The Last Train to Hell

This makes me find it difficult to understand. Why does Master Kongduan knock the wooden fish like this?

Just when I was confused, Duanmei suddenly grabbed my hand and ran to the right without hesitation.

After running for an unknown distance, the wooden fish sound student followed the two of us step by step.

And the situation is getting more and more intense.

Duanmei's pace did not slow down, and I was staggered by him.

He didn't dare to be slow at all. It could be said that he was rushing forward with all his strength.

I felt like the smell of blood was starting to regurgitate in my throat, and the speed of my eyebrow cutting showed no sign of slowing down.

I didn't dare to tell him to stop.

After all, the sound of the wooden fish was really following closely behind.

At this moment, I was also sure that the wooden fish sound was definitely not caused by Master Kong Duan.

He is almost ninety years old, and no matter how well maintained he is, he still can't run that fast.

There is still a big difference in physical fitness between young people and old people.

Even if he were Lin Hualong's age, I would understand.

If an old man of that age exercises well, he may still be strong and healthy.

But Master Kongduan's physical fitness, even if it explodes, the speed will never be that fast.

The speed of the two of us was getting slower and slower, but the sound of the wooden fish behind us became clearer and clearer.

I was also a little desperate, but I didn't dare to tell Duanmei, "Just run away and leave me here."

I clearly remember what the old snake said to me. With Duanmei by my side, my life is not in danger.

So I can only feel sorry for Duan Mei and come with me to suffer. After all, I still need him to be my amulet.

I grabbed his hand and said out of breath.

"Stop, stop and take a look. I can't run anymore!"

As I spoke, my speed slowed down uncontrollably.

When Duanmei heard my words, his steps slowed down slightly, and then he stopped directly.

Due to the inertia of my body, I bumped directly into Duan Mei, and the two of us climbed onto the wall together.

I didn't care about the pain in my body and hurriedly leaned into Duanmei's ear to speak.

"If something goes wrong for a while, we will squat down with our heads in our hands, close our eyes, and then slow down our breathing. The slower the better, it must be steady, and we must close our eyes. No matter what happens, don't panic."

This is my experience. After going through so many things, I find that the more panicked I am, the more likely I am to have various problems.

On the contrary, if I keep my emotions stable, accidents are less likely to occur.

Duanmei nodded and heard my words in his heart.

The sound of the wooden fish was getting closer and closer. My heart skipped a beat. I squatted down with my head in my hands and closed my eyes.

Then there was the sound of Duanmei squatting down from behind.

I felt relieved when I heard him squat down too.

Curl yourself together tightly, as if you were an egg,

I know that my current posture is very cowardly and useless, but saving my life is more important than anything else.

Especially face, which is really worthless compared to life.

The sound of wooden fish stayed around us, and I clearly heard the clear and loud sound of wooden fish coming from my right side.

I don’t know if the owner of Knocking Wooden Fish can see me and Duanmei.

But, I don’t dare to open my eyes and look at him now. I have deeply overcome my curiosity now.

I plan to resolutely pretend to be a grandson to avoid getting into trouble myself.

Duanmei was behind me. I didn't hear any sound behind him. He breathed very softly.

"The two little friends are holding my wooden fish. Can you return the wooden fish to me? I don't want to chase the two little friends. But the wooden fish is in your hands, so I can only catch up. It scares you two. Bit."

Suddenly a peaceful voice came to our ears, and the wooden fish was in our hands.

I thought about the wooden fish I took away from the old monk. He must not be talking about this old monk.

So what made the sound in my ears was the spirit of the old monk.

It was a bit strange that the old monk turned into a spirit after his death.

After a Buddhist dies, shouldn't he go to the Western Paradise?

Why did he become a ghost?

I felt something was wrong, so I didn’t dare to open my eyes, and continued to pretend to be dead.

Seeing that I had no reaction, the old monk continued.

"Donors don't have to be afraid. Just return the wooden fish to me. I won't make it difficult for the two benefactors."

I believed his words a little bit in my heart, and then I thought about what I just said.

The sound of the wooden fish was as rapid as a violent storm, and I felt that his words were not quite right.

It was as if he was deliberately showing weakness and tempting me and Duanmei to open our eyes.

It is not certain whether he is deep in the cave or not, that old monk?

What if it is the Happy Buddha statue that appears in the underground palace? As the old snake said clearly just now,

The Happy Buddha statue can also appear here, but there will be many restrictions on movement.

Perhaps he is acting like this now because his movements are restricted.

I became more and more certain in my heart that if he could see me and Duanmei, he would definitely not talk to me so calmly.

As for the wooden fish in my hand, I don’t want to give it to him now.

I feel that even if I give it to him, I won’t necessarily be let go.

I don't know how long it took, but I'm pretty sure the thing talking next to me didn't leave.

He was still waiting for Duanmei and I to open our eyes, and then successfully locked onto the two of us.

This is not the first time I have done this. I squatted here very patiently and remained motionless.

I felt like I was a stone statue, a lifeless stone statue.

"The two donors were unwilling to return the wooden fish to me. I was too sad. No wonder I turned against him."

Suddenly, without even lifting me, something slipped into the air and something grabbed my neck and pressed me directly against the wall.

My throat was pinched in his hands and I couldn't breathe at all.

I almost suffocated to death, but I had no choice but to open my eyes.

I saw a kind-hearted old monk, now looking at me ferociously, his arms were all black.

I don't know what to do now? Trembling, he took out the wooden fish and small wooden sticks from his pocket.

The old monk simply let go of me and snatched the wooden fish and small wooden stick from my hand.

He patted the wooden fish and the small wooden stick lovingly, and the ferocious look on his face calmed down in an instant.

"That's right. If the two donors took my things, they should be returned to the original owners. I don't want to take action with the two donors. I had no choice but to do it. I hope the two donors can forgive me."

The old monk really fell out of favor faster than turning over a book, but I don't blame him.

If it were me in his place, I would just feel that I still have a broken eyebrow and don't know how to lift myself up.

Obviously we can talk and discuss things easily, but we are so shameless.

He had to wait until his face was broken and his attitude changed drastically before he willingly took out the things.