posts outside. The Japanese's big leather shoes were still on the "KaKa" patrol sounded at night. The whole village was so scared that they couldn't sleep at night. Many villagers even hoped that the dragon would be hung up quickly and let the Japanese take it away. The village would have a better life of calm.

That night, someone came to the village. No one knew how this person came in.

At that time, before dinner, the children in the village gathered in the ancestral hall to receive Japanese education, and the ancestral hall was temporarily transformed into a classroom. After the Japanese teachers finished class, the children did not rush home, and they all played in the backyard. The Japanese didn't take much care of them, because the children were children after all.

No one of the children knew how that person appeared. This person avoided the Japanese eyeliner, entered the backyard, and then gathered the children together.

The man's words were very tempting. What exactly did he say is that the old man couldn't remember it after too long. He knew that this man was a master. He bewitched these children through the Japanese sentry and entered the land where the dragon fell, and stole dragon bones and dragon scales. No matter who could take it out, he would give them a silver dollar and teach these children how to live a hundred years of wealth in the future.

Some of these dozen children listened to it, while others didn't. At that time, He Qingyou's grandfather was the king of children. He thought it was exciting and gathered eight brave children to take risks together.

The process in between was very exciting. The old man did not explain in detail. These children in the mountains knew a secret path in the mountains. No matter how shrewd the Japanese were, they could not compare with the local natives in these matters.

These children really arrived at the place where the dragon fell when it was windy late at night.

The old man is really old. Even if he is temporarily looking back, he can't speak clearly and he is drooling. He said that at that time, he was the only one among the children who successfully brought back the keel.

He Qingyou picked up the dark thing, "That's it?"

The old man looked at his turbid eyes, nodded, and sighed, "It's been fifty years since I was with me."
Chapter completed!