There are more than a dozen nameless and ownerless old tombs in the Xishan Mountain of Xiangjiatun. These old tombs are very ordinary, only a few tens of centimeters high and half a meter wide. There are no monuments in front of the tombs and they are covered with weeds. They look like they were buried.
They were piled up randomly, and no one had taken care of them for who knows how many years.
No one knows when these old tombs appeared. It has been more than a hundred years since the ancestors of Xiangjiatun moved them here. The old tombs have been here since then. After all these years, they are still the same as when they were discovered before.
Just the same, desolate and lonely piles of them piled there.
Late at night, the old Taoist and the monk who left Xiangque's house came to the grave. The old Taoist looked at the monk with some complaints and said: "Do you think you did it on purpose? Did you do it on purpose? You old bald donkey is such a thief, knowing that
Something will happen to the old grave in the next two years, and the contents inside will no longer be able to be contained, you thief
Tu actually started to practice closed-mouth meditation the year before last, and he has been practicing it for twenty years. Oh my gosh, you made my head buzz with anger. If it weren’t for the fact that you have no hair on your head, I would definitely give it a slap.
The sun's fire has burned your head, I must let you know what it means to have the sun shining in the sky."
The old monk glanced at him indifferently and said nothing. The old Taoist continued to talk: "There is no normal monk in your Xuankong Temple. You have been practicing silent meditation for twenty years without opening your mouth. Your junior brother has been practicing hard meditation for fifteen years.
There is no place to go, and there is a bald donkey who has been wandering around for thirty years without knowing where he died. Who do you want me to find to partner with me to suppress these old graves? Traitors, cheap monks, Xuankong Temple is full of cunning people
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The old Taoist was chattering, jumping up and cursing angrily, but the old monk next to him just kept silent. In the end, he even closed his eyes and stopped looking at him.
The old Taoist mooted for ten minutes, then looked up at the sky and muttered: "Kwai Shi, forget it, let you clear your ears and get down to business quickly, and what else...shut your mouth and don't open your mouth"
, will your power be greatly reduced if you recite scriptures?
Damn, don’t fool me, Bald Donkey. If you can’t suppress the old grave today, it will be even more troublesome later, not to mention the village next to it. All life in this area will be devastated. Can you give me a sure idea?
?If you can’t do it, I’ll have to spend all my money.”
The old monk then opened his eyes and nodded, walked to the middle of the old graves, sat cross-legged, took off a string of rosary beads from his neck, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes again.
The old Taoist sighed and said: "If I knew that you practiced closed-mouth meditation the year before last, I would take you to Tibetan Tantric Buddhism to learn the ventriloquism of those lamas. It would be much better than humming with your mouth closed."
After seeing the old monk sit down, the old Taoist immediately became calm, waved his hand and threw out thirteen talismans from his robe. Those talismans rose out of thin air, as if they had eyes, and quickly flew to the thirteen tombs and clung to them tightly.
On top of the grave.
Just after those talisman papers were pasted on the grave, a dark cloud quickly formed over the old grave and enveloped the entire mountain forest. The old Taoist made a series of obscure spells with his hands and spat out a series of obscure spells from his mouth.
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"A roll of divine light mantra appears in the sky. When you recite the golden light mantra, all the gods will give their hands. The Xuanzong of heaven and earth, the root of all things, have cultivated for hundreds of millions of kalpas and proven my magical powers. Within and outside the three realms, only the Tao is supreme..."
"As the mantra came out of the old Taoist mouth, the dark clouds in the sky became thicker.
The monk sitting cross-legged in the old tomb quickly turned the beads in his hand, and his tightly closed mouth began to frequently pop out the syllables of Buddhist scriptures. The Buddhist scriptures actually jumped out of thin air. The old monk's mouth
Every time he uttered a syllable, a cloud of golden mist suddenly appeared in front of him, and then floated to the talisman above the tomb and slowly rotated.
At this time, the dark clouds were getting lower and lower, and when they seemed to be pressing down on the branches of the trees on the mountain, more than a dozen old tombs suddenly began to surge violently.
Thirteen old tombs surged at the same time. The soil on the tombs was as close to boiling water as it was boiling. It seemed that there were signs of exploding at any time. The talismans on the tombs also flickered as if they were about to be destroyed at any time.
Signs of opening.
"Can't I suppress you? You have only been a spirit for a few hundred years. Although we are not as good as you when it comes to Taoism, but when it comes to means, we at Gujing Temple and Xuankong Temple will fight you, and you are just a small Taoist." The old Taoist stopped chanting the mantra, his lips
He bit the tip of his tongue, took a deep breath and squirted out violently. A stream of essence and blood was sprayed onto the talismans pressed on the old tombs: "Determine it for me!"
As the boiling soil rolled over, the talisman, as if it weighed a thousand pieces of gold, was pressed flatly on the grave. The old grave, which seemed to be about to explode, gradually began to calm down and was no longer as violent as before.
"Bald Donkey, I'm going to recite the Great Heavenly Thunder Curse." The old Taoist suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it out of thin air. The dark clouds that were originally floating in the sky were actually sucked in by him with his wave of hands and surrounded him. The old Taoist couldn't see the dark clouds clearly.
There were spells inside: "The guards of the three realms, the five emperors are welcoming, the gods are paying homage, the thunder is used, the ghosts and demons are frightened, the spirits are dead, there are thunderbolts inside, the thunder god is hidden, the wisdom of the cave is clear, the five energy is soaring, the golden light appears quickly
, protect the real person. Be as urgent as the law."
"Boom, boom, boom..."
There was a thunder in the clouds, and the dark clouds that originally enveloped Lao Dao slowly divided into thirteen parts, and then floated above the tomb.
With a loud "click" sound, lightning flashed, and a thunderbolt hit thirteen old tombs.
At the same time, the monk sitting cross-legged in the middle of the old tomb suddenly waved his hand. After the rosary beads in his hand were thrown into the air, the rosary beads suddenly exploded, and then the rosary beads began to scatter in all directions and hit the thirteen graves.
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"Puff, puff, puff..." There were thirteen muffled sounds in total.
"Jie..." After the Buddha beads entered the tomb, there was a scream that was so shrill that it could pierce people's eardrums. It resounded thousands of miles away and woke up all the villagers who were sleeping peacefully in Xiangjiatun not far away.
, hurriedly ran out of the house and looked to the west.
The thunder disappeared, the dark clouds suddenly dispersed, and the forest returned to its original state, as if the scene before had never happened.
The old Taoist sat on the ground and wiped cold sweat, and said: "The last time I suppressed it, it was not so strenuous. I didn't expect that this time everything inside would burst out of the ground and I could no longer suppress it. Hey... This is it
Heaven's way, no matter what back-up plan is laid between one drink and one peck, one can't escape Heaven's calculations. It seems that the little guy haunted by hundreds of ghosts is the solution in the end."
The old monk in the tomb stood up, walked to the old Taoist, took out a jar from his cassock and handed it over.
The old Taoist did not reach out to take the jar, but put his hands together and recited Amitabha very respectfully and said: "This is the ashes of Master Mingjing, right? The master has passed away, and his merits are immeasurable. What a good thing!"