A young monk, holding a lantern, came over calmly.
When he came to Hou Zi, he put the lantern on the ground and looked at Hou Zi carefully, feeling a little annoyed.
"Young monk, it's too late!"
Hou Zi laughed and said, "It's not unnecessary at all. I still need the protection of the master!"
The young monk closed his eyes and sat cross-legged in silence, obviously not wanting to talk to this guy from the Quanzhen Sect. He was here to save people, but he didn't expect that he had his own abilities and didn't need his mercy.
The country of Yan does not prevent other Taoist monks from entering. In the Splendid Continent, practitioners can come and go freely. Therefore, in places like Yinling, there are many bull noses who can eliminate demons and protect the Tao, and are compassionate monks, or because of their skills.
Practitioners who need to come here to collect ghosts,
This is also the reason why ordinary people can basically survive even if the Quanzhen Sect does not deploy too much power here.
Coming to Yinling is a kind of spiritual practice in itself.
Seeing that the young monk obviously didn't want to talk much, Hou Zixian was very bored and said, "The monk is already here, why don't you conquer the demons and protect the way?"
The young monk did not open his eyes, "All lives are births, and all sufferings are sufferings. Just live in peace and have nothing to do. The dawn will disappear on its own, so why bother to be aggressive?"
"Then you keep it and harm those defenseless mortals? There is really no limit to the compassion of Buddhism!"
As Hou Zi spoke, he threw the torch in his hand at the ghosts not far away. This throw immediately overturned a hornet's nest.
The little monk's lantern has a certain ability to frighten ghosts and monsters, which comes from the original power of salvation in Buddhism. With his arrival, the ghosts and ghosts are about to stop, but they did not expect this provocation...
The little monk is not yet a big monk, and the power of salvation in the lantern is limited. Once the ghosts lose their minds, they will ignore this shallow layer of suppression.
As soon as the ghosts and ghosts swarmed up, the monsters were not to be outdone. Their idea was very simple. When one person is alone, it is difficult to separate. Who takes more bites and who takes less? With two people, it is simple.
Monsters prefer young monks with tender skin and tender meat, which are delicious and not clogging their teeth; ghosts prefer Quanzhen Taoists, whose spiritual power makes them salivate... Each has his own preferences and needs.
"You are so rude!"
The young monk no longer chanted the name of the Buddha. He jumped up and took out a sword from nowhere. He waved it wide and wide, showing great power!
Similar to Hou Zi's current state of mind, although there are countless Buddhist mystical techniques, but limited to his state of power, this Jie Dao is the most effective in a real fight!
Hou Tzu held a sword in his hand, lightly spitting out the energy of the sword, flashing and moving, and the sword's blade moved extremely accurately, never leaving the vital points of the ghosts, one sword strike at a time, never more than a second strike.
How to kill souls and the like is a technical job! All souls have the instinct to hide. They will hide the soul essence in the place they think is safest. Some are in the head, some in the chest, and some are relatively small.
The cunning ones are hidden in inconspicuous places such as hands, feet and even buttocks.
Moreover, it can also constantly change the position of the soul spirits. This requires the monks to have enough judgment and be able to find their vital points at a glance, otherwise they will only be able to kill Lonely with one sword strike.
To deal with this kind of ghosts, the most useful thing is actually spells. If you throw a large-covering fire spell over, you don't have to look for the ghosts' weak points at all?
A ruler has its shortcomings and an inch has its advantages. Both the Ji Sword and the Magic Sword have their own merits in application. We cannot just say which one is better and which one is not good.
Hou Zi kills quickly, and the young monk chops down not too slowly. How can the monsters and ghosts gathered in the wilderness have high-level existences? It seems that the two of them are very brave, and they are foreign objects that are indescribable to ordinary people.
They fell down one after another, achieving the experience of two people.
Soon, all the ghosts were slaughtered, and all the monsters were killed. Hou Zi licked his lips with unfinished content,
"Young monk, your sword skills are quite good."
The young monk's face was ashen. This was not the battle he expected. Such killings were meaningless. They could neither truly eliminate them nor achieve any purpose. They were just killing to stop killings.
He picked up the lantern and turned around to leave. He didn't want to stay with this killer.
"What do you call the young monk? Thank you for your help. I haven't even thanked you yet."
The monk took a few steps, turned around and said seriously: "The poor monk holds a lamp to burn himself and illuminate the meaning of others!"
Hou Zi bowed his head sternly, "What a great ambition, I admire you!"
The lantern-carrying monk wanted to say a few more words, but seeing the indifferent look on the Demon Sect disciple's face, he knew that it would be in vain. He had not fought a tough battle, so why not start another verbal battle?
Seeing the young monk walking away, Hou Zi nodded. He was a Buddhist practitioner with great faith, but his ideals seemed a bit wandering?
If you want to illuminate others, you must first illuminate yourself!
The monk's philosophy is too taken for granted. If these ghosts and monsters had no ill intentions, they would not gather here. If it weren't for the lantern, they would have rushed up long ago. How can we say that everything is safe?
Forgiving evil is a crime against ordinary people. Beautiful ideals will always be shattered by reality. Only a young monk who grows up in a deep temple and is not concerned about the world will think so. When he becomes a great monk, he will naturally understand what Buddhism is.
Angry, as long as he can survive to that day.
But he did not lure the ghosts to educate the monks. He has always had an idea, that is, since the souls outside are souls and the souls in the Zifu vortex are also souls, is there some kind of mutual conversion between them?
Possible?
At the stone gate, he eliminated three ghosts. He didn't feel anything. Maybe the ghosts were too weak? Or the number was too small? So he wanted to take this opportunity to kill a large number of people to see what happened. For this reason, he kept
The mysterious vortex of Zi Mansion is to facilitate the conversion of souls between two places...
However, there was no conversion, nothing appeared, and his guess failed.
It's just an experiment, so it doesn't matter. If he can really absorb the energy of these ghosts to strengthen himself, he may not be willing to do it.
After this battle, the surroundings became much quieter, and no monsters or ghosts bothered him anymore. In this sense, these things also knew how to bully the weak and fear the strong.
In the early morning, after finishing morning lessons, I untied the reins and put on the saddle, ready to set off; I lightly lifted the horse and circled around the big locust tree, looking in a certain direction.
"Morning class may be your only chance, why not give it a try?"
A very strange voice came from the grass, as if it was holding something in its mouth. It had a strange voice, just like the voice of a foreigner learning to speak the mainland language.
"I'm afraid I'll die if I dare to try..."
Hou Zi immediately said: "Now that you have turned into Henggu, I will teach you to be a good boy. What is the most important thing to survive in this world?"
"What is it?"
"You have to take sides! If you take the wrong side, all your efforts will be in vain!"
After saying that, he didn't even look at what was in the grass, just turned his horse's head and walked away.
After a long time, a yellow squirrel spirit carefully revealed its head from another patch of grass...
Taking sides? That makes sense!
But the problem is that he is a demon, where can he stand? This man talks so strangely!
Licking his mouth, he realized that he was too careful and might actually eat this guy!
...The fields of Yin are shining brightly, and the essence is not lonely. If you know how to worship yourself, how can you use food to become a monster?
