Jiang Yao dragged the crazy Taoist priest's legs on the ground and walked towards Qingyun Temple.
A huge strange statue was reflected in the sky like a lakeside reflection, and a bright red blood-dropped veil swayed in the wind. Soon she arrived outside the temple. This time she did not climb over the wall, but pushed the door open and entered.
As soon as the red door opened, the little novice monk stood in the rain. Qingjun's face was pale and fragile. The exposed skin was marked with dense black curse lines, which spread to his neck. The rain soaked the gray monk's robe. He stood with one hand on his chest. The corners of his eyes are slightly curved.
"Donor, you are here."
as usual.
Jiang Yao dragged the crazy Taoist priest into the temple. With the Buddhist beads there, the ghost statue had little impact on her.
She said: "He ground the old monk's bones into powder and ate them."
The little novice smiled bitterly.
"I see."
He searched for the old monk for a long time. He searched the entire Xitang Town but could not find the old monk's body.
Only the mad Taoist priest knew the whereabouts of the old monk's body, but he was unwilling to tell him in order to save his life.
He closed his eyes and chanted a mantra.
A group of strange figures suddenly appeared all around, pounced on the mad Taoist priest, tore open his stomach, and his intestines dripped all over the floor... Then countless golden powders came out of his abdomen, and gradually condensed into a blurry figure on the spot.
Just like in the dream, the old monk with golden light condensed in front of his eyes is old and thin, suffering from vicissitudes of life. He was wearing a monk's robe and showed no trace of resentment.
The old monk saved too many people in his life, accumulated good deeds and became virtuous, and his body has been plated with gold.
When he saw the black curse marks on the little novice's body, the old monk sighed and recited a Buddha's name.
"Amitabha."
That is the most evil incantation that can only be made by using a human being as a container and enshrining a phantom.
The young novice monk saw his master again after many years. His eyes were slightly red, and he knelt on his knees and kowtowed to the old monk.
He was ignorant before and had never called the old monk "Master" or even performed the apprenticeship ceremony. He doesn't understand life and death, and thinks that the old monk will never leave him. He acts wantonly, is unruly, and does not believe in God or heaven and earth.
"Master, it's my fault. If I hadn't told others that I was an innate Buddha bone, Master, you wouldn't have been burned to death for me."
It was he who killed the master.
The old monk has so many words that it is difficult to say them all.
He has already faced a certain death disaster in Jiewu three years later.
A life of scribbling only lasts ten years.
When the old monk crossed him, he was also crossing himself.
The old monk was willing to die.
He taught no Dharma, except how to face hatred and death.
That's what caused this situation.
At this time.
Landslides and landslides.
The towering Qingyun Temple collapsed, and the heavy evil aura blocked the sky and the sun. The red gauze of the strange statue in the Sutra Pavilion gradually slipped away, and its true appearance was about to be revealed.
Seeing this, the old monk immediately chose to cast a spell to seal the forbidden spell in Jiewu's body.
Jie Wu fell to the ground in pain. The dense black curse lines almost engulfed him, and a golden light emerged from his skin. It was the innate Buddha bones that were being swallowed by the forbidden curse. Once the ghost statue swallows the Buddha bones, its abilities will leap to a new realm.
The Buddhist beads in Jiang Yao's hand were not spared either. The warmth dissipated, leaving only the coldness.
The young novice monk dedicated his body to the God of Deception and traded the bones of Buddha with the God of Deception to fulfill his wish for revenge.
Now that Xitang Town is in ruins, the deal with Him is concluded.
The old monk is going to use the merit he has accumulated throughout his life to seal the statue of the strange god.
Merits are extremely important to those who practice Buddhism and Taoism. Merit affects luck and can lead to the path of becoming a saint through merit.
Seeing this, Jiang Yao stepped forward and said, "Don't be anxious yet."
The old monk was stunned for a moment when he was interrupted.
I saw a burst of light gray thick fog suddenly appearing all around, a black fog condensed by the evil spirit that swallowed the sky. The statue of the strange god was entangled in countless chains, and the red gauze wrapped his whole body. He had no resistance and was forcibly dragged into the gray fog by the chains. middle.
The old monk was dumbfounded when he saw this scene.
Until a black-robed figure walked out of the gray mist.
"The first sin is coming into the world."
"The second crime is gathering incense privately."
After the trial, the statue of the strange god disappeared.
The dark cumulus clouds overhead dispersed, and the sky cleared after the rain, revealing a bright blue sky.
The weird man in black robe glanced at the little novice monk on the ground and was about to speak.
The old monk quickly clasped his hands and apologized: "He is still young and cannot distinguish right from wrong. It is the poor monk who has no good teaching skills. It is the poor monk's fault that caused all this. Please punish the poor monk severely."
Jiang Yao said from the side: "I think the culprit is the damn temple owner of Xuanhe Temple. If he hadn't used trickery to reduce the drought, these things wouldn't have happened.
The townspeople and Taoist priests were all bewitched by the temple master and burned the little novice to death, and the little novice was also bewitched by the strange statue to destroy Xitang Town..."
She paused and asked the old monk: "Isn't there a saying... retribution for injustice..."
The old monk immediately replied: "When will the injustice be repaid?"
Jiang Yao nodded, "Yes, that's it. These townspeople and the dead Taoist priests are not really dead, they can still live in a horror world.
So I think we should just punish the young novice monk to follow the old monk and accumulate good deeds. "
The black-robed monster listened to the whole process and couldn't say a word.
Even when he spoke he stuttered.
What's more, he didn't listen very carefully. His facial features shrouded in black mist were lowered, and his eyes hidden under the black mist were staring directly at Jiang Yao's wrist.
Hanging is a string of prayer beads, made from the bones of others.
He replied slowly.
"oh."
oh? Jiang Yao said such nice things to the little novice monk because he didn't want to see him enter the gray mist and suffer endless torture.
But today the black-robed Weigui seemed to be in a bad mood. Her mouth was dry as she spoke. Is this 'oh' a promise or a rejection?
The weird man in black robe raised his finger.
The mad Taoist priest was also cuffed by chains and dragged into the gray mist.
A sharp, short scream came over, startling the old monk, fearing that the gray mist would get out of a chain and drag Jie Wu in.
The black-robed monster stopped staying and turned to leave.
Jiang Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief and called him: "Xiao Hei."
The strange man in black robe paused.
Jiang Yao smiled and shook the fog stone hanging around his neck, and said to him: "Thank you for your gift, I like it very much."
When the black-robed monster heard this, his back became hurried and he strode into the gray fog.
The gray fog recedes.
Jiang Yao looked back and sighed.
Xiao Hei seemed to be in a bad mood.
He didn't even pay her any attention.
"Thank you, donor." The old monk clasped his hands to thank her.
The little novice monk was helped up by him. The dense black lines on his skin had faded away and returned to normal, answering all her questions.
No one in the Black Wolf Guild died and had left safely.
The reason why there are zombies that look exactly like her is because this mysterious realm keeps looping. There is a cycle of seven days. If their main line is not explored 100%, the mysterious realm will start again.
This time is the fourth cycle.
They are not dead, this is a mechanism used by the Strange Realm to protect them.
Jiang Yao's doubts were solved and he was not ready to stay here anymore.
"I gotta go."
The young novice clenched his cuffs, feeling a dull pain where the bones were removed.
He smiled lightly and said, "Donor Jiang, have a safe journey."
Jiang Yao nodded, waved to them, and disappeared.
The old monk sighed and said, "Disciple, you haven't completely converted to Buddhism yet... If you can't let go, just follow me."
Jie Wu's eyelids drooped slightly, not sure if he was telling himself or who was telling him.
"I'll let it go."
Being born with the bones of a Buddha, he is destined to not be able to ask for much, even if it is...
