"Ghost, what's going on?!"
Zhang Xiaozhu asked the ghost anxiously in his heart. He was frightened by the rapid passing of life. He didn't want to die in such a confused way.
"I don't know either."
The ghost's answer made his heart sink, but he still asked hopefully: "Is there a way to escape?"
The ghost did not answer immediately, but was silent for a while before speaking: "Opening the Eye of Killing may be able to compete with it."
The ghost's voice was sad and heavy.
Zhang Xiaozhu didn't ask her why she was like this, because he knew the reason.
Last time, in order to save his master, he forcibly opened the ghost eyes in the underworld. As a result, he caused great harm to the ghost and made her sleep for nearly a year.
Now that the ghost has just refined three drops of Yin Essence, she can finally transform into another form, but she has not yet had time to transform once and enjoy the feeling of breathing freely.
If she were to forcefully open her ghost eyes now, it would be too cruel to her if she was harmed again, unable to transform, or even fell into a deep sleep again.
Zhang Xiaozu had already gotten the answer from the ghost spirit's heavy tone. If he forcibly opened the killing eye form of the ghost pupil, it would definitely cause great harm to the ghost spirit, so he fell into silence.
"snort!"
Suddenly a cold snort broke the dead silence, Feng Yuxiu broke free from the confinement, and slapped the young monk with a palm from the air.
The little monk suddenly turned his head to look at Feng Yuxiu, his blood-red eyes suddenly turned into a deathly gray, and he opened his mouth and let out a thunderous cry.
I saw that the big handprint Feng Yuxiu took was directly shattered by the young monk's voice. At the same time, Feng Yuxiu's body and the space around him suddenly lost color, turning into a dead gray white, and then cracked and shattered inch by inch.
"cough!"
Feng Yuxiu took Suning and fled a hundred feet away, coughing out a large mouthful of blood.
He looked at the little monk in horror, and couldn't help but feel that he had narrowly escaped death, because he felt that if he had escaped just a little slower, he would probably have died at this moment.
"What the hell is this?!" he couldn't help but curse.
In his eyes, the little monk was no longer a little monk, but a monster whose body was taken over by something terrifying.
"This is Buddhism's World-Destroying Bible and the Great Brahma's Thunder Sound Curse. There should be an extremely terrifying thing sealed in his body." The skeleton-shaped Grand Master Su came to Feng Yuxiu's side and looked solemnly at the sky above the Shao family.
Little monk.
"Does the imperial master have any way to deal with him?" Su Hanlin, who followed closely, asked.
The Imperial Master twirled his beard and pondered for a moment, then said: "Your Majesty and Eunuch, please give me a helping hand."
"Hurry up, they can't hold on any longer." Suning urged with a cry.
All the flowers, plants and trees in the Shao family's courtyard have withered, and the imprisoned people have shown their old faces, and some have even turned gray-haired and passed away.
"Amitabha!"
Suddenly a call of the Buddha came from the southern sky, and an old monk wearing a cassock, holding a rosary in one hand and a Zen staff in the other, with white beard and white eyebrows hanging down to his waist, stepped across the void.
"It's Old Zen Master Wanxiang." Su Hanlin looked at the old monk coming across the void and said with surprise and respect.
The national master's eyes fell on the old Zen Master Wanxiang, his expression was startled, and he said: "He has become a saint!"
Su Hanlin was shocked and then overjoyed when he heard this.
"die!"
"They all deserve to die!"
The young monk stared at the approaching old Zen Master Wanxiang with his dead eyes and shouted, seeming to be reasoning with the old Zen Master.
"Amitabha!"
The old Zen Master Wanxiang said the Buddha's name, and suddenly the Buddha's light burst out from the body of the old man, pouring towards the strange red light that filled the sky.
All the imprisoned people felt light all over and regained control of their bodies, but they were all extremely weak and collapsed on the ground unable to move.
The people floating in the air all fell to the ground, but the moment they landed, golden lotuses bloomed under them, supporting their falling bodies and allowing them to land safely.
The old Zen Master Wan Zhang recited Buddhist scriptures and walked towards the young monk step by step without stopping, but he walked slower and slower with each step, becoming more and more strenuous.
The young monk stared at him, his breath gradually becoming irritable.
Suddenly, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky, and a picture emerged.
In the first scene, there is a gray and dead silence between heaven and earth, as if all life in the world has been extinguished.
The second picture shows a ruined temple floating on a sea of blood.
The temple door collapsed, the plaque was broken and thrown into the weeds, and the Buddha statues in the main hall were tilted this way and that, covered with moss, and they no longer had any majesty.
The violent wind roared on the sea of blood, and the blood waves surged into the sky, raging against the lonely and dilapidated temple, as if they wanted to smash the temple to pieces and engulf it.
But every time he slaps, he will be blocked by a faint Buddha's light. It seems that the dilapidated temple still has a breath of life left and does not allow filth to infect the holy place.
In the third scene, the sea of blood almost submerged the ruined temple, leaving only a lonely main hall.
Just when the main hall couldn't stand it anymore, it made a creaking and trembling sound, and was about to be smashed to pieces by the waves of blood, a bald monk suddenly fell from the sky.
This monk was naked from the waist up, his face was covered with scars, and his appearance was very ferocious. He held a white and tender baby in his arms, wrapped in his monk's robes.
The baby didn't know whether he didn't know fear yet, or he felt a sense of security from the monk. He lay in the monk's arms and stared at the monk's ferocious face with his big black eyes. He didn't cry or fuss, and he wasn't afraid at all.
The monk placed the baby in the center of the hall, then straightened all the swaying Buddha statues, cleaned them, and painted them with gold paint.
The main hall suddenly bloomed with majestic Buddha light, and became extremely solid under the waves of blood. However, the sea of blood was boundless, and the solidity of the main hall was only temporary.
The baby seemed to be hungry and started to cry.
The monk walked over, picked it up, and took out a water bag from the void space. The water bag was filled with goat's milk. He carefully brought it to his mouth and fed the baby to drink.
When the baby stopped crying, the monk carried him to a Buddha statue and sat down cross-legged. He didn't know what he said silently, but a golden scripture suddenly appeared on the Buddha statue.
The monk used his hand seal to pull these golden scriptures from the Buddha statue and sealed them into the baby's body.
In the fourth picture, the monk has sealed all the scriptures on the Buddha statues into the baby's body. With a smile on his ferocious face, he picks up the baby and prepares to leave.
However, as soon as he flew into the air with the baby in his arms, he was slapped back by a wave of blood. His expression changed drastically, and he flew into the air again, only to be slapped back by the wave of blood again.
After several attempts failed, his expression became extremely solemn, he tied the baby on his back and pulled out a ring sword from the void space.
However, he tried his best and failed to break through the blood wave and rush out. Instead, he was hit by the blood wave and suffered serious internal injuries.
He returned to the main hall with the baby in his arms.
The baby was so hungry that he cried, but the goat milk prepared by the monk had been finished. In desperation, the monk cut his fingertips and fed the baby with his own blood.
In the fifth scene, the main hall finally failed to hold up and collapsed with a roar. The surging waves of blood immediately swallowed it up, including the monk holding the baby.
In the sixth picture, the sun is bright and cloudless, and a yellow-robed monk is wandering in the mountains and forests.
The yellow-robed monk walked to the foot of a mountain stream and squatted by the stream to drink water to quench his thirst. Suddenly, a faint cry of a baby came to his ears.
Curious, he followed the cry and found that it was coming from the cave behind the Luoshui Falls.
He stood in front of the waterfall and shouted several times, but no one answered behind the waterfall, and the baby's cries gradually became louder and louder. He felt concerned, so he rushed behind the waterfall, only to find that the cave behind the waterfall was very deep.
He groped forward one foot at a time, as if he noticed that something was strange. He stopped several times, but the shrill cry of the baby made him pick up the steps again.
Finally, he reached the end of the cave, and was so frightened by what he saw that his hair stood on end and his face turned pale.
At the end of the cave, blood light filled the air, illuminating a small space measuring one foot square.
There was a pool of blood on the ground. In the pool of blood sat a pair of withered bones. In the arms of the withered bones was a baby. The sad cry came from the baby's opening and closing mouth.
The baby seemed to hear the footsteps of the yellow-robed monk, and actually stopped crying and turned to look at the yellow-robed monk. A pair of scarlet eyes scared the yellow-robed monk into goosebumps.
The yellow-robed monk felt the extreme evil from the baby, and suddenly raised the long stick in his hand to kill the baby, but the baby suddenly raised his chubby little hand, holding a rosary in his hand.
"Amitabha! Sin! Sin!"
The yellow-robed monk was awakened by the rosary beads in the baby's hand, and he blamed himself and repented for his reckless thoughts of murder.
He recited Buddhist scriptures silently to clear away the fear in his heart, then stepped into the blood pool, held the baby's head with one hand and the baby's butt with the other, and picked him up from the withered arms.
The baby was soft and warm in his hands, and it touched the softest part of the yellow-robed monk's heart. He carefully took the baby into his arms.
The baby squirmed in his arms, and then actually grinned.
"Amitabha!"
The yellow-robed monk was immediately warmed by the baby's smile, and he grinned back at the baby with a heart-warming smile.
His smile seemed to cleanse away the evil from the baby, and the scarlet color in the baby's eyes quickly receded, turning back into a pair of big, watery, dark eyes.
"Haha——" The yellow-robed monk laughed happily.
Then he took off his monk's robe and wrapped the baby, temporarily putting it aside and freeing his hands to fish out the dead bones from the pool of blood.
When he fished out many Buddhist beads and Zen sticks from beside the withered skeleton, he realized that the withered skeleton was that of a sitting monk.
He took the baby and the monk's remains out of the cave, found a beautiful place to bury the monk, and then left with the baby.
In the seventh picture, the yellow-robed monk is teaching a young monk with fine features to recite sutras in the Zen room. The young monk is very smart and can understand it after listening a few times.
The little monk gradually grew up under the careful care and guidance of the yellow-robed monk, and his eyebrows gradually opened, and he was clearly the little monk.
The next scenes are all scenes of young monks chanting sutras and chanting Buddha in Babao Mountain, carrying water and ringing bells.
In the eighth scene, the young monk came down the mountain and saw the miserable scene of the southern land being devastated by drought and starving to death. He burst into tears and cried in grief.
Then the little monk experienced an even more cruel war.
Corpses littered the fields, blood flowed into rivers, and the young monk's fair face was stained red with blood.
The figures of Zhang Xiaozu, Niu Dawa and Zhou Jianlai appeared in the picture, which was the fierce battle with the rebels outside the south gate of Yancheng.
Then there was a carefree day in Yaxuan, where the little monk stole wine, drank and ate meat.
Zhang Xiaozu couldn't help but laugh when he saw these pictures.
Then, the young monk traveled to the south and tried his best to help the people who were devastated by drought and war, but his strength alone was too weak to help a few people.
In the end, he fainted from hunger and passed out on the roadside.
When he woke up, he was lying on a dilapidated cart. A thin girl in shabby clothes and a gray face was pulling him on the cart and walking north along the bumpy official road.
It was this girl who saved him and prepared to take him north to escape the drought and war, and escape the hell on earth in the south.
This girl is none other than Tang Wan.
This chapter has been completed!