Qin Liuxi looked at an old monk sitting in front of an oil lamp with some astonishment. His appearance was almost exactly the same as that of Zhi Chang who was drinking and eating meat outside.
It's just that the person in front of me looks very old and vicissitudes of life. The other person is sitting on the hay, with a thin quilt folded behind him. He has a hunched back and coughs from time to time. Moreover, he has merit but also has karma, which is very contradictory.
Next to the old monk, there are three or four other monks who are also burdened with karma, not fate, but with the karma of fate.
Everyone looked depressed, their clothes were old and wrinkled, their hands were chapped, and their fingernails were black, hiding dirt and dirt.
Qin Liuxi looked at a large bamboo basket in front of the shack, which contained some earthy-smelling soil. Next to the shack, there was a mud house, with rows of shelves inside containing some pinched and painted evil Buddha statues.
Qin Liuxi narrowed his eyes, so these Buddha statues were made by the monks in front of him?
Is this where their karma comes from?
The old monk seemed to feel something. He raised his head and looked in the direction of Qin Liuxi and said, "But an expert is here?"
His cloudy old eyes raised in prayer, could it be that the Buddha's guidance is now, is there a kind person who will save them from suffering, is this person hiding in the dark?
Several monks were a little puzzled. They looked along his line of sight, but saw nothing. Their hearts sank slightly. Was the host sick enough to have hallucinations?
The old monk was very excited and moved a few steps with his hands on the ground.
Yes, move.
Qin Liuxi's pupils shrank, he removed his invisibility charm, and revealed his figure.
Except for the old monk, everyone else gasped.
Is this a human or a ghost?
"Master." The old monk clearly saw Qin Liuxi's appearance and the golden light of merit all over his body. His tense heartstrings completely relaxed and tears fell down. He was definitely a good man who saved people in distress.
"Old Master." The monks around him persuaded him one after another, but they didn't stand up and moved over with support.
Qin Liuxi's eyes were sharp and she stepped forward. Her tall and thin figure entered the shack and cast a long shadow under the light of the oil lamp. She glanced at the old monk's robe and squatted down: "You are Master Zhicheng."
What?"
The old monk was stunned for a moment and nodded: "The poor monk's name is Zhicheng. He has met the master."
"Don't call me an expert. I am a disciple of Qingpingguan. I don't ask for a name." Qin Liuxi looked at his legs: "Your legs?"
Master Zhicheng's hands shook, and he lifted up his monk's robe, exposing his legs. There was nothing under the knees of his trousers, which was obviously gone.
Qin Liuxi pursed his lips and looked at several monks. All of them had lifted up their robes and their trouser legs were either long or short and all were broken.
laugh.
There was a fire in her eyes, which was anger.
Qin Liuxi suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "Did that Zhicheng outside do it?"
Zhicheng said: "Yes."
"Can you tell me what's going on?"
A monk went outside to get a broken earthen pot, two pottery bowls, and poured two bowls of water, one for Qin Liuxi and one for the old monk.
Outsiders say that Nanwu Temple was begged by Zhicheng and the wealthy businessman and his wife, and it is indeed true. He personally supervised the construction and built Namo Temple in Zhuangzi, and began to welcome pilgrims to worship Buddha and accept disciples.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. A vicious disciple came to Nanmo Temple. His name was Hui Quan. He looked 80% similar to Zhicheng. He was very intelligent and extremely talented in understanding Buddhism. Because of his similar appearance, Zhicheng accepted him.
As a direct disciple.
Zhicheng came here to preach Buddhism. Once he accepted his direct disciples, who were also diligent and intelligent, he devoted himself to opening a Dharma altar and giving lectures. The various matters in the temple were handed over to Hui Quan. In the past few years, he came one after another.
Several disciples took refuge, and these disciples were completely wise and followed.
This year, Hui Quan also found a Buddha statue from nowhere, which he called the Holy Buddha. He wanted to enshrine it in a side hall and receive incense and incense from believers.
However, Zhicheng had never heard that there was a holy Buddha, and he saw that the Buddha statue had an unspeakable evil aura. Naturally, he was unwilling to do so, but Hui Quan refused to listen. In June, he insisted on leaving the holy Buddha.
Not to mention the side hall, he tried his best to praise the miraculous effects of the Holy Buddha to the pilgrims, and even pinched a lot of small Buddha statues and placed them in it for the pilgrims to take away and worship.
Zhicheng was greatly dissatisfied, but before he could deal with Hui Quan, the other party drugged him and several monks who were not bewitched by him, and then moved him to the valley to imprison him.
It was only when we arrived here that Zhicheng realized that the other party controlled the temple and had secretly visited Chencang a long time ago. On the pretext of repairing the side hall, he built a secret passage there and in the valley.
After imprisoning them, Hui Quan transformed into him.
"You are imprisoned here just to pinch the evil Buddha statue?" Qin Liuxi looked at the basket of soil with disgust: "Where did you use the soil?"
Zhicheng said: "I didn't know you could see a corpse pit when you came here? The soil over there is used to hide the yin and bring evil spirits. Buddha statues cut out of such soil have been worshiped by pilgrims for a long time, and naturally they are also tainted with the yin energy.
He also has a vicious heart, and if he is tempted by hints again, he can do anything, including committing suicide and offering sacrifice."
As he spoke, he looked at his dirty hands and said, "And these sins have been committed by this poor monk with his own hands, and he will not be able to repay them even if he dies."
The young monk said bitterly: "Master, if Hui Quan hadn't been forced by those people, you wouldn't be willing to join in."
He looked at the wooden house further away, his eyes pitiful and sad.
"That's right, the evil thief Hui Quan even had our legs broken because he was afraid that we would escape." Another man touched his empty broken leg, biting his gums and said, "He will go to hell."
"No wonder I see that they are clean and have no karma. It turns out it's all your fault." Qin Liuxi sneered.
"These Buddha statues are sinister and seducing people's minds. If anything happens to the pilgrims because of them, it will naturally be on us because they were pinched out from our hands. But they didn't touch anything and only worshiped the Buddha outside. Naturally,
clean."
Qin Liuxi asked again: "Where did the corpses in the corpse pit in front come from?"
"Some are people who dug secret tunnels, some were captured women who died, and some were found from yizhuang or mass graves and dumped there."
Qin Liuxi asked in surprise: "Why do you take corpses from other places to fill the corpse pit?"
"The first is to cultivate Yin soil and corpse insects, and the second is to refine Yin evil spirits. Even those holy Buddha statues will be stored there for a while in order to have stronger Yin energy." Zhicheng closed his eyes slightly, his old face a little unbearable.
have no choice.
Qin Liuxi's face turned green. What kind of evil valley is this? What do the evil cultivators behind it want to do?
"What do the captured women do? Is it also done by Zhicheng and the others?"
Just as Zhicheng was about to reply, a shrill scream and calls for help came from the wooden house on the mountain.
