Qi Jingzhi had a lot of thoughts in his heart, but his face was not very strange. When he fell into the eyes of all the ghosts and gods, he just remained silent for a moment.
He looked at Old Chenghuang with a broad and sincere smile: "Junior was thinking just now, if he were to stand down below and see that the person interrogating the case was his own teacher, he would be looking forward to getting some care!"
"It's a pity that Master has always been upright in his body and pure in his intentions. If I hadn't encountered something magical a while ago, I would never know the teacher's identity in the underworld until I die, and I wouldn't even dare to expect that he would bend the law for personal gain and treat me. Open up."
Hearing this, Master Meng naturally smiled and was pleased, but Yu Laochenghuang snorted lightly: "You don't have to make up for him. If you don't cultivate your mind, you won't be able to do it. No matter how you try to hide it, it's useless. It's all in vain." The exquisite heart that even demons covet.”
After saying that, He waved his hand: "Take the second one."
Bai Dutou immediately gave the order loudly, and Master Meng introduced to the ghosts and gods in the temple: "This second one is a bit special. He was originally a monk from Fuya Temple, but he transformed into a tiger and ate a lot of people. He was first killed by Wuyun Si Dong Mao was seriously injured, and today he was killed by me, a student, in Xiaosong Mountain, leaving only a little remnant of his spirit."
"Fuya Temple?"
Immediately there were ghosts and gods in the hall who said in surprise: "Fuya Temple, which is known as the No. 1 Zen Forest in Daqi?"
Qi Jingzhi followed the sound and saw that the person speaking was the head of the picket department who was sitting under Master Meng. He was tall and burly, with flaring nostrils on his square indigo face, and two big eyes protruding from the sockets. He looked extremely... Ugly and hideous.
"The ghosts and gods of the Yin Division are all sealed after the living person dies. Does this chief look like this? Is it a change of supernatural power, or is he wearing the so-called ghost face?" Qi Jingzhi thought secretly.
Master Meng glanced at this colleague, nodded and affirmed: "It is the Fuya Temple on the Dongxiuling Mountains on the outskirts of the capital, in the Shiweng Valley, which is the leader of Qi Zen Sect."
The look of surprise on the face of the head of the inspection department became more intense: "Fuya Temple is a spiritual practice portal with true teachings. The disciples in the temple have died, and their spirituality has its own home. Why did it come to us?"
While he was talking, another man holding a chain walked into the palace door.
The clear light on the plaque "The Mirror Hangs High" shone for a long time before a tall figure was finally outlined on the other end of the chain.
There was a slight commotion in the hall immediately, because the figure was not human, but a ferocious tiger.
This tiger is not as solid as in life like Shen Ruhai, but is illusory and broken, almost transparent, and it is obvious that its spirituality has been extremely weakened, like a candle in the wind.
What is particularly horrifying is that the tiger's shriveled belly is densely packed with blood-red human figures.
The blood shadows are twisted and intertwined together, and it is difficult to distinguish each other. A dozen lifelike human faces are floating, rolling, and appearing and disappearing among them.
These faces may be crying or laughing, with different expressions, which are far more vivid and vivid than the few blurry shadows on Shen Ruhai's body.
But unlike Shen Ruhai's treatment, the blood shadows in the tiger's belly were very calm and showed no signs of backlash.
"this……"
The head of the inspection department's eyes widened even more, almost bursting out of his eyes: "Didn't you say that the person who died was a monk from Fuya Temple?"
Master Meng nodded and replied: "It was indeed a monk originally, but before it died, it had completely turned into a tiger spirit from the inside out. It was not even a human being. The pure land of the Buddhist kingdom to which the Fuya Temple lineage belongs , naturally I can’t go back.”
The head of the picket department suddenly said: "So he is a demon spirit without an owner? This is in line with the rules."
On the other side, the red-faced and bearded head of the dispatch department stared at the tiger spirit again and again, and finally couldn't help but said: "What kind of evil magic is this? Although Zen disciples like to play tricks of taming tigers to attract believers. , but I have never heard of any monk giving up a good human body and becoming an animal instead."
Qi Jingzhi heard clearly from the sidelines that although the two chiefs of the report and the picket were both ghosts and gods under the county god, their attitudes towards Zen Buddhism were obviously different in their words.
The next moment, the tiger spirit took the initiative to speak: "My dear fellows, the young monk can still sense the guiding force of the spiritual stele in the temple. It can be seen that he has not been expelled from the master. The young monk does not go back, but it is not impossible, but It’s because I don’t want to. It’s just because the young monk still has unresolved obsessions in his heart that he has the audacity to come to harass me and deceive me. I hope you will forgive me!”
After saying that, it took the initiative to bend down and touch its forehead to the ground to show respect.
Seeing this, the ghosts and gods in the palace all looked at Master Meng with different expressions and playful eyes.
Master Meng's face had become extremely ugly. Previously, he had preconceived the idea that this tiger spirit had committed such a heinous crime and had completely turned into a demon spirit. He would definitely not be tolerated by the master. He also wanted to save the people of the county who died in the tiger's mouth. To avenge one's grievances, he would take down the remaining spirits floating in the underworld without thinking.
He never expected that this guy's evil deeds would turn into a monster so much that he would still be regarded as a disciple by the spirit stele of Fuya Temple. Without realizing it, he rushed to pick up a hot potato for his master. If word spread in the future, the entire Songling County Yin Division will become a laughing stock!
Thinking of this, the anger in Master Meng's chest couldn't help but surge up. He was about to explode on the spot, but suddenly he remembered the beating words of the old man just now, and his whole body felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on him.
He was stunned for a long time, and his eyes finally returned to clarity. He shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "So the boss has known about it for a long time! This exquisite heart in my chest has really grown in vain!"
"It's not too late to wake up now! Do you really think it's easy to be a yin and yang and understand both humans and ghosts?"
Yu Laochenghuang nodded and ignored him. He turned to look at the tiger spirit who was still lying on the ground, and said with a bit of grimness in his tone: "You are a junior with such a low level. You dare to fool the Yinsi like this even if you stay outside the cultivation gate, do you really think that I won't deal with you?"
"You have caused so much murder in this county, and your true spirit is in the shape of a demon tiger. Even if the master's sect sends you a spiritual stele to protect you, and the underworld prison is difficult to detain you, I can hand you over to the Demon Suppressing Academy. Fill it out That legendary bottomless dry well, all the eminent monks and virtuous men who came to Fuya Temple have nothing to say!"
"Young monk, I would never dare to be so arrogant! I know that I have committed too many sins, and I have no shame to see my teacher again, and I dare not seek escape from my sins."
The tiger spirit slowly raised its head and said slowly: "The only remaining obsession in the little monk's heart is to enter the devil-slaying well to atone for his sins and end his remaining life in the shape of a tiger. However, the little monk's spirit cannot escape from the underworld. If you have the audacity to come to your door and harass the underworld, I hope the gods will grant you permission!"
As soon as he said these words, the hall fell silent again. Everyone from the City God to the Yin Chai had expressions of surprise and doubt on their faces.
Yu Laochenghuang's eyes were slightly closed, and he was silent for a long time before speaking again: "Since you are from Fuya Temple and can still name the well, you should know what kind of place is inside, right?"
The tiger spirit nodded immediately: "Monks don't lie. I'm afraid the monk knows more than the people in this hall. However, as long as you can keep the tiger shape, it will be the same no matter where you are!"
Yu Laochenghuang was despised by the other party, and his face was not sullen, but rather incredulous: "There has always been no way in or out of the Devil's Well, and even the underworld cannot be connected. Once in, whether it is the Pure Land of Buddhism or reincarnation in the next life, It's all in vain, just to keep such a beast's body?"
