After Tu'er disappeared out of thin air, Xuanming was finally knocked down by the great grief, and he staggered around the altar with tears in his eyes. The mental power that You Shu had put into his pupils through the palm of his hand has not dissipated, so the current Bodhi Temple is already a different look.
He looked down the steps with a sullen expression, and there were people standing around him. Could it be that the most prominent nobles in Shangjing were either aloof, graceful, or reserved. They wore the most splendid and beautiful clothes and the most delicate and expensive accessories, and they looked so dignified.
Although Xuanming has a broad heart and loves kindness and righteousness, he is not such a fool who is ignorant of world affairs and only knows how to cultivate. He has experienced the scorching coldness of the world, and naturally he also understands the sinister nature of the human heart. In the past, he always took it as his duty to save the world. No matter good or bad, he was willing to lend a helping hand as long as he was in danger. Because he believed that human nature is inherently good, and that those who made mistakes will always find their way back one day.
However, now he has deep doubts about the ideas he once held. I saw everyone in the audience, except for the young children, almost every one of them had a ghost attached to their backs. They are hideous, with resentful expressions, or grit their teeth, or sneer and sneer, or stretch out their claws to dig their brains and hearts. However, their enemies were all from extraordinary backgrounds, with auspicious clouds around the top, and with that meager resentment, they couldn't help each other at all. In the long wait, they often have only one ending, that is, the soul is scattered and never reincarnated.
Numerous wronged souls gathered together to form a thick black mist. From a distance, the once radiant, quiet and holy Bodhi Temple turned into a ghostly Asura field. Especially that Wang Xianggan, who had a thousand-faced ghost attached to his back, every face was twisted, roaring, roaring, and the sound of "return my life" echoed over the altar, like hell. reproduce.
It is not difficult for Xuan Ming to imagine that these people must have been killed by Wang Xianggan, and the evil he committed has already sent him to eighteen levels of hell. With such a father, how could Wang Tianyou be a good person
Xuan Ming turned his head and looked at the culprit on the lotus platform. Not surprisingly, there were also two little ghosts beside the other party. Their bodies were covered in bruises and blood and tears. It can be seen that Wang Tianyou has long been addicted to murder, and his crime cannot be punished. Is such a person really possible to transition? Can you really forsake evil and promote good? He didn't fall into evil at all, and everything he did came from his nature, so how could he make a comeback
If I save him, how will my disciple, Miaochen, rest in peace? Xuanming hugged the small body in his arms, and smiled sadly, "If the body is damaged, it can be healed, and the moral defect can be corrected, but if the human heart is broken, how can it be made up by reciting a few sutras? You can cross people, but you can't cross the devil, so the son has become a devil, please ask Mr. Wang to invite Gao Ming."
When he said this, he hung his head from the beginning to the end, not to look at the crowd, let alone Wang Xianggan, who was shrouded in a dark ghost. He thought that he could overcome all the misery in the world, but he didn't expect it to come to an end. Instead, the ugliness of the world defeated him first. He had to admit that after all, he was only a human being with flesh and blood, not a Bodhisattva who was compassionate and compassionate.
Holding the body of his disciple, he walked down the steps step by step, and when he reached the door, he suddenly turned to look at Youshu and Ji Changye, showing a slightly relieved smile. Compared with the nobles who were submerged in the ghostly atmosphere, only these two were the cleanest. The golden sunlight sprinkled around them, making it more and more bright and clear, warm and bright.
This is about the last piece of pure land in Bodhi Temple. Thinking of this, Master Xuanming nodded slightly to the two of them, and then walked out resolutely, "All the disciples obeyed the order and immediately went to the capital to beat the drums, in order to seek the Holy Inquisition."
"Disciple has an order!" The three hundred monks of the Bodhi Temple responded in unison, and the momentum shook the sky.
In just a few moments, most of the originally crowded temple was empty. Only the pilgrims who came to watch the ceremony looked at each other and were at a loss. Among them, the Wang family had the most ugly faces. Wang Xianggan vowed to sue the official, not because he was convinced of his son's character, but had connections in Dali Temple, the Ministry of Punishment, and the Inspectorate.
But right now, Master Xuanming took Miaochen's corpse directly to beat Dengwen's drum and asked for the holy judgement. Not to mention his unique position in the Ming Dynasty, even the thousands of believers in Beijing would not let him go. over a murderer. He intentionally made the matter known to everyone, in order to strictly prohibit anyone involved from interfering. It was obvious that he did not believe the Wang family's rhetoric. Moreover, he kept asserting that Wang Tianyou had been enchanted and could not be transformed, so he deliberately cut off Wang Tianyou's retreat.
How to participate in the imperial examinations, how to enter an official position, and how to be a very high-ranking official? He didn't show his face, but in his actions, he showed suspicion and hatred for the Wang family. Although the Wang family has some face in front of the prince, it is not irreplaceable. The prince's position is stable, and the saints are generous, whoever wants to be lifted can be lifted, and whoever wants to be suppressed can be suppressed, there is no need to worry at all. The Wang family had offended Anhua County Master before, and now they have a deadly feud with Master Xuanming, it is self-evident which side the Crown Prince will stand on.
Thinking of this, Wang Xianggan couldn't help but sink his face. He turned his head and stared at Youshu, his dark pupils stirred with monstrous murderous intent, actually believing that everything before that was done by Youshu.
"Take this villain back!" He didn't feel good, he just waved his hand and asked the guards to carry Wang Tianyou down, and then immediately returned to Beijing with his family, wanting to take the initiative to enter the palace to plead guilty before Master Xuanming sounded the Dengwen drum. . The son's future can be ruined, but his career must not be ruined.
In the blink of an eye, another wave of people walked away, and the Bodhi Temple finally returned to its former serenity. Youshu originally wanted to ask Master Xuanming how long the mental power he had lost in the past would last, but he didn't expect him to be so decisive and walked away with the corpse.
Well, we can always meet in the future. Xiaoxiao sighed, he quickly ran to the master's side, and habitually hugged the other party's waist. Everything that Master Xuanming sees, he can naturally see. This world where ghosts are rampant is more dangerous than the end of the world. At least zombies are tangible things and can be wiped out by all means, but ghosts are invisible and invisible, and they can't even touch them. How can you resist
If it wasn't for the chance to meet the master and get his protection, You Shu believed that he had already become a ghost and a speck of dust. In this dangerous Asura field, the master is his only life, and the only pure land. How can he not be attached to him
With a thousand twists and turns in her heart, You Shu pressed her cheek against the young man's back and hooked her lips slightly.
Ji Changye couldn't see the expression on the boy's face, and couldn't guess what he was thinking, but he could sense this deep nostalgia through his constantly tightening arms. He felt in a dilemma, and was vaguely happy, and then he was startled, pressing the inexplicable joy into his heart and deliberately forgetting it.
Gently patted the back of the young man's hand, he said abruptly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." As long as I'm here for one day, I won't let anyone hurt you.
Youshu shook his head and muttered, "I'm not afraid." As long as you are here, I'm not afraid of anything.
Master Xuanming and Wang Xiangqian returned to Beijing one after another. The layout of Beijing was about to change. Ji Changye did not dare to delay, and immediately led everyone down the mountain. His hurried behavior did not arouse suspicion from others. When such appalling things happened, no one wanted to stay in the Bodhi Temple for a long time.
After returning to Beijing, Ji Changye suddenly became busy, and often disappeared for three or five days. The two little ghosts also followed Wang Tianyou back to the Wang family for revenge. Youshu had to sigh that she was lucky and learned how to absorb dragon energy at a critical moment, otherwise it would have been eaten by the ghosts already.
Wang Xiangqian is now busy taking care of his son's aftermath, and can't get away, but Youshu can't forget the murderous look of the other party when he looks at him for a moment. Instead of waiting for the other party to kill, it is better to strike first. He thought about it and decided to kill Wang Xiang first.
On this day, while the master was out on errands, he asked two little ghosts to bring the Thousand-faced Ghost attached to Wang Xianggan's back. The two little devils were fed by two drops of his blood, and their Taoism has already exceeded two hundred years. Although the Thousand-faced Ghost was melted and devoured by the fusion and devouring of thousands of grievances, he was extremely hostile, but he was not the opponent of the little devils and was easily taken into the room. , pressed to the ground.
He gathers thousands of resentments, only knows revenge, but has no clear and independent thinking ability. He didn't dare to resist the kid, and when he saw the young man sitting at the top, he suddenly started to attack, and the thousands of big mouths all let out a sharp howl. Youshu didn't dodge, only threw a slap in the face when he approached.
Hearing a crisp sound of "pop", the Thousand-Faced Ghost was knocked several feet away, and a slap with purple flames was branded on one of the Thousand-Faced Ghost's cheeks, and it gradually spread. His arrogance disappeared immediately, and he wailed and burrowed to the ground, but was grabbed by the ankles of the two little devils and pulled it out.
"Howling, howling, the lord has something to ask you." The boy also threw a crisp slap, knocking the Thousand-faced Ghost to the ground, and then swung a yin wind and cut off the face that was about to burn out.
Losing a face, the Thousand-Faced Ghost turned out to be a lot more honest, curled himself into a ball, hid on the beam and shivered. At such a young age, this mortal was even more terrifying than a Specter.
Youshu took a few steps forward, raised his head and said, "Would you like to take revenge?" As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he seemed to like asking this sentence recently.
The two little devils knew about his entanglement with the Wang family, and immediately said earnestly, "Sir, why do you need to trouble this little devil if you want to kill Wang Xiang, and we can do it for you."
"The injustice has the head and the debt has the owner, you just deal with Wang Tianyou, and when the great revenge has been avenged and the wish has been fulfilled, then reincarnate and reincarnate. You don't need to be under my control, and you don't need to commit murder for me." Youshu doesn't like to drive ghosts. Slave, he prefers them to leave the world with peace of mind like little novice monks. He does not owe others, and he will not let others owe him.
The two little ghosts burst into tears, and they felt more in their hearts. They wanted more and more for the young man's liver and brain, and they were about to show their loyalty again. The thousand-faced ghost on the beam arrogantly said, "Think, want revenge!" If they die, they want to drag Wang Xiang to hell. !
Thousands of echoes reverberated in the house, like thunder rushing through the ears. The two little ghosts were slightly uncomfortable, but Shu was not affected at all. Instead, they raised the corners of their lips and waved, "Then come and make a deal with me."