He actually hid a statue of a god in his body!
The medium for performing the method of "Gods and Buddhas closing their eyes"!
"Woo——"
The face on the surface of the Yin Fire Ball was constantly twisting, crying and laughing, and one multi-jointed arm stretched out from the side to support the monster wrapped in Yin Fire.
Budu turned himself into a ghost!
"Amitabha, it turns out that transcending life and death...is this feeling...hahaha, wonderful, wonderful!"
"Uh!" Zhou Shi covered his ears. Budu's voice seemed to have a sharp thorn, which made people's eardrums sting, and the thought of self-harm emerged from his mind.
This is also the characteristic of the screaming ghost!
The abilities of ghosts are all kinds of strange, but they are more or less related to Yin Hun's experiences during his lifetime. In other words, as an outer sect demon, Budu should turn into a ghost that is much more powerful than Xiaolin!
The yin fire gradually stabilized, the tongues of fire on the surface solidified into charred black hair, and the ferocious grimace released by Hu Gongzun's yin wine also turned into lines on the surface.
He turned the Yin wine into a part of his body... Zhou Shi bit his lower lip, he was still not cautious enough.
A strip of skin written with Sanskrit was torn from Budu's body and suspended around it, like a ribbon.
"Revealing the truth, uncovering the truth, Polo uncovering the truth..."
Budu's huge mouth slowly opened and read out a verse.
In an instant, the scene around Zhou Shi changed...
The four walls of the ruined temple fell down one after another, exposing him in a wilderness.
Countless people, countless naked people with bulging bellies, lined up in a long line and passed in front of him.
They also chanted:
"Revealing the truth, uncovering the truth, Polo uncovering the truth..."
When Zhou Shi took a closer look, he found that there were several familiar faces among these people - Ruan Hunxiong and Jiang Ling'er were among them!
This is...the other shore mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures?
"Amitabha..."
A sound of salute to the Buddha came from behind him. Zhou Shi turned around and saw that it was Budu who was wearing a cassock and holding a Zen staff.
"This donor has already entered hell, why are you hesitating here?"
Hey, this old boy is playing tricks on me! Zhou Shi smiled instead of getting angry and asked: "You said this is hell?"
"That's right." Budu clasped his hands together, nodded slightly, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at the majestic appearance of the treasure, "Ayan Wu, nose is difficult to save, this is the Abi hell. The donor has created five negative karma in the mortal world, and he should have this retribution.
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"Wait a minute, creating karma? Me?" Zhou Shi couldn't help but choked, "Aren't you the ones who burned Jiangdu and released evil things? Why should I go to hell?"
"Amitabha. How can the donor avoid going to hell when he commits two major evil karma sins: "causing evil desires in the Tathagata" and "harming Arhats"?"
"When did I..." Zhou Shi retorted in a joking manner, but was suddenly startled.
A lot of complicated information was connected in a flash——
To arouse evil desires in the Tathagata... does it mean that I broke the Buddha statue? To harm the Arhat, does it mean that I killed Jiang Ling'er?
Well, your Buddhist rules are really flexible... Wait, did I overlook something...
After thinking about it for a moment, Zhou Shi's scalp suddenly felt numb——
When I first traveled through time, I was in this ruined temple... The Buddha statue in the ruined temple had its eyes wiped out...
The original owner, Shopkeeper Zhou, died in mysterious circumstances. Although I speculated that he was cursed by using an iron abacus to calculate the living accounts, but I used the lifespan algorithm and clearly calculated that I still have less than a year to live!
The reason I was able to meet Mr. Mo was because I woke up penniless in a ruined temple and saw the signboard of Yinhun Inn when I was hungry... But how could Shopkeeper Zhou not leave a penny with him?
Why, why didn’t I think in this direction at all before? Why do I think this is all a normal coincidence...
The huge amount of information made him dizzy, and for a moment he forgot that he was in danger.
Budu saw him covering his head with pity on his face.
"Amitabha, the donor is really smart. After some advice from the poor monk, he was able to achieve enlightenment. How good..."
"Uh-huh..."
Zhou Shi is not feeling well here. He seems to have suddenly discovered that there are many fragments in the memory of the original owner, and now these incomplete memories are disturbing his brain.
It’s very similar to the feeling when falling asleep on a yellow beam pillow, pictures flashing by like a revolving lantern——
It was the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month last year. Agui closed the door and said to shopkeeper Zhou Da who was standing behind the counter counting the books:
"Shopkeeper, I want to take a leave tomorrow and go to the temple in Dongshan to burn incense sticks for my mother."
The shopkeeper didn't even raise his head and said, "Why, your mother is not in good health?"
"I've been suffering from cold recently and I have no appetite for food. I want to pray for her."
"Okay, go ahead." The shopkeeper suddenly frowned, put down the pen, and said, "Just in time, you can donate some incense money in the name of Fengde Tower tomorrow and ask the masters in the temple to give it to Fengde Tower and your mother.
Chanting sutras and praying, the money left the cabinet."
"Yes, thank you shopkeeper."
The picture changes...
As soon as Agui, who was wearing a cotton-padded jacket, entered the door, Liu Xiaosi immediately greeted him.
"Brother Agui, you're back! Is the temple fair lively?"
"We're only twenty-six, how can there be a temple fair?" Agui scolded with a smile, "I went to offer incense on behalf of Fengde Tower, not to have fun."
Shopkeeper Zhou Da was still counting accounts with Lao Zhao behind the counter, and casually asked: "How is it, Agui?"
"Well, there are many shops that come to offer incense today. Shopkeeper Tian from Wangjiang Tower and shopkeeper Qian from Huaiyue Tower are both here." Agui said as he took off his cotton-padded jacket, "We only offered five hundred coins for incense.
, the abbot seemed a little unwelcome. He rolled our incense into a bundle and burned it without blowing out the sparks, and he didn’t specifically chant sutras..."
"Ahem, sincerity leads to success. If he doesn't want to see you, then he doesn't want to see you." Shopkeeper Zhou Da was unmoved.
"But when the abbot sent me away, a master held me back, read a scripture for me, and taught me how to perform the worship ceremony. I heard from the monks in the temple that it was a walking monk who walked around.
Staying in the temple."
"Look, not all Buddhists are people who are unjust for their own sake - Lao Zhao, what's going on with these eight pounds of pork?"
The picture changes...
"It's such a heavy snow..." Liu Xiaosi murmured, holding on to the door frame.
"Don't just watch, come and help clear the snow!" Chen Dayou's rough voice came from the backyard.
"Shopkeeper, come up to the door. With such heavy snow, no one will come tonight." Agui said.
"Well, come on."
Agui was about to close the door when a hand suddenly stretched out from behind the door and held it down.
This startled Agui: "Wow - I'm sorry, sir, we're closed."
But that hand had no intention of taking it back. Instead, it pushed the door panel open, revealing a clean male face.
"This donor, I haven't seen you for a long time. Do you still recognize this poor monk?"
"Ah, you are..." Agui was startled and hurriedly put down the door panel, "The master from Dongshan Temple! Come in quickly. The shopkeeper, this is the eminent monk who prayed for us."
"I don't dare to take it, I don't dare to take it." The monk walked into the door with a smile and bowed to Shopkeeper Zhou and Agui each.
"What kind of wind brings you here? There's so much snow outside..."
"Oh, the abbot asked me to bring something to you two." The monk took out a small bead from his sleeve and handed it to shopkeeper Zhou Da, "The abbot said that he was busy entertaining familiar pilgrims a year ago and looked down on Fengdelou.
The donor asked me to bring this thing as an apology."
"What are you talking about? Master He Lao came here."
"I have to leave anyway, I just brought it along the way. You two, please say goodbye." After saying that, the monk raised his feet and walked out of the house.
"Are you in such a hurry to leave? Just wait for the snow to stop here!" Agui said hurriedly.
"Haha, this little bit of snow is nothing. The two donors, bid farewell."
The monk rolled up his cassock and rushed into the wind and snow, and was out of sight after two or three steps.
"What an eminent monk..." Agui sighed.
Shopkeeper Zhou weighed the beads and said with a smile: "It seems that the abbot is reluctant to return customers..."
The picture changes...
Shopkeeper Zhou was carrying a small package and was walking on the road in despair. When he looked up, he happened to see the village entrance of Zhoujiadian.
After hesitating for a while, he did not enter the village, but turned around and walked eastward for half an hour to reach a cemetery.
He kowtowed deeply to the tombstone that read "Strict father Zhou Zheng, loving mother Luo Ping". He took out a towel from the package and wiped it carefully. However, he saw a few cracks on the tombstone and couldn't help but sigh. Tone.
"Children are unfilial..."
After being lost for a moment, he slowly stood up and the beads in his pocket fell to the ground.
He picked up the beads and looked at them for a while, as if he remembered something.
After putting the beads away and walking towards the village, I happened to bump into a lean man.
"Brother, please excuse me and ask you something."
The man stopped him, looked him up and down, and asked suspiciously: "Are you from the city? Why are you here at Zhou's store?"
"Brother, I am a native of Zhoujiadian... Is there any temple or Taoist temple nearby? Today happens to be the anniversary of my mother's death. I would like to buy some incense to worship my mother."