The dead girl returned to the underworld before dawn. The ghost servants would sign in sooner or later. These are all rules that are made indirectly with humans.

I discussed with Lao Cao that these disciples were in a panic and Xiao Ludao was in a bad mood. He asked him to stay in Weinan with everyone for a while, waiting for me to come back from Mount Wutai before looking for the Ghost King. Lao Cao was really fooled. He didn't see the little Jiujiu in my heart, so he agreed to stay in Weinan with Nie Min, big mouth Rong, and Chen Hanyan.

Originally, Xiao Ying was left behind, but this girl was so smart. She could see through her buddy's conspiracy at first sight and sneered: "Why, I'm tired of staying with me, do you want to go to Wutai Mountain alone with Sister Ning to relax? If I make the words clear, I will never be a light bulb."

This made me sweat coldly on my forehead. If you tell lies, I will be found sooner or later. It really responded to her guess. I went on a "vacation" with the dead girl. In desperation, I had to continue making up lies with everyone, take Xiao Ying to Wutai Mountain, and go home to take a look. I haven't been home for a long time, for fear that my parents will worry.

After worshiping in front of Mr. Xiao’s grave, we went down the mountain. Lao Cao and everyone went to Weinan. Xiao Ying and I went straight to Xi’an. This time the trip was very tight and I didn’t plan to go home. What should I do if my mother urged her to get married again?

On the way, Xiao Ying gritted her teeth and asked, "Are I hiding something from her? Under this girl's sharp eyes, do you dare not confess, so she told me everything. Xiao Ying was very unhappy after hearing this. No matter what purpose it was, the dead girl and I went to "relax" alone. This made me a little depressed. She had never been jealous of such things before, and now she would always be jealous of some dry jealous from time to time?"

Not only her, but also the dead girl. Is there a crack between them? It seems that no, they met well, but only in the matter between the three of us, it is easy to have unhappiness.

Alas, a woman’s heart is really a needle under the sea.

Take a plane from Xi'an to Taiyuan, and then take a bus to Wutai Mountain. Time was very tight. Before dark, we arrived at the foot of the mountain. Going up the mountain in the dark was common for us. We had a hurry to eat and then went up the mountain. I just don't know if the old monk Wuchen was on the mountain and the ruined temple that I burned was rebuilt?

When we arrived at the dilapidated temple, we were disappointed. The ruins were still there and there was no more construction. We both had no idea. The old monk Wuchen had already seen the dragon but the tail. The dilapidated temple was gone, so it was even more difficult to find him.

While sitting on the stone and feeling worried, a soft voice sounded from behind: "Amitabha, the two donors have been waiting for a long time!"

We were shocked, and quickly turned our heads, turned on the flashlight and saw that the old monk Wuchen was wearing a gray monk's robe, standing a few feet away.

"You ghost, you don't even have a sound when you come over. Will you be scary to speak so suddenly?" I said unhappy.

The old monk smiled slightly, his old face looked particularly kind, and he only heard him say, "Are you still afraid of ghosts? You are so righteous, and ghosts are afraid of you."

Xiao Ying stood up, bowed to the old monk, and asked, "Master, why hasn't the temple been rebuilt? Is it not enough money for incense? We can donate it."

I quickly grabbed her hand and thought to myself that it would not cost at least one or eight hundred thousand to build a temple on the mountain. Should we donate all the money? What to eat and drink in the future? I smiled and said, "Master, you have no need to worry about building a temple. Master, we are here to find you this time..."

Before I could finish my speech, the old monk Wuchen chanted Amitabha Buddha and said, "I have known your purpose for a long time. Zhuo Yalam's story moved the world, but he turned into a demon and could never enter the cycle of reincarnation. This oil lamp was washed away by Buddhism and was able to be its destination and a place forever."

The old monk is still so awesome. We didn't say anything. He calculated everything, which made those who claim to be a magician who were ashamed and ashamed?

I took out the oil lamp wrapped tightly with yellow talismans from my bag and said, "We dare not collect it as a destination. Master, please help us collect it. Put it under the Buddha statue to suppress it."

The old monk smiled and shook his head: "All evils need to be resolved, and suppression is the choice of the subordinates. The stone demon was once banned by a Taoist master. If it weren't for beheading the Ghost King, wouldn't he have to be reborn?"

He had no intention of taking away the hot potato, so I said with a bitter face: "That master can't resolve it, and we don't have the ability. Master, please give me a clear path."

The old monk stared at the oil lamp and said, "You know very well that this thing will be good when it encounters good, and when it encounters evil, it will be evil. If you want to resolve the resentment in it, you must use your kindness to do it."

"Master, you won't let me carry this thing with you for the rest of my life, right?" The guy couldn't help but be stunned.

"It may not be enough for a lifetime, a moment, an hour, or a day." The old monk turned around and left after he said that.

I'll leave. Why are you in a hurry to leave before you finished speaking? I hurriedly chased after you and asked, "Master, please explain it clearly. How can I use my kindness to resolve its resentment?"

"Everything is illusory! Realm is born from the heart, and things are turned into the heart..." The old monk said, and instantly drifted away three feet away, making the buddies think they were confused, and then disappeared into the vast night with their figure.

I rubbed my eyes, it was OK, I couldn't even see a shadow. His bodywork was no less than Xiao Lu. I admire you very much, but the nonsense I left just now, I want to slap you, what an illusion, my heart is born? Can you speak well? Tell me clearly that you will die? Old bald donkey!

Given the anger in my buddy's heart, fortunately he did not rebuild the temple, otherwise he would not have burned it again.

Xiao Ying looked at the old monk disappearing in a daze. I went back and pushed her, and said unhappily: "Don't think about it, the old bald donkey is just fooling us. I guess I'm still angry about burning his doghouse for me. Now I'm not helping, so I let us run around with a time bomb."

"Don't think nonsense. I think what Master Wuchen said makes sense. Buddhism requires careful understanding. I realized his meaning and wanted to influence Zhuoyalam with your good thoughts. From his eyes, I guessed something else." Xiao Ying said.

"Did you see eye booze in his eyes?" I asked seriously.

Xiao Ying almost fainted: "I asked, can you stop being so vulgar, okay? I realized from his eyes that the oil lamp is useful to us, and we must let us conquer it in person and use it for our own use."

This made my eyes lit up and said, "The old bald donkey might have guessed that we were going to find the Ghost King, which is also the most critical moment. Maybe only the oil lamp can help us subdue him. If you want to say that, the old bald donkey is still in good intentions."

Xiao Ying twisted my arm with his lips tense: "Respect the master, don't slap a bald donkey at once, okay?"

I rubbed the wounded place and smiled bitterly, "Are you planning to be a nun when you are so directed at him?"

"I became a nun. Will you and Sister Ning wander among the yin and yang carefree?"
Chapter completed!