Doomsday Begins with a Nightmare

Lin Mo has been here several times before, and because this polluted area is not large, Lin Mo is very familiar with the grass and trees here, the houses and the mountain roads.

He even knew how many wolves were hiding in the forest.

But this time, Lin Mo found something was wrong.

The wolves in the forest seemed to be gone.

Possibly hiding.

Lin Mo didn't care either. He walked up the mountain road and arrived at the small house area in Shangwang Village.

The courtyard of Wang Laohan's house was still the same, and Lin Mo shouted at the door.

"Pharaoh, I'm here to see you, are you at home?"

While shouting, Lin Mo pushed the door and entered.

He knew that Old Man Wang generally did not lock the door.

If the old man is here, then Lin Mo will chat with him directly, if not, it doesn't matter, just sit in the yard and wait for a while.

Mainly because Lin Mo knew that Old Man Wang had nowhere to go.

Pushing the door open, Lin Mo saw that Old Man Wang was drinking tea with someone on the stone bench in the yard.

Since the last time Lin Mo brought the fire source, Old Man Wang was not only able to smoke dry cigarettes, but also made a fire and could boil water and make tea.

Had a really good day.

"Xiao Lin, are you back?" Old Man Wang smiled when he saw Lin Mo.

The two of them belonged to a long-term relationship. Although they were more than sixty years apart in age, their tempers were very speculative and they could chat together.

"Come on, sit." Old Man Wang gave Lin Mo a bench, and he sat on the stone platform in front of the house.

Lin Mo glanced at the person sitting across from him and sat down curiously.

"Introduction, this is Master Miaozhu from Xiyu Temple." Wang Laohan took the initiative to say something when he saw Lin Mo's eyes.

monk?

Mage?

Lin Mo felt that this thing was very far from modern life, and such monks were generally not seen.

So could not help but take a few more glances.

It is indeed a gradient monk, with a bald head, wearing gray clothes, carrying a cloth pocket diagonally across his back, and wearing a string of shiny Buddhist beads around his neck.

The Miaozhu Mage did not speak, but nodded slightly to Lin Mo as a greeting.

"His name is Lin Mo, and he's my friend."

After Old Man Wang finished speaking, the great monk over there stood up and said, "Jushi Wang, please agree to what you just said. I won't disturb you. I'll go back to Xiyu Temple to wait for the layman to come."

After doing a Buddha ceremony, he turned and left.

The monk walked very fast. One second he was at the door, and the next second he was gone.

"Why are there still monk-type nightmares?"

Lin Mo asked curiously at this time.

The monk just now, without the breath of a living person, has a strong obsession, which he has never seen before, a standard nightmare.

But it was different from the obsessive nightmare that Lin Mo had seen before.

It's not like the nightmares of the old Chinese medicine doctor and the takeaway brother Wei Dong, who rely on obsession to exist, basically can't remember the past, and have no wisdom.

Just now, this monk obviously looked like a normal person, and even had the meaning of a high-ranking monk.

"What kind of nightmare? People are visualizing Buddha." Old Man Wang said.

"Buddha?" Lin Mo obviously didn't believe it.

"Almost, don't believe it, this Master Miaozhu is much older than me. You know that I'm a white man, and I only deal with the dead. One year, I took a drowned corpse and went back that night. I can't afford to be sick. I know that this is contaminated with unclean things. I have a way to protect myself in my line of work, but that time, it was useless. In the end, I invited Master Miaozhu to recite the scriptures overnight. It was resolved."

Mentioning the past, Old Man Wang was also a little embarrassed, and his face was grateful.

"It's so mysterious?" Lin Mo +1 in disbelief.

"Believe it or not, let me tell you, when I was recruited, I was still young, but only forty-one years old. At that time, Master Miaozhu was already eighty years old."

"What?"

This time Lin Mo was surprised.

Wang Laohan is forty, and his family is eighty. According to Wang Laohan's current age, he is eighty-nine, plus the seven years he has passed away, he is ninety-six.

Doesn't it mean that Master Miaozhu is over 130 years old?

Isn't this a joke?

The problem is that the big monk just now looked like he was in his forties or fifties, and he didn't look like a centenarian at all.

"When did he die... no, passed away?"

Lin Mo knew that the death of this kind of monk means he passed away, so he asked a question.

"A little over a month ago." Old Man Wang said after a calculation.

That's definitely not possible!

Lin Mo was absolutely skeptical.

However, there is no need to continue fighting with Old Man Wang on this matter, because no one can convince anyone.

Next, not to mention the great monk, Lin Mo chatted with the old man Wang about recent things while drinking tea.

"Me? I don't have anything else to do. I'm just here at Origami. It's very leisurely. Occasionally, a few troublemakers will come here. As soon as I scream, I run away."

The "disruptive" in the mouth of Wang Laohan refers to the wandering nightmare.

But under normal circumstances, those nightmares are not Pharaoh's opponents.

Even in the headless nightmare, that head was not cut out by Pharaoh.

As long as the paper man touches him, life and death are in the hands of Lao Wang.

This is also the place where Pharaoh's bullshit.

I talked about Lin Mo's experience again, and briefly said that Old Man Wang was also fascinated by what he heard.

"It's so interesting? Then I really should go out for a walk, and I can't live in this ravine." Wang Laohan slapped his thigh: "Okay, I'll go to Xiyu Temple tomorrow, Master Miaozhu's favor, I'll help."

Lin Mo wanted to ask what was going on, but seeing that Old Man Wang didn't continue to say what he meant, thinking about it, maybe the great monk had some unspeakable addiction, and it was inconvenient to say.

Asking himself like this, Old Man Wang is not easy to talk about.

Then don't ask.

"Exactly, Lin Mo, let me ask you something, are you free these days?" Old Man Wang asked.

"Yes, you say." Lin Mo was also surprised, Old Man Wang was not the kind of person who asked for help.

"I'm going to Xiyu Temple tomorrow, maybe for two or three days. If you have time these days, come here to help me take a look. It's mainly the neighbors who come here after falling asleep, and they can't see me. , I must be afraid. I have cleaned up the wolves here, but I am also afraid of foreign nightmares. If you see them, just help me clean up. "

Lin Mo nodded: "It's a simple matter. Even if I don't have time, I can arrange for that little brother to come over last time."

The 'little brother' in his mouth is a headless nightmare~www.wuxiahere.com~ OK, that guy is also quite powerful, but you can tell me, don't let it scare the child. "The children Wang Laohan said were two children from his neighbor's house.

This is settled.

Old Man Wang didn't mention what he was doing at Xiyu Temple, and Lin Mo didn't ask.

After chatting for a while, Lin Mo said goodbye and left.

time flies.

On the second night, Lin Mo fell into a dream. First, he wandered around the green garden community, and had a good talk with the little red skirts.

As a result, Lin Mo tricked a few more red balloons out.

With the red balloon, Lin Mo felt at ease.

Go to Building 5 and call the headless little brother, and prepare to go to Wang Laohan's side.

As a result, the belly-headed man who lived with the headless little brother heard it and also expressed his desire to go.

"Okay, you two come together."