Chapter 166 Cutting down mountains and destroying temples
The gray clouds in the night sky silently covered up half of the crescent moon, leaving only the low whisper of the howling wind in the monastery at the foot of the mountain.
Woohoo——
It seems that there are countless innocent souls lingering in the mountains, forests, and cliffs around Lingyun Temple, whistling and crying at the monks and Yuejie barbarians inside.
There are more than a hundred monks in the courtyard. They are distributed in the four corners of the temple along with the heads of each hall. They sit together, playing Buddha beads, knocking wooden fish, and reciting exorcism scriptures with their lips quickly. On the bell tower, several monks surround the bronze Buddha.
One person swung the bell and hit the wood, hitting the bell body engraved with Buddhist scriptures heavily.
Boom!
The bells echoed, and the Buddhist power surrounding Lingyun Temple became stronger and stronger, glowing with a faint golden light, blocking the howling wind outside the temple.
On the winding mountain road, the oxcart clanked and clanked. The white mist gradually dissipated, revealing Chen Yuan's figure. He looked at the Lingyun Temple in front of him, shrouded in Buddha power. He raised his sleeves and saw wooden boards flying in the carriage.
Go out and build a Dharma altar.
The crazy old man counted out a stick of incense, blew it, and handed it to his apprentice excitedly. He also placed the wooden carvings of Zhong Kui, Wuchang, an ox head, a horse face, and gold and silver on the table as an offering.
"Get up the altar!"
Chen Yuan pointed her fingers together, and a pair of white candles standing on the incense burner lit up the flames.
Lingyun Temple is shrouded by the power of Buddha, and it is obviously troublesome to use heroes to break it. Although Senluo Temple is a place of yin energy, both are yin gods, and they can restrain each other.
A thought about life and death causes heaven and earth to spin...
Orders to the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth are sent up to the sky by burning incense, writing talismans and driving hundreds of spirits...
One spirit brings happiness to all living beings, two fingers fall to enlightenment, and three prayers to the heavenly king to take my orders...
Chen Yuan recited the magic formula and wiped the top of it along the long incense with her fingers. It brought up sparks of fire without feeling the heat. The moment before inserting the white candle, the sinister wind blew even more fiercely.
From left to right, the eyes of Zhong Kui and other wood carvings glowed with a faint green light.
The dark wind that swept through Lingyun Temple seemed to have turned into reality. The wind that could be seen with the naked eye carried traces of black air, curling up and hovering in the night sky outside the temple.
At this time, in the temple, the barbarian priest kept looking around. Outside the howling wind in his ears, there were women in the carriage crying and shouting. This made him irritated. He raised his hand and slapped the carriage and yelled at them in Yue Jie language.
There was a sound, and then it stopped for a moment.
After it became quiet for a while, I could vaguely hear the gusts of wind and the chanting of mantras.
Four manifestations of various changes...
...The five pure mortal hearts ask God to come down...
The words of the mantra gradually became blurred with the cold wind, and the speed of speaking became extremely fast, turning into a "buzzing" noise that came from all directions.
In the Xiangyun main hall of the temple, the wise old monk knocked on the golden bowl. The sound of "ding" shook away the fear and auditory hallucinations in everyone's hearts. However, in just two breaths, the sound of the mantra resounded again.
Following the sound: "The divine power of Lingzhuan, show the Dharma -" it was loud and loud in the night sky.
In the dark night above Lingyun Temple, the gloomy wind gathers, revealing several huge half-length shadows, wearing official hats and red robes, holding demonic swords; the gold and silver generals hold shackles in their hands, menacing and terrifying; black and white, impermanent and weird smiles, pitch-black iron
The chain twisted and the soul-destroying club waved; to the southwest, the bull's head raised its horns high and roared with a steel fork. On the side, the steel mane flew, and the horse wearing armor and holding a mace neighed and screamed.
In an instant, they all looked down at Lingyun Temple, which was shrouded in the power of Buddha.
At the altar of monks occupying the four corners of the temple, each monk looked ugly, and the scriptures he recited gradually became less smooth. The strings of beads he fiddled with broke one after another, and countless beads fell to the ground.
The wooden fish that was being knocked was broken into two pieces with the mallet in an instant, or the wooden fish was directly broken. The monks looked at the broken magic weapon in front of them in horror.
"how so?!"
"Those are the Yin gods?"
While the frightened words were whispered, in the night sky above, Zhong Kui's Dharma image opened his mouth and sprayed out, and a black air instantly hit the faint Buddha's light.
The next moment, the monks spurted out a mouthful of blood. For a moment, the four corners of the altar in the temple were filled with blood mist among the monks who gathered to chant sutras. They remained seated and passed away on the spot. Some of them stumbled out and fell to the ground within a few steps, their faces changed.
Twisted and dead.
The faint power of Buddha suddenly weakened a bit. The wise old monk in Xiangyun Hall stopped moving his lips and stopped chanting sutras. He looked at the kind and solemn Buddha statue on the lotus platform in front of him and said: "I am Buddha.
mercy!"
Lifting his cassock, he grabbed the nine-ring Zen staff on the ground and strode out. He looked at the shadowy shadows of the Yin gods overlooking the night sky above his head. The Zen staff penetrated the rock bricks and formed a seal. His mouth squirmed quickly, and his breasts boomed.
Recite Buddhist scriptures.
Dang Dang Dang...
The nine rings of the Zen staff stood on the ground, shaking and vibrating wildly. In the Xiangyun Hall, the Buddha statue on the lotus platform suddenly opened its eyes, glowing with golden light. The black Yin Qi that filled the sky above Lingyun Temple was suddenly forced to open a little, like a solemn treasure.
The Buddha, flying barefoot in the air, holds up a piece of Buddha's light.
"Hide dirt and evil!"
Chen Yuan tightened his fingers and pressed down. The several Yin gods suspended in the night sky all moved together, and each of their magical weapons in their hands shot out with a loud bang. It was a sound that ordinary people could not hear. The priest Yuejie in the temple was uneasy.
He looked up and saw several huge magic weapons being knocked down. He was so frightened that he squatted on the ground holding his head.
Click~
There was an imperceptible sound, like an egg shell breaking. The Buddha's power that shrouded Lingyun Temple broke into several pieces in the faint golden light and dispersed. The swirling wind rushed into the temple in an instant and swept away towards the monks in the temple.
Pilgrims staying in the temple are destined to have an unforgettable night.
They were awakened by the howling wind, and the doors and windows were blown open. The wind swept through the courtyard, and the old trees in the courtyard swayed wildly. The pilgrims who stayed in the hotel wanted to leave the house, and the dark wind that blew through the courtyard suddenly showed twisted images.
With a ferocious face, he was so frightened that he shrank back to the bed and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt.
A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.
There are also brave people who put on their clothes, held open the doors and guardrails, braved the gusty wind, and trudged forward to the outside of the temple, hoping to escape.
Passing through the side courtyard, what comes into view is the abbot of the temple, the old monk Linghui, who is holding the Buddha in his vertical seal. His Zen staff is buzzing and trembling. The three pilgrims seemed to have seen the life-saving Bodhisattva and rushed over there.
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"Today I donated ten ounces of sesame oil money to the temple!"
"Don't come close, don't disturb Abbot Quxie, let's hide in Xiangyun Hall."
The three of them chattered a lot, then rushed into the hall with the hem of their robes in hand. The old monk Linghui over there opened his eyes slightly, looked at the backs of the three of them, and cursed: "Idiots."
As soon as he put away the seal, he grabbed the Zen staff not far away, stroked his white beard, and shouted softly: "Take it away!"
The yin energy rushing around him was visible to the naked eye as he inhaled the Zen staff. The old monk spread his legs and held the Zen staff with his palms clasped together. The next moment, the nine rings shook.
"Vajra Fire Spell!"
The old monk raised his palms against the night sky, and chaotic fire-like smoke surged out, meeting the bursts of Yin Qi pouring down, shaking them away, and grabbed the Zen staff with one hand and made a banging sound.
"Enchantment!"
The Buddha's power spread out in a circle from under his feet and enveloped the Xiangyun Palace. The three pilgrims poked their heads out from behind the palace door and saw that the ferocious ghost in the night sky had disappeared. They clapped their hands excitedly at the scene.
However, the next moment, a dark wind suddenly blew from the temple backyard, stronger than before.
The priest Yuejie who was guarding the carriage over there and a few fake monks were knocked to the ground. The courtyard wall cracked loudly and fell inward. There were words heard from afar.
"Abbott Buddha's Dharma is profound. If you are a subconscious Buddha, you will not be able to realize the path and fruition and become an Arhat in the future."
The priest got up from the ground and turned his head to look around. In the dark night, a figure slowly walked towards him. When he saw it clearly, his pupils shrank and he quickly backed away. He saw the man opposite, his robes fluttering in the wind.
There are several phantoms appearing behind him, including a ferocious ghost face, a red robe for the number one scholar, strange eyes with long tongues... and other yin gods overlapped and suspended, as if they were carried on their backs.
Chen Yuan seemed to be moving slowly, but in the blink of an eye he was two feet away. He stepped directly into the temple and took a casual look.
"Don't think about escaping, it will be your turn later."
Chen Yuan said softly and walked directly past the sheep-headed priest to the square in front of the Xiangyun Palace. The three people behind the palace door saw the figures approaching. One of them had an expression on his face and it was difficult to close his mouth. It was he who was there during the day.
The young man Sandao asked, now that he thinks about it, he feels that he is lucky enough to have survived until now...
At this time, outside the palace.
The face of the old monk Linghui was solemn. He had studied Buddhism through meditation for decades, and his cultivation was much higher than that of this young man. Back then, he also upheld the Buddha's heart to save people, but after he learned about his life experience, everything changed.
But it doesn't mean that you will be afraid of a junior.
The old monk Linghui jumped up, stood up his Zen staff, clasped his palms together and quickly recited the scriptures. His cassock automatically wrapped his whole body tightly, and he could see the fonts of scriptures flowing on it.
"I have Buddhist dharma to protect me, but you can't help me... Hey, hey, hey..."
Chen Yuan flipped his fingers, and the eyes of Zhong Kui's phantom behind him lit up, and a huge demon sword appeared in mid-air. He walked towards the old monk and waved it away.
"No matter how dirty you are, Buddhism cannot protect you!"
Bang!
The scriptures vibrated, the Zen staff swayed, and the wise old monk flew out wrapped in his cassock.