In the Western Buddhist world, among the wild mountains and mountains, thousands of monks in blue clothes marched forward with Zen sticks in hand, slaying demons and exorcising evil spirits.
"Uncle, can you make some fast food?"
In front of a small courtyard, the ascetic monk stopped, looked at the old man in the courtyard, and said.
In the small courtyard, the old man saw the monks in green clothes outside, opened the fence made of wood, and said, "Master, please come in."
"Thank you old man."
The monk in Tsing Yi thanked him and walked into the courtyard.
"The old man brings some food to the master."
The old man took the bowl from the monk's hand and walked tremblingly towards the house.
Not long after, the old man came with the food and handed it to the monk in front of him.
"Thank you."
The monk in Tsing Yi took the food and started to eat with a tired face.
The old man stood aside, watching the monk gobble his food, his expression was calm, and there was not much strangeness.
This is not the first time he has seen these ascetic monks. These monks are good people, who are deeply admired by the world for slaying demons and exorcising evil spirits.
After the monk in Tsing Yi had eaten his fasting meal, he didn't stay any longer and got up and left.
The old man went to the hospital and watched the monk leave.
In the barren mountains and mountains, there are mostly spirits and monsters. Some pedestrians are frightened by spirits, and the whereabouts of these spirits are revealed. It won't be long before monks in green will come to subdue these spirits.
Ascetic monks never accept money from the common people, at most they can only make a bowl of fast food. It is for this reason that ascetic monks in the Western Buddhist world are deeply respected.
But for some unknown reason, there are far more evil things and spirits in the Western Buddhist realm than in other parts of the divine realm. Thousands and hundreds of monks in Tsing Yi were dispatched together, but none of them could completely eradicate the evil.
Not long after the old man sent off the monk, a figure with white hair in plain clothes came up outside the courtyard, looking at the mountains in front of him, his icy eyes flashed with strange colors.
I heard that there is a large temple in this mountain, which is a famous Buddhist temple nearby. There is an old monk in the temple, who is very incomparable in Buddhism.
It is not surprising to consecrate a magical instrument and save the souls of the dead and ascend to heaven. However, saving people to become Buddhas is not something that ordinary Buddhas can do.
"Xianchang, haven't you arrived yet?"
On Ning Chen's shoulder, Xiao Hulu pulled a strand of hair and asked.
"almost."
Ning Chen looked at the majestic mountain in front of his eyes and answered.
"monster!"
At this time, in the small courtyard, the old man saw the villain talking on the shoulder of the white-haired man outside the courtyard, and said in fear.
Xiao Hulu heard the old man's shout, looked over with big eyes, pouted, and said, "I'm not a monster."
"monster."
The old man stepped back, and after three or two steps, he quickly turned around and ran back to the house.
"Xianchang."
Xiao Hulu was extremely wronged and said, "I'm not a monster."
"Little Gourd is a fairy, of course not a monster."
Ning Chen responded with a smile on his cold face.
Hearing the master's consolation, Xiao Hulu quickly recovered his mood and started to play by himself.
Ning Chen glanced at the small courtyard next to it, thought for a while, and immediately walked towards the big mountain in front of him.
Buddhist spirit, only people from Buddhism have come here.
Ascetic
Ning Chen took Xiao Hulu into the mountains, and as soon as he entered the forest, Xiao Hulu seemed to have entered his own home, happily running around with bare feet.
"Be careful not to encounter a beast that will eat you."
Behind, Ning Chen opened his mouth to remind.
"I'm not afraid of beasts."
Xiao Hulu turned around and said something, and continued to run forward happily.
Ning Chen followed unhurriedly, looking at the endless forest in front of his eyes, looking for the traces of the legendary temple.
Before I knew it, half a day passed, the sun went down in the west, and the sky darkened rapidly in the mountains and forests.
"Ghost!"
When the sky darkened, in front of him, the childish voice of the small gourd sounded, sharp and harsh.
Ning Chen heard the words, frowned slightly, and walked over.
In the woods ahead, Xiao Hulu quickly flew back, hugged the former's arm, and said, "Xianchang, there is a ghost."
"Not afraid."
Ning Chen comforted her softly and walked forward.
In the woods, dozens of phantoms in white clothes were floating, all of them were women, with their tongues sticking out, terrifying.
Among the many wronged souls, the monk in blue stood with a Zen staff in hand, and his body was filled with Buddhist power, blocking the ghost energy from eating his body.
"Xianchang, there are so many ghosts."
Xiao Hulu hid behind Ning Chen and whispered.
"Not a ghost."
Ning Chen calmly said, "It's a wronged soul."
"What is a ghost?"
The little gourd was puzzled.
"You don't close your eyes before you die, and your three souls don't leave after you die."
Ning Chen said lightly, these women, like the women outside the temple, did not die normally. It seems that this seemingly peaceful Western Buddhist world is not a pure land.
Ahead, among the many wronged souls, the monk in green stood with his Zen staff aside, folded his hands, recited the mantra, and began to heal the wronged souls around him.
The monks recited the scriptures, and the golden light filled the air, and the surrounding ghosts immediately screamed.
The ghosts gradually dissipated, and more than a dozen grievances returned to their original appearances. All of them were women of 28 years old.
"Forgive me."
The ghost qi dissipated, and dozens of grievances knelt down and begged for mercy, their expressions full of fear.
"Amitabha!"
The monk in Tsing Yi opened his eyes, his body surging with Buddha power, without showing any mercy, he continued to chant the scriptures, trying to save all these grievances.
"Um?"
At this moment, the monk in azure robe was shocked, his eyes looked at the white-haired figure walking in front of him, his eyes dignified.
This is
magic!
The real demons, the monks in Tsing Yi were all on guard and were extremely nervous.
Ahead, dozens of grievances saw this and immediately fled in all directions.
"Amitabha!"
The Tsing Yi monk looked cold, stretched out his hand to hold the Zen staff, and immediately slammed to the ground.
In an instant, the monks killed, the Buddha's power permeated, and all the grievances were scattered in an instant.
"Why kill them?"
Ning Chen stepped forward and asked calmly.
The Tsing Yi monk's expression sank, and he said, "Lonely souls and wild ghosts can harm the world, and the Buddha cannot tolerate them."
Ning Chen heard it, nodded lightly, and said, "What about the devil?"
"Excuse me!"
The blue-robed monk said with murderous intent in his eyes.
"Go on."
After finishing speaking, Ning Chen walked past the monk, and the sword light rose silently without warning.
A sword mark appeared in the throat of the monk in blue, and blood spurted out immediately, dyeing the mountains and forests red.
"Why did Xianchang kill him?" Xiao Hulu asked in confusion.
"Why did he kill those wronged souls?" Ning Chen asked instead without answering.
"Because ghosts harm people." Xiao Hulu replied.
"Why do ghosts harm people?" Ning Chen continued to ask.
When Xiao Hulu heard the words, his little head was suddenly not enough, and he couldn't think of an answer.
"Because of living."
Ning Chen said calmly, "It's like a beast that preys on cattle and sheep, the purpose is just to survive."
Xiao Hulu looked dazed, feeling that it made sense, but also felt that he didn't understand.
"No need to think so much."
Ning Chen smiled and said, "If I don't kill him, he will find a way to kill me. Buddha and demon cannot coexist."
When the Tsing Yi monk died, deep in the mountain forest, in the temple, the old Buddha opened his eyes and looked ahead, a stream of light flashed.
Demon
The first thousand three hundred and eighty-seven chapters kill the monk and become a demon
Under the dark night, the mountains and forests are extremely dark, and the moonlight is difficult to shine.
Ning Chen took the little gourd to walk in the mountains and forests, walking all the way towards the depths of the mountains and forests.
In the cold night, the cold wind was blowing, and it was freezing to the bone. Xiao Hulu hid in Ning Chen's collar, looking around with big eyes, not daring to come out.
After walking for about two hours, in the depths of the mountain forest, Ning Chen walked over, looking at the temple on the mountainside in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Ning Chen stepped on his feet, and his figure rose into the air.
The devil is close, and on the mountainside, the golden light is prosperous, trying to stop the devil from approaching.
However, the white-haired demon, whose cultivation base was astonishing, entered the golden light without any influence at all.
In the temple, the old monk felt a sense of condensed expression.
Outside the temple, Ning Chen came to bathe in the Buddha's light, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the temple.
With a creak, the door opened, and Ning Chen stepped in. In front of the main hall, separated by the door, the two looked at each other.
"I have seen the master."
Outside the hall, Ning Chen stopped and bowed.
Inside the hall, the old monk said, "Donor, you have gone to the wrong place."
"I came here on purpose, and I want to ask the master to help me transform my spirit."
Ning Chen said calmly.
The old monk heard the words, his expression sank, and said, "Your Excellency is a demon, why do you want to transform into a god?"
"Magic?"
Ning Chen murmured softly, the dark color in his eyes faded, and the blood-colored magic pattern between his eyebrows also disappeared, his aura changed, and he regained his divinity.
"Is that all right?" Ning Chen said.
In the main hall, the old monk's expression was shocked, and his face showed an unbelievable color.
With a creak, the door of the main hall opened, Ning Chen walked in, looked at the figure in front of the Buddha statue in the main hall, bowed politely, and said, "Master."
"You are not a devil!"
The old monk looked up and down at the person in front of him and said.
"Is it really that important whether it is human or demon?" Ning Chen asked.
"Of course." The old monk said solemnly.
Ning Chen heard the words, sighed softly, and said, "Sorry, I came to the wrong place."
After the words fell, Ning Chen's eyes returned to ink color, and blood lines appeared between his eyebrows, which was amazing.
In Ning Chen's hands, the magic sword appeared, swiped with a sword, and saw blood seal his throat.
The old monk was shocked, and his eyes were full of shock.
The gushing blood, dyed the ground in front of the red Buddha, was dazzling and unusual.
Ning Chen turned around and left, and after a while, he disappeared into the night.
Outside the mountains, Ning Chen looked at Tiantian Shenyue and said, "Little Gourd, if I become the devil who kills without blinking, will you be afraid?"
Inside the collar, Xiao Hulu gently shook his head and said, "No way."
"Why?" Ning Chen whispered.
"Xianchang is a good person." Xiao Hulu said loudly.
Ning Chen smiled lightly, nodded and said, "When I came to this Western Buddhist world, I have heard of a method to kill ten thousand monks and become a demon. I was hesitant before, but now I don't."
In the Western Buddhist world, there is no shortage of monks in blue clothes. Since he has decided, he will kill them all.
Under the moon, the demon with his hands stained with the blood of the Buddha made an astonishing decision again, killing the monk and transforming the demon to increase his strength with all his strength.
Three days later, in a barren mountain, a monk in blue clothes fell silently, with a sword scar in his throat, which destroyed the monk's vitality.
Not far from the monk, the ghost was trembling, and under the power of the devil, he didn't dare to move.
"Go back."
Ning Chen glanced at the ghost and said lightly.
The ghost immediately knelt down and saluted, and immediately got up and left.
After killing the Buddha and saving the ghost, Ning Chen took the magic sword stained with the Buddha's blood and left, and disappeared.
For the next few months, Ning Chen spent all day walking among the mountains and rivers, looking for monks in blue clothes.
Under the magic sword, more and more monks in blue clothes died, and more and more ghosts were rescued.
In the Western Buddhist world, the legend of ghosts eating people has become more and more popular. Although no one has ever seen it with their own eyes, such rumors have spread throughout the Buddhist world.
"You don't know, a few days ago, I saw more than a dozen ghosts with green faces and fangs in the mountains, eating a living person, it was terrible."
In the teahouse, Mr. Storyteller told a bunch of people what he had seen and heard, and everyone was stunned.
"you're lying!"
At this time, at the table not far away, a young girl opened her mouth and said with her arms crossed, "How come there are so many ghosts in this world."
Mr. Storyteller raised his head, looked at the girl not far away, and said displeasedly, "Little girl, what I have seen with my own eyes can still be fake, those ghosts are on the mountain outside the city, if you don't believe it, you can see it. "
"Go and go, I will definitely come back to expose your lies."
The girl said something, took the sword on the table, and walked out of the teahouse.
A hundred miles away from the small town, on a barren mountain, a girl came with a sword, and when she walked to the front of the forest, she felt a little bit of retreat.
Ahead, the sky was getting darker, and in the depths of the forest, it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.
The girl stood still for a long time, gritted her teeth, and walked towards the forest ahead.
In the mountains and forests, the gloomy wind whistled, which sounded eerie.
The girl clenched the sword in her hand and walked for more than ten miles, feeling more and more afraid in her heart.
Around, the sky has completely darkened, and it can be seen that it is less than a zhang.
"Woooo."
At this time, the woman's cry sounded, desolate and terrifying.
The inexplicable cry in the dark night made people even more frightened. The girl immediately stopped and her body trembled.
"Return my life!"
A gloomy shout sounded, and a ten-digit white-clothed phantom appeared, floating on the void, surrounding the girl.
"Ghost!"
Seeing this, the girl immediately screamed, covered her head, and was so frightened that she couldn't let go.
Around, dozens of white-clothed phantoms floated, getting closer and closer, with hideous and terrifying faces.
After half an hour, the surroundings gradually became quiet, the girl raised her head, and there was no one in front of her.
The ghost was gone, the girl stretched out her hands, looked at her body, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Luckily I didn't get eaten.
"what!"
At this time, in the forest, a shrill cry rose, shaking the birds and beasts.
The girl heard it, overcame the fear in her heart, and ran over quickly.
In front, the monk in Tsing Yi waved his Zen staff, and scattered one after another of white-clothed phantoms.
Dozens of white-clothed phantoms were all killed in a blink of an eye. In the hands of the blue-clothed monk, the bowl flew up, sucking all the remaining soul power of the wronged soul into it.
The girl was shocked when she saw this scene.
At this moment, at the end of the night, a figure with white hair in plain clothes stepped forward, his eyes were as black as ink, and the blood-colored magic lines were engraved between his eyebrows, which was terrifying.
The monk in Tsing Yi felt it, his eyes turned forward, and his expression suddenly condensed.
magic!
After a few breaths, the white-haired demon approached, without saying a word, he passed by, and the sword light was dazzling.
The monk in Tsing Yi trembled, and there was no room to fight back, and his figure went straight to the back.
boom! Under Ning Chen's feet, the monk's bowl was directly smashed, and dozens of remnants escaped. They instinctively bowed respectfully, and then each flew to the depths of the forest.