The young monk slowly stood up and turned around, revealing his ferocious bronze mask.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, Namo Amitabha!"
"Young monk from Wutai Mountain, since you know that I am behind you, you still dare to walk so far, aren't you afraid of death?"
Faced with such a terrifying scene, Master Angmu remained unfazed.
"Namo Amitabha."
"The Faceless Master is too shy to see the Buddha. The young monk wants to seek advice from the great monk on Buddhism, so he has no choice but to stay away from the temple."
The words of the leader of Luohan Hall made Guifo Wumian stunned for a moment, and then he laughed even more crazily.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie!"
"Interesting! You are interesting!"
"Although the poor monk is ashamed to see the Buddha, he still has the Buddha in his heart!"
"Since you want to talk about Buddhist scriptures, then come over!"
After saying these words, Ghost Buddha Faceless turned around to see the broken ancient Buddha on the side and sat cross-legged.
The moment he put down the dagger and threw away the blood-stained letter, he was clearly a virtuous monk.
But the bronze mask on his face was particularly dazzling.
No ghosts or Buddhas opened their mouths, and a loud chanting sound rang out in the air.
Seeing this, Master Numu chanted the Buddha's name.
"Namo Amitabha."
"The faceless monk is generous in teaching me, and the young monk is honored to do so."
Walking barefoot in the snow, I slowly walked to the ghost Buddha and sat cross-legged, reciting scriptures with him.
As a result, such a strange scene appeared in the Hinoki Mountain:
The blood moon is in the sky, and the wind is blowing.
Under the blood moon, a dilapidated ancient Buddha looked particularly desolate.
In front of the ancient Buddha, a ghostly face and an eminent monk sat among the bones and stinking blood.
The Sanskrit sounds are solemn, like morning bells and evening drums, echoing throughout the mountain.
The spiritually enlightened animals in the mountains, ranging from squirrels and birds to tigers, leopards and jackals, all come after hearing the sound.
He knelt down and worshiped at a distance from the two eminent monks, Ghost Buddha and Angmu, and listened devoutly.
More lonely souls, wild ghosts, and strange spirits followed.
Just like animals, they kneel down quietly and receive the baptism of Dharma.
At this moment, life and death are no longer in opposition;
Ghosts and Buddhas are like one body.
Everything looks strangely balanced.
After a while, Master Kong Chan, the abbot of Jinguang Temple, walked slowly over.
Behind him were a group of young monks.
Master Kongchan didn't say much and went straight to the broken ancient Buddha statue.
The two great monks, Ghost Buddha and Numu, sit cross-legged in the shape of a perfect Chinese character.
The young monks took out wooden fish and rosary beads and sat on the snow from a distance.
The sound of chanting is even louder...
After half a stick of incense, the white bones in front of the ancient Buddha began to glow with a faint golden light.
The smelly blood no longer surged, but slowly disappeared.
Ghost Buddha Faceless even unconsciously reached out to touch the bronze mask on his face.
It looked like he was trying to take it off his face.
Seeing this, Kong Chan's face became even more compassionate;
The angry face became more solemn.
But at this moment, a bald man suddenly appeared not far away.
Holding two black clay pots.
He seemed like a walking corpse, with sloping shoulders and stretched hips.
Using an extremely weird posture, he walked towards Ghost Buddha Faceless Little by little.
The small animals and ghosts who were listening to the sutra seemed to be unable to see the bald head, and they still knelt down and worshiped quietly.
Master Kong Chan was alert, chanting sutras incessantly, and gently waved his sleeves.
A faint Buddha light splashed directly towards the twisted bald head.
"Namo Amitabha."
"The donor died in vain. He should have stopped menstruating and been freed early."
The moment the Buddha's light touched the bald head, it was blocked by a layer of black light emitted from his body.
He still moved towards Guifu Wumian unconsciously.
