This is not surprising, because it is not a big problem for those who practice martial arts to be younger.

Captain Jeff continued: "I didn't have this Nepal that year. My ship was a cargo ship, and I also did some activities to help people smuggle abroad. That year, a monk came on the ship. The monk's Dharma name Jueming looked in his forties. He was wearing a monk's robe and was very quiet. At that time, my cargo ship was going to Canada. I was wondering, does this monk want to make a fortune in Canada, too?"

"Thirty years ago, Canada was the most glorious time of the Daquan Gang." Captain Jeff continued: "Well, generally, our cargo ships smuggled people in the cabin, without seeing the sun. The environment is very bad. Although I am the boss, I can only do this. However, I still treat Monk Jueming very favorably and ask him to live in my room." "Because I have always liked Buddhist culture, my Chinese is very good. It is not difficult to communicate with Monk Jueming. That night, the wind outside was a bit strong. The sound of sea waves outside could be heard in the room. The candlelight was swaying, and I planned to talk about Buddhism with Monk Jueming all night. I said, Master, all colors are false. Why do people outside the master go to Canada?"

Monk Jueming clasped his hands together and said, "The world is not pure, I am pure, no one is compassionate, I am compassionate, and in the vast world, cause and effect are not ignorant. I just want to walk more and take a look more."

I said, the master has great wisdom.

Monk Jueming said again: Then donor, sit down and listen to me. Do you know that my family is also a prominent family, with a radius of hundreds of miles, and it is all my family's property. But my family is not prosperous, and I am the only one left in one family."

I asked strangely, why did the master abandon his family as a monk?

Monk Jueming said, when I was nineteen years old, a uncle from Shi told me about his marriage, that is, my wife. My wife was a famous beauty in a radius of hundreds of miles. At that time, I could say that she was proud of her youth and took advantage of everything.

I couldn't help laughing. The master was still a romantic young man back then.

Monk Jueming said, but only three months after marriage, a serious illness took my wife's life.

I curled my smile and said sorry, Master.

Monk Jueming said no, no apologies, all those with appearances are false, and sorrow is like passing clouds and smoke. So what is sorrow? So what is sorrow? It's just a thought in my heart. After he said that, he sat down, just like a Buddha in the Buddha's niche. At this time, Monk Jueming continued to say that I was nineteen years old that year, and I felt that after her death, the world was meaningless to me. Therefore, I dug a deep hole in my ancestral mountain and asked someone to carry his wife's coffin in, and then.

He paused and said, I sent everyone away, and then walked in with a light.

I asked someone to dig this hole very deeply, and walked in for a long time. It was very cold. Although the mud in the soil walls in the cave had frozen, it was not very cold because it was not airtight outside.

Her coffin has been entered into a small room inside. The vermilion coffin is very large. It was specially made by the craftsmen in Liuzhou. A good coffin in Liuzhou is also made of the coffin. This coffin is also made of thousands of years of gloomy wood. It is said that the gloomy wood is taken out of the water and made into a coffin. It sinks into the ground one foot every year, ten years of ten years, and hundreds of feet a year.

I sat on a chair next to her coffin and lit a fire line next to her coffin. The spark jumped on the ground, like a ghost fire, flying outward.

With a loud bang, the corridor that came in collapsed. Now, only she and I are in this deep tomb.

I took out a bottle of wine from my arms. Under the dim lacquer lamp, the wine in the bottle seemed to be flowing, and it turned out to be a brilliant color. I heard that poisonous wine would catch fire when it sprinkled on the ground. In the bottle, it would be like a restless demon, right?

Drink it.

It seemed as if someone was saying to me in a sweet voice in the darkness.

Drink it, get drunk in the sour brew, and forget the world.

I reached out, pulled out the bottle plug, and silently said, "Wait for me, if you feel lonely on the road to the underworld."

Don't you want to look at me again?

In the light of the paint lamp, I seemed to see her, as if she was alive. Her skin was still as white as jade, her voice was as delicate as silver bells, her fingers were slender and soft as spring onions, and her kiss was like the last drizzle of spring.

Wait for me. I murmured.

I pushed open the lid of the coffin with force. I didn't ask her to nail the lid because she and I made a vow to be in the same bed when we were alive, and to be in the same hole when we were dead. The hair was the same green and the heart was the same hot.

Although the coffin lid of the gloomy wood was a little heavy, I pushed open the coffin lid, revealing a crack. I grabbed the wine and prepared to lie beside her, and then sipped it all.

At this time, I saw her.

sky!

Her face was not deformed, but her skin color had turned green, as green as frozen radish, but hard as stone. Her face was still beautiful, but that beauty had a kind of weirdness, and could only say that it was an illusory beauty. I know that under the white and blue skin color, there was no blood flowing, at most, dormant maggots waiting for spring to come, and then they were eaten into an empty shell. And on her face, the gratifying smile before her death, solidified on her skin, just like before her death.

I can bear this alone, but I am still willing to lie beside her and hug her stiff torso so that we can slowly become mud together. However, what is even more terrifying is that I saw the side of her mouth.

Beside her mouth was a mouse that was as big as my palm!

The mouse gnawed her lips as if no one was around, and I could even see the mouse's abdomen bulging. I screamed, grabbed the mouse and threw it hard towards the wall of the hole. The mouse was like a ball, bounced on the wall of the hole that was as hard as a rock, and fell back, falling to the ground, with its skin twitching.

Her lips were almost gnawed by the mouse, revealing her white teeth, as if she was smiling. The smile mixed with her face turned into a cunning sarcasm, as if she was staring at me arrogantly, even though her eyes were closed. I could almost touch her sharp smile as if she could see her strange smile walking around the cave, as if the bats that had left the nest when the night came.

I fell on the chair weakly, and the bottle of wine was heavily placed on the lid of the coffin.

If before this moment, I felt that my actions were touching and would be remembered forever, but at this moment I just felt like a madman, and everything I did would become a laughing stock for people. At most, when the children were disobedient, adults would scare me by mentioning my name.

Did I give up my life for this ugly corpse?

At this time, I felt like I was poured down by ice water, and my heart was extremely cold.

Even though she is still beautiful and charming, how long can that beauty last? It's ridiculous, ridiculous.

I sighed a long sigh. The light of the paint lamp was beating because of my breath, making her face clear and dark, and it looked like the Rakshasa standing beside the king in the temple, as if she had to sit up straight from the coffin at any time, grab people and chew.

I pushed the lid on the coffin and blew out the lacquer lamp in one go.

In the darkness, I laughed.

The feeling of hunger was like a whip, unknowingly whipping on me. When I woke up, I thought I was sleeping in the tent in the darkness around me.

Immediately, the memory comes back to me.

No, I'm going out.

My hand groped, and my fingers touched the cold coffin. The bottle of wine was still on the lid of the coffin. I grabbed it, knocked it on the coffin, and half of it was knocked off. The wine flowed all over the ground, and the hole was filled with the fragrance of wine, but there was no fire.

I stood up and groped to where I came from. The entrance of the hole was covered by the soil. I started digging with half a piece of bottle as crazy.

The soil in this section of the cave collapsed from above, so it was not frozen and it was very easy to dig. However, I was not doing it well in the dark. I returned to the coffin and touched a paint lamp at the end. Fortunately, I still had a scythe in my sleeve.

I took out the scythe and hit it. I dug a hole in the wall of the hole and put it inside. With this little light, I started digging the soil.

Don’t think that others will come to save me. I have a cousin who has long wanted to seize my property. My disappearance was something he could not ask for. Don’t think that others would be so kind to dig this tomb again. When I was digging this cave, I looked for craftsmen from afar. They didn’t even know what I was doing for digging this hole. The people I carried in were passers-by, and they might not be able to find this place again. At this time, my desire to survive was as great as when I wanted to cut off myself.

I have to go out from here.

I was sweating profusely, but it was getting harder and harder. The soil became closer and closer, and it was extremely difficult to break the bottle. Every move seemed to take a lot of effort.

I don’t know how long I had been working, but I felt like a hand was holding it in my belly, and bursts of sour water came out. Is this hunger? Maybe I have been in the hole for more than a day. I originally wanted to discard my skin, so of course I wouldn’t bring food in.

By the way, under her pillow, there are two white steamed buns. That is the custom here. When the funeral is held, the deceased is used to beat dogs when crossing the Naihe Bridge.

I returned to her coffin, plucked up the courage, pushed the lid a little, reached in, and touched her head.

When I took out the steamed bun, her head hit the wooden board below with a "boom", as if the woods were collide with each other. But I ignored those, and ate the steamed buns voraciously, even ignoring what it felt.

The two steamed buns were eaten up in one go. Although I was still hungry, at least I could understand that there was some food in my stomach and a sense of fulfillment. I started digging holes.

The digging soil became wetter and wet, and it was always stuck on the bottle and could not be shaken off. After digging, I had to scrape the soil before digging again, which was a lot of energy.

When I was digging, suddenly, the half of the bottle slammed, and a piece of it broke on my head, and my right index finger suddenly became hot. I didn't know what happened, so I raised my hand under the paint lamp.

Under the lamp, there was some black liquid flowing in my hands, like a living thing, climbing from top to bottom, and reaching the elbow.

That was my blood. The broken glass just now cut a hole in my fingers, and from there, the blood was flowing out.

I put my fingers into my mouth, and sucked hard regardless of the fact that my fingers were still full of soil. Sucking the blood off can stop the blood flow. This is a folk remedy.

The blood flowed into my throat, warm and sweet. It was not until now that I realized that human blood was very sweet. I almost forgot the original intention of sucking blood in the wound. When the blood had already stopped, it was still sucking hard.

I don’t know how long it took, but I finally took out my white fingers from my mouth and looked around a little blankly.

The lacquer lamp is still on. The lacquer lamp only requires very little air. Someone once robbed the tomb in the countryside. After a Han tomb was dug out, there was a lacquer lamp inside.

When hunger told me time, I could no longer lift the small half of the broken bottle.

At this time, I regretted pouring the poisonous wine.

With the dim light as ghostly fire, I returned to the coffin and wanted to sit down, but hunger had already made me dizzy. I sat in vain and fell to the ground.

On the ground, it was cold and wet, with nothing but soil. There was no grassroots and no moss.
Chapter completed!