Zhang Jiao was stunned when he heard this, then closed his eyes to sense.
"Hahaha, he is still stranded in this world, I am not alone!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a skinny, dark-skinned old monk walking barefoot.
A string of human bone rosary beads made of baby heads hung around her neck.
Although the skinny, dark-skinned old monk looks ugly, even scary, his expression is particularly peaceful.
Peaceful with endless compassion.
When he walked to the foot of the pine tree slowly but in a hurry, Zhang Jiao had already stood up and greeted him with a smile.
"Blessings are boundless in the yellow sky."
"Is the Buddha always fine after not seeing the dead bones for a thousand years?"
The old monk responded solemnly and meticulously.
"Namo Amitabha."
"The leader of the labor camp is concerned, and the poor monk is frightened."
Then he respectfully saluted Mr. Song: "The skeleton of a young monk from the southern country pays homage to the senior tree god."
"Senior's compassion has saved thousands of living beings."
Song Lao did not respond immediately, but sighed in silence for a long time.
"No need to be polite."
"Two thousand years ago, you sat at my feet and made the twelve great aspirations to inspire the world."
The skeleton monk was stunned when he heard this, and then his eyes couldn't help but look at the canopy-like pine trees.
Sure enough, we saw twelve Buddhist swastikas vaguely carved on the middle and lower sections of the tree trunk.
Isn't this exactly what he did back then? !
Under such circumstances, the Skeleton Monk's state of mind, which had been calm for two thousand years, could not help but ripples appeared.
He quickly straightened his clothes and knelt on the ground to worship Song Lao.
"Namo Amitabha."
"The young monk did such a terrible thing because he had not yet attained enlightenment. I would like to express my gratitude to Senior Tree God for his help!"
Mr. Song was obviously very happy to meet an "old friend".
A green light full of vitality emerged, slowly lifting the skeletal monk.
"You have a kind heart, so the old tree allows you to enlighten at my feet. This is your good destiny..."
Although Mr. Song said so, the Bone Monk was obviously a persistent person.
Although he was lifted up, he knelt down respectfully again.
After three prostrations and nine prostrations, he stood up respectfully, sat one position behind and silently sat under the pine tree.
Take off the skull rosary from your neck, twist it while reciting the Diamond Subduing Demon Sutra, and assist Mr. Song in suppressing the "things" under the dead man's underground palace.
This time he sensed that something dangerous was about to be born, so he hurried over with the great compassion of "If I don't go to hell, who will?", but he didn't expect to meet Song Lao and Zhang Jiao.
In this way, there is no need to "sacrifice one's life to become a benevolent person".
In the mind of this Buddhist monk, he thought that with the combined efforts of the three of them, plus the large formation suspended in the air, even if the evil could not be suppressed forever, it would still be easy to trap him for thousands of years.
However, what he didn't know was that the "things" suppressed below also buried half the world's bluestone coffin! ! !
...
On the other side, after separating from the "everyone", Hua Jiunan and the others declined Qian Duoduo's offer to "squeeze in" and send them back to the hotel.
After handing the still unconscious Taoist Zhou to Wu Yongming, the purple-clad Taoist priest, he chose to take a taxi back.
This makes 500 people who just want to make some extra money feel very regretful, just like ordinary people who miss the 5 million grand prize.
Therefore, we had to wait near the Underground Palace of the Dead and pick up an individual traveler back to the city along the way.
After all, there are only two people in his shabby taxi, the lion-like Sun Yangming and the great scholar Xun Yi.
"Running on empty" is not his money-rich style...
As for why I didn’t bring along the two masters Rong Hui and Pu Neng... When have you ever seen a monk take out money? Whether it’s food or accommodation!
Or do something else... Isn't it a waste of money to pull them? Having a lot of money is not stupid, on the contrary, he is smart.
In terms of careful planning, Chang Baye, who is in a state of hunger, can stand shoulder to shoulder with him!
Regarding the persistence of his old friend, the great scholar Xun Yi just smiled faintly, and then took out the ancient scroll and read it carefully.
He looked like he couldn't hear what was going on outside the window and only read the books of sages.
In fact, he was silently using secret techniques to inform the special departments in the capital of everything that happened in Liangzhu.
After all, the Underground Palace of the Dead at this time is like a time bomb... or a nuclear bomb level.
If it is not handled well, the consequences will be disastrous!
