Requiem Chapter 66: White Horse Temple, Bodhi Fragrance
As soon as she heard her name, Tang Yan dropped the rag in her hand to the ground. She widened her eyes and muttered to herself, "I knew it, I knew we would all be doomed."
Old Zhao was also stunned. He stared at Tang Yan blankly and didn't say a word for a long time.
"Sister Tang Yan, how...how could it be you?" Shen Feifei couldn't believe what Yin Hui said, and pointed at him angrily: "Bad guy, this is not how you joke. Tell me, how did you know it was Sister Tang Yan? If you don't tell me the reason, humph! Let me see how I'll deal with you!"
"I have the ability to see ghosts and spirits. Just half an hour ago, I saw a number behind her," Yin Hun answered calmly. His mind was full of thoughts. He couldn't think of how to save Tang Yan. He couldn't just keep him in this room for the rest of his life!
At this time, he thought of Ouyang Xue. Perhaps Ouyang Xue's police team could protect Tang Yan.
But then I changed my mind and realized that these victims were obviously not killed by humans. There must be something else going on, and the police should be helpless in this matter.
"What number?" Old Zhao's eyes were as fast as lightning, and his originally hunched body suddenly exuded an irresistible aura, as if a tremendous force was pressing on his back, making it difficult to breathe.
"6!" Yin Hun closed his eyes helplessly.
"Bang!" Old Zhao slammed the table and stood up, his face flushed with anger.
Shen Feifei widened her eyes and stared at Yin Hun in disbelief: "Yin... Yin-Yang eyes, what a joke, you have Yin-Yang eyes? The kind that can see through things?" After saying that, she unconsciously wrapped her clothes around her, fearing that her spring scenery would be exposed.
If it were any other time, Yin Hui would definitely not miss the opportunity to tease the little girl, but at this moment, he simply had no time or mood to do such a useless thing, so he sighed and said, "I mean I can see some supernatural things, such as ghosts."
"Can you see that thing?" Shen Feifei put her thumb into her mouth in surprise, but did not say anything else. She just picked up the teapot and drank it all, and then looked at Yin Hun as if he was a monster.
Gulp, gulp...
After Shen Feifei took a few sips of tea, the scene became quiet.
The first to break the silence was Tang Yan. She smiled and shrugged her shoulders pretending to be nonchalant: "Yin Hui, do you mind accompanying a dying person like me to the amusement park? I have never really had a good time in my life. Oh, and I have to put on some makeup and dress up nicely."
Yin Hui raised his confused eyes and shook his head.
Tang Yan was stunned. He didn't expect that the man in front of him would reject him. However, he quickly suppressed his dissatisfaction. Yes! They are all dying, what else do they care about? He smiled bitterly and said, "Okay then! Since you don't want to accompany me, I'll go by myself."
After saying that, he stood up with a painful expression.
When passing by Yin Hun, Yin Hun suddenly stood up and hugged Tang Yan around the waist, holding her tightly in his arms.
He lowered his head and said in her ear in a reproachful tone: "Tang Yan, why are you being silly? You won't die." After that, he let go of her hand and walked towards Old Zhao.
"Master, now that things have come to this, do you still want to continue hiding it?" Yin Hun's eyes were pious. For the first time ever, his eyes defeated Old Zhao and made him feel ashamed.
Old Zhao took a step back, while Yin Hui took a step closer: "Do you really want to watch everyone laughing and talking one second and turning into a cold corpse the next?"
"Yes, I am just an undertaker, an insignificant undertaker. But because of this, I have seen too many separations and deaths. So I cherish life more than anyone else. I know that they are not easy to come by!"
Every word is powerful and resounding!
After a long silence, Old Zhao lowered his head deeply, while Tang Yan stood there aimlessly, her eyes not knowing where to look. Finally, she could only lower her head and count the patterns on the floor.
Two lines of crystal tears slowly dripped from the corners of her eyes and fell onto Yin Hun's hands. They were very icy, very cool, yet also very hot.
Yin Hun looked up at Tang Yan in surprise. This was not the first time he saw this strong woman sad, but this was the first time he saw her crying silently.
"Tang Yan, let's go!" Yin Hun held her hand tightly: "Whoever wants to hurt you must step over my dead body. Master, I know that you have your own difficulties, and I will not force you. Goodbye!...Oh! No, it should be said that it is a farewell forever!" After saying that, Yin Hun stood up righteously and was about to pack his things.
"Wait." Old Zhao, who had not spoken for a long time, finally spoke. Once he spoke, it was irresistible. He put his hands behind his back, slowly walked to Yin Hui and Tang Yan, and said in a negotiating tone: "Tang Yan! Please sit down first! I know how to handle this matter."
Yin Hun nodded, pulled Tang Yan to sit on the sofa, held his breath, and stared at Old Zhao with his eyes wide open, fearing that he would miss some detail he said if he was careless.
"Since it has come to this, it's okay to tell you." Old Zhao sighed.
"This whole thing was caused by a woman, a woman ."
After throwing away the bag, Old Zhao felt an indescribable sense of comfort, as if the burden he had been carrying for ten years was finally put down.
He squinted his eyes, looking thoughtful, as if wandering in his past memories.
"The origin of this matter can be traced back to ten years ago!" Old Zhao took out a bronze pipe from his jacket pocket, knocked it on the table a few times to knock out some sawdust inside, then took out some tobacco and stuffed it tightly.
With a 'crack' sound, he struck a match, then lit it, put it in his mouth and took a sip, his expression slightly relaxed.
Yin Hui didn't know when Old Zhao started to return to his original ways and started smoking with a pipe from the 1960s, and he became curious.
He exhaled a puff of white mist, and the strong smell of tobacco unconsciously reached Yin Hun's nose, choking him and causing him to cough heavily. Then, Tang Yan and Shen Feifei began to cough continuously.
This smoke is not simple.
This was Yin Hun's first thought. Soon his eyes confirmed his thoughts. In the world of Yin-Yang Eyes, the scattered smoke was like warriors who were ready to die. They were using their lives as a price to drive out the gray tones in the room, as if they wanted to completely kill the things that endangered their master. Not long after, Yin Hun found that the whole room was much brighter, and the pair of eyes that were high above him just now disappeared.
In the faint fragrance, his gloomy mood gradually cleared up and became sunny. The lost strength returned to every joint of his body, and he was full of love and hope for the future and life.
"Master, your cigarette..." Yin Hun stared stupidly at the blazing ball of fire in Old Zhao's hand. He had already guessed that this cigarette had the effect of exorcising demons, concentrating the mind, and nourishing qi.
"Hehe! Isn't this tobacco good?" Old Zhao didn't rush to get to the point, but asked back with a smile. He proudly raised the apricot-yellow coarse cloth pipe, then turned his wrist over, turned the pipe bowl upside down, and knocked it on the coffee table. After knocking out all the yellow-orange granular , he carefully put it back into the pipe.
"This thing is called 'Bodhi Incense'. It was given to me by an old friend from the White Horse Temple in Henan. The production process alone is extremely complicated. First, you have to take the incense ashes that have been placed under the Arhat's seat for more than three years, wet them with dew, mix them with the best sunken wood, and refine them in the furnace for 9981 days. Repeat this process three times before it is considered successful. Because this Bodhi incense is touched by Buddhism, it is naturally endowed with the ability to dispel ominous things. It is priceless!" At this point, Old Zhao coughed lightly, and the comfort that had been revealed on his face disappeared without a trace.
