Chapter 9 The four walls are leaking the demon wind
"No need, Vice General Zhang ordered not to reveal his secrets. If his secrets are discovered by you, I won't care about your life. Besides, if Vice General Zhang doesn't take action, your cousin and the others won't know.
If we tell the secret, we will naturally not retaliate against our father and son. Let us just pretend that nothing has happened and go back to our room to sleep peacefully. Maybe when we wake up, there will be good news."
Mr. Fang was serious and serious, and he also changed his name to Wei Peining.
Young Master Fang thought for a moment that this was indeed the case, but then he said something: "Dad, tell me, in the Taoist scriptures, when the Dharma comes to an end and the saint comes out, does it refer to the purple cloud just now?" His voice was faint.
A little trembling.
Mr. Fang glared: "What nonsense are you talking about! Absolutely impossible! Go back and sleep quickly!" His tone was extremely stern, but it was more like a stern tone.
Young Master Fang sighed, said nothing, and went back to their rooms with Master Fang to wash up and sleep.
After lying down, the eldest young master of the Fang family tossed and turned for a long time, waking up his wife several times. It was not until midnight that he fell asleep mistily. He dreamed that he was walking forward in the darkness, and suddenly an evil ghost popped out, long and dark.
His tongue, his hands turned into claws, and the top was green and black, and he rushed towards him.
He dodged left and right, and was about to run back, but his ankle tightened and he lost his footing. He almost fell to the ground. When he lowered his head, he saw that there were many arms on the ground, and his ankle was caught by one of the pale ones.
It's hard to open it if you grab it with your hands.
Before he had time to react, the evil spirit pounced on him and strangled his neck. He was in great pain and could not breathe smoothly. He gradually became dizzy. Then he watched the evil spirit throw him up and land on a hot bed.
In the oil pan, he tasted the extreme pain, which made him scream involuntarily, his heart was broken, and he fell into eternal darkness.
Xian's wife heard a scream from her husband in her sleep and woke up in fright. She turned around and saw her husband sitting up suddenly and looking straight ahead.
"Mr. sir? Did you have a nightmare?" She pushed Young Master Fang, but Young Master Fang responded and his eyes bulged, with strong fear on his face, as if he was frightened to death.
She trembled and put her hand to his nostrils, then let out a shrill scream.
Late at night, there was also a scream coming from the yard another year.
In the small courtyard where Wei Peining was, Shi Xuan was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and breathing, practicing Taoism by the way. Suddenly, his consciousness sensed what was happening in the distance, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The opportunity came.
After Shi Xuan quietly entered the world of Yuan Mang, he began to look for a fetus with strong luck. After all, what he wanted to do, even if he was not rejected, would easily be backlashed by his own world. He could also find a reincarnation with strong luck.
If you ward off disasters, by the time things are done, they will probably be offset in two.
While passing through Tiannan Province, Shi Xuan found a young novice monk with great luck. Thinking that Wu Yan's method needed the cooperation of Buddhist monks, he followed them to southern Xinjiang while waiting for an opportunity to kidnap the young novice monk.
Looking for pregnant women.
When passing by Jiyi Town, Shi Xuan turned into purple clouds and flew through the air. He suddenly discovered that the fetus in the belly of Pei Ning, the defender of the ruined temple, had luck that was not inferior to that of the little novice Hui Yuan. In addition, they were from the Taoist lineage.
A good candidate for reincarnation. So Shi Xuan left a mark on the little novice monk Hui Yuan, and he waited in Jiyi Town for the opportunity to be reincarnated. But what Shi Xuan sensed now was the panic coming back from the mark on Hui Yuan.
On the edge of the wild forest, there is a ruined temple. It was built here when Buddhism was still powerful. Unfortunately, now that Buddhism has declined and monsters are rampant, the temple is in dilapidated condition. The Buddha statues inside have fallen and collapsed.
It collapsed, and the four walls were full of holes. If the roof above it was not intact, it would not even be able to serve as a shelter from the rain.
Listening to the sound of rain falling outside the temple, the old monk Keats was sighing as he rubbed half of the golden Buddha statue, as if facing Hui Yuan beside him, or saying to himself: "In those days, I had one person and one bowl.
Facing many monsters, I finally built this Zen forest on the edge of this wild giant forest, and I also broke through to the realm of body consciousness. I didn't expect that in just five hundred years, this temple would come to an end just like Lao Na." There was nostalgia in his tone.
, also has the pain of going through vicissitudes of life.
Huiyuan looked at the dilapidated hall in front of him curiously: "Master, is this the temple built by your old man?"
Keats nodded: "I built it brick by brick, hand by hand, but unfortunately it has been abandoned for a long time."
Seeing that Huiyuan's face still had some youthful innocence, Keats felt a faint pain in his heart: "If my Arhat's golden body hadn't been broken, and Huiyuan was in the stage of laying the foundation, and he had to practice and exercise in the world, why would he risk crossing this wilderness?
On the edge of the giant forest, go to the land of southern Xinjiang. You can just find a place deep in the mountains to hide and practice. As long as you don't establish a sect, build temples, and recruit disciples, the world is so vast that the court will not be able to find it!"
While thinking this, he rubbed Mo Huiyuan's head: "I have caused you trouble and made you suffer so much."
Huiyuan smiled naively: "What's the matter! If it weren't for Master, you, the old man, took Huiyuan in, Huiyuan would have starved to death on the streets, and there's no point in enduring hardship."
Keats laughed at himself inwardly. If he hadn't seen that Huiyuan's bones were excellent and he was a good material for practicing Buddhist techniques. How could he have taken in a little beggar when he had too much time to take care of himself: "Okay, let's take a rest.
, we have to travel tomorrow morning." Hey, this wild giant forest is very dangerous. Even on the edge, there are some monsters that my master and disciples cannot resist. Fortunately, I can only go around this section of the journey for one day, and walk on it tomorrow.
You can wear it out and embark on a safe road to southern Xinjiang.
Huiyuan was young, had poor physical strength, and had long been exhausted. After listening to his master's words, he huddled in front of the fire and fell asleep. Although Keats' cultivation was abolished, his physical body was ordinary and subtle due to the influence of the body consciousness he had cultivated.
Due to the strength of a warrior, after rushing on the road, he could barely hold on and stay vigil throughout the night.
The night is getting deeper and deeper, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, making a whining sound. From time to time, the shrill roars of monsters can be heard in the surrounding jungle, which makes the ruined temple extremely quiet, and the red flames of the fire make Ji
Ci seems to have returned to the days when she was a young boy, when she first came out of Feilaiyuan and walked in the world. The flying, joyful, and heroic days at that time, time is like water, and only old age and pain remain.
Just as Keats was remembering the past, the night wind changed and became quiet. The roars of the monsters that had been coming one after another stopped, but the wind became colder and colder, as if the cold winter had arrived from Weixia, even if there was a fire
Huiyuan also woke up from the cold and looked at Master with confusion: "Master, it's so cold."
Keats, on the other hand, looked outside the temple with a serious face and said word by word: "A harmful monster has come to the door." It seemed that at least it was a pill-forming monster, a former golden-bodied Arhat, and he still had some knowledge.
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As if to match Keats's words, the night wind changed again, becoming filled with powerful black demonic energy, whistling in from the holes in the broken walls on all sides.
The demonic energy gathered in front of the fire and transformed into an old man in green clothes. His face was covered with pimples, and he looked ferocious and terrifying. He sat beside the fire with a smile, looking at Keats and the man who was obviously frightened.
Huiyuan, with his appearance, the temperature in the entire temple dropped a few points again.
Keats knew that with his current state of cultivation, he could not compete with this powerful monster. He could not even resist the opponent's blow. He only had one hope in his heart, to see if he could find an opportunity to send Huiyuan away. He said calmly: "
I wonder if the donor is looking for me, my master and my disciple, to give you some advice?" He was not surprised by the appearance of the man in green. He had seen hundreds of monsters in his life, and there were quite a few who liked to transform into strange shapes.
The man in green chuckled twice: "I smelled a strong scent of human flesh from a distance, which aroused my hunger. I was wondering what was going on, so I came over to take a look. It turned out to be a loser.
It’s no wonder that the aroma of the meat is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Tsk tsk, I have eaten countless meats, but I have never eaten Arhat meat. I wonder if it is particularly delicious and chewy?" There was a deep look in his eyes.
of greed.
Keats did not expect that there would be a flaw in this aspect. He was really dumbfounded. Some monsters have special abilities and hobbies that make it impossible to guard against him. He sighed and said: "My little disciple is small and has little flesh. His cultivation level is low, and the quality of his flesh is not good."
Beautiful, please be kind to the donor.
The man in green glanced at Huiyuan, curled his lips and said, "I am going to take him back and let him practice hard, and then eat him when he has achieved enough."
Keats held the rosary in his hand and said calmly: "Although I am no longer cultivated, I still have the power of self-destruction. Donors should not push people too hard."
The man in Tsing Yi sighed regretfully: "If I had known that I wouldn't be so nonsense, I would just come in and devour you two. But a body that is not filled with fear and fearful emotions is not delicious enough, but what do you think, old monk?
Will I not prevent this?"
Keats's face changed slightly. It turned out that the cold wind had caught him. He raised his heart, closed his mouth, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures. The beads themselves were inconspicuous, and even the man in green didn't notice any abnormalities.
One after another, golden light emitted, with many swastikas, reflected on the man in green, freezing him for an instant.
At the same time, Keats burst out with powerful force and threw Huiyuan out of the temple through the hole. He jumped on him, and a broken golden Arhat statue appeared behind him, which was shattered into pieces in the raging golden flames.
"Is your Arhat's golden body not completely broken?" the monster roared in its consciousness.
Keats didn't answer. He hugged the monster. The raging golden flames enveloped the golden body, the flesh body and the monster. He thought in his heart that if the Arhat's golden body was completely broken, he would have died of old age long ago. How would he have the chance to become a cripple? Just now
I wanted to use words to deceive this little-experienced monster, wait for Huiyuan to escape far away, and then use the last move of spontaneously burning the golden body. Unexpectedly, this monster didn't give a chance at all, so I had to take risks, hoping to kill him.