When Huijue heard what Jie Kong said, his expression changed slightly, and he looked at Mo Hai with more attention.
"This donor, you, can you really see the Buddha's light in our Liangming Temple?" Huijue asked, his eyes curious and solemn.
Buddha's light is something that even the eminent monks at Liangming Temple cannot see with the naked eye. It is an aura that is invisible to mortals.
Of course, although eminent monks such as Huijue cannot see the Buddha's light produced by their own practice, they can feel it and even use the power of this Buddha's light to understand the Dharma.
Although I don't believe that the young man in front of me can see the Buddha's light, I still have to ask.
"I did see it, I saw it just now, Master Huijue, when you chant sutras to save the little ghosts, Buddha light will emit. Although it is only a small amount, I don't think there are many eminent monks on the earth who can speak the truth and form Buddha light.
"Mo Hai said with a smile.
"The donor's words are serious. The word eminent monk is still too heavy for me. I am ashamed that I cannot bear it. If the donor does not mind, please rest in the guest room first. I will save this donor Zhao first, and then discuss Buddhism with you, the donor."
." Huijue said, judging from Mo Hai's conversation, he is not an ordinary person, at least someone who has done some research on Buddhism. In this era, young people know very little about Buddhism. Huijue is really curious.
How much Buddhism does Mo Hai have in his belly?
"We can have a chat now." Mo Hai smiled.
"We can't do it now. This benefactor Zhao has been invaded by a kid. Once the kid completely merges with her, the consequences will be disastrous." Hui Jue said.
"What's the problem? Leave it to me to deal with it. Zhao Qingtong, come here." Mo Hai said with a calm face. His tone was just plain, but it was no less than a Buddhist mantra, giving people a sense of clarity on the spiritual platform.
Zhao Qingtong, who was unconscious, suddenly froze on his distorted face when he heard Mo Hai's words, and then suddenly ran outside, not daring to look at Mo Hai at all, as if Mo Hai was a monster.
Zhao Qingtong's parents saw their daughter running away suddenly and wanted to hold her back, but their daughter's strength suddenly became so strong that they threw them away.
Huijue and Jiekong could have stopped him, but Zhao Qingtong was completely controlled by the kid at this moment and tore his clothes to pieces, leaving only his underwear on his upper body. Huijue and Jiekong's expressions suddenly changed and they closed their eyes in a hurry.
With just one breath, Zhao Qingtong had climbed over the courtyard wall and disappeared, not even daring to leave the door.
"Qingtong, Qingtong, you gave my daughter back, it's all your fault for scaring her away." Zhao Qingtong's mother looked at the courtyard wall and cried, finally blaming Mo Hai.
"Jie Kong, hurry up and chase." Huijue reacted and said quickly, "By the way, bring your clothes."
"No need, she'll be back soon." Mo Hai said with a smile.
"Well, Donor, I'm afraid you don't know the situation. Donor Zhao is now haunted by evil spirits and has lost her mind. All her actions are the evil spirits' actions. Once she escapes, it may be difficult to find her." Hui Jue said patiently.
Said. First
Jiekong ignored Mo Hai and was about to call his master brothers to surround Zhao Qingtong, but at this moment.
Mo Hai opened his mouth and gave a soft drink.
"Zhao Qingtong, come back quickly." This time, Mo Hai's tone was no longer calm, but more domineering and overbearing.
Mo Hai finished speaking, and within a few seconds, Zhao Qingtong climbed over the wall and came back, directly in front of Mo Hai, standing like a wooden stake.
Mo Hai spoke just now, which made the little ghost in Zhao Qingtong feel the crisis, so he ran away desperately. However, if Mo Hai wanted to deal with it, even if it was a thousand-year-old evil ghost, it had to bow its head obediently, let alone that it was just a ghost.
Just a little devil.
Because Zhao Qingtong was only wearing underwear, Huijue and Jiekong both looked away and looked elsewhere.
But Mo Hai didn't have so many rules. He drew a magic talisman in the air and penetrated it directly into Zhao Qingtong's body. The little ghost's resentful soul left the body directly. Then Mo Hai opened his mouth and spat out a flame.
The imp burned to ashes.
As soon as the kid died, Zhao Qingtong's body went limp and fell directly to the ground.
After all, there is a blood connection between Zhao Qingtong and Xiaogui. Once Xiaogui dies, Zhao Qingtong will naturally be affected by the backlash.
This backlash is actually extremely serious. Those in Southeast Asia who can raise little ghosts have some skills. They raise little ghosts. Once they sell the little ghost, it means that the little ghost has changed its owner. What happens to the little ghost in the future has nothing to do with him.
Yes, it only has something to do with buying Xiao Gui, the new owner.
If it hadn't been for meeting Mo Hai, Zhao Qingtong would have spent most of his time in a mental hospital and in a hospital bed.
Although Zhao Qingtong is a bit self-inflicted, since Mo Hai helped her deal with the brat, he will save others until the end. I hope she will be a good person in the future.
Mo Hai injected a spiritual energy into Zhao Qingtong's body. Zhao Qingtong slowly came back to her senses. Seeing herself lying in front of Mo Hai disheveled, she quickly covered her chest.
"Dad, Mom, me, what's wrong with me?" Zhao Qingtong saw her parents standing nearby, her tense heart couldn't help but relax a little, and she rubbed her head and asked.
"Qingtong, how do you feel?" Zhao Qingtong's parents finally came to their senses, ran to their daughter's side, helped her up, and asked nervously and expectantly.
"No, it's okay." Zhao Qingtong said.
"Master Huijue, please lend me a monk's robe and put it on this young lady." Mo Hai couldn't help but smile when he saw Huijue and Jiekong, who didn't dare to look directly at them.
This monk is too disciplined and not good. He is just a skin. He dare not look directly at him. It seems that the path of spiritual practice for the eminent monk is long and arduous.
Jiekong quickly went to get a monk's robe and put it on Zhao Qingtong. Only then did Master Huijue turn his gaze back.
He didn't see Mo Hai take action just now, but he also knew that Mo Hai had already dealt with the kid.
"I'm really old and dim. I don't know how to recognize an expert. I'm really ashamed." Hui Jue looked at Mo Hai and said apologetically.
Being able to get rid of the kid so easily is such a level of cultivation that one cannot help but be amazed.