The monk, who was bathed in golden light, walked up to Zhou Yang, moved his lips, and a Sanskrit sound came out from the old monk's mouth: "Ba, Ka, Ma, Mi, Moo!"
Zhou Yang could only feel the hot blood rising in his heart, and the energy and blood in his body kept rolling, unable to calm down for a long time. At this moment, a ball of fire suddenly appeared under the old monk's feet and started burning. The fire was not dazzling under the golden light. Zhou Yang
He exclaimed and stepped forward to pull the old monk away.
At this time, the flames on the old monk's body suddenly surged and enveloped his whole body in an instant. Within two breaths, the old monk disappeared. The fire receded, and the dazzling golden light in the sky also disappeared. A golden object the size of an egg was suspended in the air.
Like a stone.
The golden stone stayed in the air for a moment, and suddenly turned into a golden light, which shot directly into Zhou Yang's heart and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Seeing the golden light disappear on his chest, Zhou Yang didn't feel anything strange. Instead, he felt a warmth on his chest.
"Monk, old monk, master..." Zhou Yang stepped out of the room and shouted loudly. Suddenly he felt his thigh being pinched and painful.
"Brother Yang, Brother Yang, what's wrong with you?" Huzi saw that Zhou Yang didn't wake up for a long time, so he pinched Zhou Yang's thigh hard.
Zhou Yang cried out in pain and sat up from the bed. He saw Huzi and Peng Shang looking at him in surprise.
"Huzi? Where is that monk?" After Zhou Yang woke up, he found that it was already dawn and the sun was shining into the room.
Huzi looked much better than yesterday and asked doubtfully: "What monk? Do you mean Master Qianye? He came here in the morning and said he would call us to the lobby later!"
Zhou Yang turned around and saw that Lin Luoya still hadn't woken up, but the purple color on her lips had faded a lot compared to yesterday.
Zhou Yang was stunned and said: "It's okay, it turned out to be a dream! Let's go, let's go find Master Qianye!" Zhou Yang was still thinking about the falling head in Lin Luoya's body at this moment.
Seeing Zhou Yang quickly turn over and get out of bed, Peng Shang exclaimed: "Zhou Yang, doesn't your wound hurt?"
Wound? Zhou Yang was stunned, and then he remembered that the perverted monk stabbed him in the chest yesterday. Why didn't it hurt when he just turned over?
Zhou Yang carefully pulled open his robe and took a look at his chest. Zhou Yang was almost dumbfounded at this sight. He saw that the skin on his chest was extremely smooth, and he could see the bloody wound there, not even a scab.
What is going on? Is it the golden light in the dream? Zhou Yang wondered and couldn't find the answer for a while, but he certainly couldn't let Peng Shang know about it, otherwise he would scare them to death.
Zhou Yang pretended to be in pain and whispered: "I was so excited just now, oh, it hurts so much!"
When the three of them went out, they met Qianye, who was wearing orange Buddhist robes. When he saw the three of them, Qianye raised his head and said, "The monk in the lobby is ready. Let's carry the female donor over!"
Huzi told Zhou Yang not to move, and he and his father turned around and entered the room. The two of them carried Lin Luoya and Zhou Yang toward the temple lobby in front.
Walking into the lobby, I saw a dozen or so monks wearing Buddhist robes sitting at the foot of a giant golden Buddha that was more than ten meters tall. Of course, in Master Qianye's words, they were Dharma monks.
"Come on, please lift the female donor onto the futon in the middle. Donor, please sit in too!" Qianye raised his hand and signaled Huzi to lift Lin Luoya onto the big futon in the middle, and Zhou Yang followed him to the middle.
, sitting cross-legged on it.
After placing Lin Luoya on the futon and lying down, Qianye slowly sat in front of Zhou Yang and whispered: "Little donor, please relax, don't be nervous!"
Zhou Yang nodded and then closed his eyes.
After a while, Zhou Yang only heard the sutras recited by many monks around him. He couldn't understand a single word, but as the rhythm of the sutras quickened, Zhou Yang felt the breath in his body getting stronger and stronger.
Mania, rushing around in the meridians.
From time to time, there were bursts of pain in various parts of the body. Zhou Yang gritted his teeth tightly, opened his eyes and looked at Lin Luoya, who was lying next to him. He saw Lin Luoya frowning at the moment, with such a look on her originally pale face.
It turned into a dark black color, and the lips were even more frighteningly dark.
The lips of the Buddhist monks sitting around outside moved faster and faster, and the syllables of the scriptures flying out of their mouths were like a stormy sea, impacting the bodies and minds of Zhou Yang and Lin Luoya.
After a while, Zhou Yang heard a cry of pain from Lin Luoya, and immediately looked towards her. Lin Luoya suddenly raised her head, opened her mouth, and spat out a large ball of smelly black blood. After that,
She fell into coma again, but her face had returned to its previous paleness.
Seeing that Lin Luoya vomited black blood, but the monk didn't mean to stop, Zhou Yang thought to himself, it's over, these bald heads don't want to vomit blood themselves, right?
But except for the breath in his body, he couldn't feel anything. Where could he get a mouthful of black blood for them? Thinking of this, Zhou Yang scholar Lin Luoya screamed in pain, then rolled his eyes and pretended to be dizzy.
passed.
After Zhou Yang fainted, the monks quickly slowed down their chanting speed, and gradually, the surrounding area became quiet.
At this time, Qianye looked at Zhou Yang doubtfully, then put his hand on Zhou Yang's pulse and murmured: "Strange, why did his blood drop disappear for no reason?"
Zhou Yang and Lin Luoya were carried back to the guest room by Huzi and his son. Zhou Yang woke up soon. Of course, he pretended to wake up. "Huzi, why did I get to bed?"
Huzi was eating the fruit sent by the little monk. Seeing Zhou Yang wake up, Huzi quickly stepped forward and said: "Brother Yang, the old monk said that you are all fine, but he said that the evil monk named Chada is not here yet."
Death, tell us to pay attention!"
After hearing Huzi's words, Zhou Yang's heart accelerated a few times in fright, and he shouted: "What? That Cha Da is not dead yet?"
At this time, the door opened and Qianye walked in. Seeing the lively Zhou Yang, Qianye Fusu smiled and said: "The little donor is worthy of being the successor of Mr. Qiao. He has recovered in such a short time. How gratifying!"
Zhou Yang stepped forward and asked: "No, Master Qianye, you just said that the monk in red who lowered his head to us is not dead yet?"
Qianye nodded and motioned Zhou Yang to sit down first. He said slowly: "Head-dropping is the most sinister evil technique in Southeast Asia. It was first originated from the Nanyun Miao Gu clan in China, and later spread to Myanmar, Thailand, and Southeast Asia.
.Especially after combining with local witchcraft, it becomes even more powerful. And once people don’t lower their heads, there are only two ways to solve it!”
Zhou Yang nodded and asked: "What two methods?"
"The first is to kill the person who is descending. The head-down in the body will destroy itself in vain. The second is to forcibly remove the head-down. However, forcibly removing the head-down is very dangerous. A little carelessness may endanger the life of the person who is descending.
The descending head in your body has not disappeared after a night, which proves that the descended person is not dead." After Qianye finished speaking, he suddenly smiled: "You are fine now. The skills of the ten Dharma monks are enough to save your lives!
"
Zhou Yang stood up, bowed to Master Qianye, and said, "Thank you so much, Master and all the monks, for your life-saving grace. I will definitely not forget it in the future!"
Qianye laughed, waved his hand and said: "Don't worry, little benefactor, Buddhist disciples are basically focused on helping the world and saving people. This is what we should do! The benefactors should have a good rest, the old monk will go out first!"
At this time, Peng Shang said anxiously: "Zhou Yang, I just called the company. The new project there has been stopped. I have to go back and take a look. Why don't you let Huzi accompany you to recuperate? I...
…”
"Uncle Peng, if you have anything to do, go back first. Huzi and I will be fine here! But you have to be careful, that monster is not dead yet!" Zhou Yang was also a little worried, after all, the old monster's head-lowering technique was very powerful.
You can bring Peng Shang to this ghost place quietly.
Peng Shang nodded and said: "Don't worry, I will ask an expert for help when I go back this time. I will definitely find the person who is behind me!"
After Peng Shang left, Huzi said worriedly: "Brother Yang, look at that beautiful policewoman, there is no blood on her face. Is she going to be okay?"
Zhou Yang smiled: "It's okay, Huzi, you go to the door and help me take a look first, and I'll treat Officer Lin's injuries!"
Huzi nodded and walked out.
Zhou Yang walked to Lin Luoya and first put his hand on her wrist to feel her pulse. Zhou Yang immediately closed his eyes and urged the breath in his body to flow to Lin Luoya.
But just when Zhou Yang activated the breath in his body, he felt a stream of hot air flowing out of his heart, following the breath in his body, and quickly penetrated into Lin Luoya's body.
Zhou Yang saw clearly that the hot air was just a small ray of golden light, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Why? There was no such golden light when I treated Sister Shanshan before. Could it be the dream last night?
After coming here for a while, a trace of color appeared on Neng Lin Luoya's face. Zhou Yang got up and walked outside. He said to Hu Zi: "I'm going out for a walk. If you're bored, just follow me!"
Huzi was feeling bored, and the two of them, holding cigarettes in their mouths, wandered around the huge Fanjin Temple. After leaving the lobby and walking towards a small building on the right, the two of them were stopped by a monk.
After fussing for a long time, I realized that I couldn't go inside, and it was a holy place where the abbots of the past generations had sat down. At this moment, Master Qianye came over. He said a few words to the monk, and then said to Zhou Yang: "The temple is not open to tourists.
But the young benefactor is Mr. Qiao’s apprentice, the benefactor of Fanjin Temple, so he can naturally enter!”
"What? My master is the benefactor of Fanjin Temple?" These words surprised Zhou Yang.
Qianye said with a smile: "Your master's cultivation is unfathomable and he has many good connections. If it weren't for your master back then, our Fanjin Temple would probably no longer exist!"
As Master Qianye spoke, he led Zhou Yang and the two of them toward the temple. The outside of the temple looked like an ordinary bungalow, except that there were some Buddha patterns carved on the roof beams, and the door in the middle was open.
As soon as the three of them walked in, Zhou Yang was immediately stunned. He saw a hand-painted portrait more than three meters high hanging in the middle. In the painting, an old monk was wearing a white cassock and standing among colorful auspicious clouds. He was holding a Buddhist bead and in one hand.
He was stroking his goat's beard and showing a kind face. Just by looking at him, Zhou Yang felt extremely peaceful in his heart!
Isn't this... this man the monk I saw in my dream that night?
Seeing Zhou Yang staring blankly at the portrait in the middle, Master Qianye explained from the side: "The person above is the first abbot of Fanjin Temple, and he is also a Chinese. In the early Qing Dynasty, it was he who brought a group of monks to Bangkok.
Open the altar** and have this Fanjin Temple."
"What's his name?" Zhou Yang looked at the portrait intently and whispered.
"Ancient books say that his Buddhist name is Nanming, so we call him the Ancient Buddha of Nanming!"