Screenwriter Mystery

"Screenwriter Mystery(

"...Yaye, Namo, Ajaya, Polujadi, Shuobolaya, Bodhisattva Sampoya, Mahasattvaya, Mahasattva, Kalunijaya, Om, Sabola Punishment dragged, counted and wrote. Nanwu, Xiji Litang, Yimen Ajiye, Polujidi, Shifo..."

Late at night, Horikawa High School.

After school time, all the students in the school have gone back.

Under the lights prepared by the school, the monks of Kinkakuji Temple were still chanting scriptures in the open space.

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"Senior brother, now it's my turn to preside over the ritual. The principal has prepared a fasting meal for us in the auditorium. Before it gets cold, let's go and fill our stomach."

Walking out from the direction of the school hall, a monk said to his senior brother who had been beating wooden fish in front of the open space.

"Then I will trouble you, Junior Brother."

Hearing the monk's words, Xinzheng, a monk from Kinkakuji Temple who was beating the wooden fish, stopped the movement of his hands, turned his sore wrists and thanked his junior brother, and then handed the scorpion in his hand to the other party.

"This is what I should do."

Qian Zhi, who took the letter that was being handed over, whispered back from the monk beside him.

Because of the sky, most of his face was covered in shadows, and only a small part of his mouth was exposed.

Twisting his stiff body from sitting cross-legged for a long time, Xin Zheng stood up from his position and looked back at the monks of Kinkaku-ji Temple behind him. Great Compassion Mantra.

Turning around and gesturing to his hard-working companion, Xinzheng walked towards the school hall with stiff steps.

And as Xinzheng left, the monk holding Qianzhi sat down in his place, raised Qianzhi in his hand and beat the wooden fish.

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He began to recite in a low voice in accordance with the scriptures behind him.

Accompanied by the "Great Compassion Mantra" constantly coming from the open space, Xinzheng walked into the auditorium.

Because it was only temporarily placed for the vegetarian dishes prepared by the monks of Kinkakuji Temple, the entire auditorium did not turn on too many lights, only a single lamp was lit in the corner, where the vegetarian dishes of Xinzheng and others were prepared.

"Everyone, haven't you eaten yet?"

When he came to the prepared vegetarian food, Xin Zheng looked at the most of the vegetarian food boxes on the table with some surprises.

He originally thought that he was the last person to come.

Unexpectedly, in addition to him, there are still so many junior brothers who have not eaten.

"Then you have to eat quickly, you can't let the rest of the junior brothers go hungry."

Thinking that there are still so many juniors and brothers who haven't eaten, Xinzheng's heart overflows with a bit of apology. He reaches out and picks up a box of vegetarian food from the table. The light vegetarian meal can't bring up much appetite. Described as a belly.

Although, in Japan, monks or workshop owners who inherit from different parts of the school can drink, eat meat and even get married. They do not need to follow the discipline of most forest rules, but they are just some small temples, and the status of monks is for them. More like a family business than a belief.

However, for an orthodox temple like Kinkakuji, the precepts still exist.

He opened the lunch box in his hand, picked up the chopsticks inside and prayed in a low voice.

Xin was picking up a piece of tofu and was about to put it in his mouth when suddenly a faint stench drifted into the tip of his nose.

"What does this taste like?"

Frowning, he stopped the chopsticks in his hand.

"Is there a dead mouse somewhere?"

The thought appeared in Xinzheng's mind, and he suddenly felt a great loss of appetite.

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However, just as Xinzheng was guessing the cause of the stench, dull footsteps suddenly sounded from the auditorium.

"who is it?"

Hearing the footsteps, Xinzheng turned his head subconsciously and looked at the looming shadow that appeared in the shadow of the auditorium.

Frowning, he asked tentatively, "Which Junior Brother is it?"

He thought it was the younger brother who rested to fill his stomach.

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However, in the face of Xinzheng's question, the figure in the shadow did not give any answer, but continued to approach the monk's position with dull steps.

With the constant sound of footsteps, the doubts on Xinzheng's face deepened.

"Is it the patron of Horikawa High School?"

However, he continued to suppress his inner confusion and continued to ask.

"..."

However, no matter how Shin is in the auditorium, the figure that appeared did not answer.

It just stepped on the dull footsteps and walked towards the monk's position little by little.

Just like that, in unhurried movement.

Under the dim light of the auditorium, Xinzheng finally saw the whole picture of the visitor clearly.

However, this result not only did not help Xinzheng to solve his confusion, but instead made the originally puzzled expression on his face distorted and horrified.

I saw that what appeared under the lights of the auditorium was a living plaster statue.

The statue has a bare neck and no head, holding a sharp machete, approaching Xinzheng little by little.

Although he has no head, Xinzheng can clearly feel that the target of this plaster statue is himself.

"How is this possible, why..."

Looking at this moving plaster statue, the indifferent expression on Xinzheng's face disappeared.

The fast food in his hand fell to the ground and spread all over the auditorium floor.

Xinzheng kept shaking his head and retreated to the position behind him with a look of panic.

"Could it be that everything about Horikawa High School is true, all this is really a ghost!"

Bang!

In panic, Xinzheng's backward body hit the edge of the podium~www.wuxiaspot.com~ However, he himself had no time to take care of all this. He looked at the headless statue that was waving a sharp machete and kept approaching him.

Xin was reaching out and touching the Buddha beads on his neck, only to wake up.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when he practices deep prajna-paramita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and saves all suffering. Sariputra! Son! It's the emptiness of all dharmas..."

Holding a Buddha bead in his hand, he recites the Heart Sutra aloud in his mouth, trying to use Buddhism to resist ghosts and spirits.

However, letting Xinzheng recite the Buddhist scriptures, the headless statue facing him seemed to have no influence, and continued to move towards him with the sound of dull footsteps.

"It's useless, Buddhist scriptures are useless!"

Seeing that his last hope was also shattered, Xinzheng's face couldn't help showing a look of despair.

In desperation, his eyes swept across the corner of the auditorium podium, where there seemed to be several familiar corpses lying there.

"That is……"

Looking at these corpses, Xinzheng's eyes flashed with horror.

However, before he could say anything, the headless statue came to him, raised the machete in his hand and swung it down.

"what!"

"...Xila Sang, Amu Ya, Supo. Suo Maha, Axi Tuoye. Suo Ha. Ji La, A Si Tuoye. Suo Ha. Potama, Jashi Tuoye. Suo Ha. . That La Jinchi, Bo Jia La Ye..."

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Inside the auditorium, Xin Zheng's shrill screams were heard.

In the open space, the monks of the Kinkakuji Temple who were sitting together continued to recite the "Great Compassion Mantra" as if unconscious.

In front of him, a monk holding a scorpion beat the wooden fish, and bright red blood flowed from his neck.