Philosopher Dan Phu Buffalo ep. 2

Ep2. Phu Phu Buffalo

The ceremony lasted until the last moment. The abbot's loud plucking chants faded the atmosphere. The boy flinched as a spirit was snatched back into his body. He fainted, but the breath began to return unduly. The father of the abbot looked at his son's friend with a distressed eye before turning to look at Botanic with a rebuke.

Confessions of an Old Huntsman: The End of the Huntsman Subjects

Sitting near a small fire in front of the pavilion, he began to tell of the events that caused the permanent hanging of the gun.

"The buffalo mountain forest has' eyes', son," I began to tell. "When I was a hunter, I met so well that I almost didn't come back to see your mother's face. That night, I followed the footsteps of the slang tiger, who knew me to call my father's name in the middle of the night. I almost stepped out of the mall to find them, but it was good that I had the 'tiger forehead' of the master of the magical forest temple line. He put a talisman character on his teeth."

He went on to say that that night, the slag on his neck shook and flashed until his skin burned, reminding him that what he saw in front of him was an illusion, that he had to pray brightly in the sound of nails scratching trees and howling around the direction, "When I came back, I knew that the forest was too strong for passions, so I withdrew, and I stopped killing animals from that day."

The botanist pulled out the necklace on his neck. The tiger's forehead was still magical and had faint marks.

"I will give it to you after you study magic and praying, but you push 'hot subjects' into the forest first because you think that for sure," I scold the dark voice "that you survived this time, not because of the spell you prayed, but look carefully at what your neck hung."

He remembered that before entering the forest, his father had stuffed a small 'monk blindfolded with a love powder' in his hand and said to always carry it. The truth is that his power is plus a fraction of the subjects he has, so he is conscious enough to guide his friends out of the "crushing city."

Boy's New Life: Scars in the Mind

After the ceremony, Boy returned to almost 80% of his life, still working, walking, but the personality became noticeably skeptical and more modest.

Chants: Some nights the boy will startle because he hears a strange language prayer coming from a dark corner of the room, where no one is.

Fear: Every time you go to a funeral or walk through a temple with a chant through a speaker, Boy will tremble, creep, and have to break out immediately, because those sounds underscore the "darkest night" on Buffalo Mountain.

Botanical received an expensive lesson, so he bowed to his father and said that he would no longer use "subjects" in a reckless way.

That night at the old wooden house of Botanical, the atmosphere was so quiet that he could hear the moth gnawing at the wood. Boy lay in the bamboo carriage in the middle of the house, with a good and depressed sleep next to him, and Botanical was kneeling before his father, and his eyes were staring at the "tiger's forehead slag," the skeet that lay on the brass belt.

The botanist picked up the slag and held it in his hand until the tendons bulged. "You know, botany...If the heart is not calm enough, it is like holding a gun without a safe. You sneak into the forest this time because you want to try. Want to know if the spell you learned is magical? What is the result? Almost put your friend to death in the woods. "

Botanical bowed to silence, accepting the fact that his pranks contributed to the escalation of events, the father sighed and continued.

"You survived because the monk blindfolded my eyes in your hands before you went. The great power of compassion kept the eyes of the monkeys from jumping down and tearing your body when you were sitting in the mall, but it couldn't prevent the 'verbal' of the boy. The mouth was to open the door to the philosopher."

Suddenly, the boy sleeping on the carriage began to experience strange symptoms, his body twisting, his closed eyes filling under his eyelids, his mouth muttering low...It's the same gripping prayer heard on Buffalo Mountain!

"Oh-mo-ka-ra...Heh...Come-ye-kwan-eh..."

That sound was not Boy's voice, but it was like many old people whispering at the same time. The botanical man hurried to grab the magic water to help, but he interrupted. "Stay still! This is a piece of spirit that he went astray, stuck with him because the boy went to promise or receive their prayers."

The botanist unfurled the tiger's forehead in his hand and performed a few spells before slapping it on the floor. Bang! The strange chants stopped immediately, along with the sound of dogs whining from the front of the house to the forest behind the village. The boy woke up and grabbed the botanical arms.

"Botanical...I heard it again. The voice of the monk chanted in my ear...But it sounds so heartbreaking, "Boy said in a trembling voice.

A legacy that's not yet time.

My father kept the slag on the house as usual. "This slag I haven't given you yet. You have to go to teach introspection to make your heart more 'cool'. The buffalo mountain forest remembers your smell. The next day, if you are not strong enough, it will pull you back to be a retinue."

From that day on:

Botanical became an introvert and committed to meditation training. He never touched the treasury to show off anyone else.

Boy, he improved in sequence, but became so "afraid of the temple" that when he heard the prayer from a funeral or monk's day, he had to wear headphones to play out loud music to drown out the chants that always had "whispers inserted."..When will you return to us at Buffalo Mountain?

The mystery of the forest doesn't end with walking out, but it becomes a "shadow" that follows their lives forever.

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