All kinds of uneasiness occurred along the way in the car.
"Today's road seemed to be extremely bumpy, and there seemed to be a lot more vehicles running red lights. Fortunately, we almost ran into each other. We also met a professional dealer. Fortunately, we have a driving recorder. It seems that the tires are also going to go.
Repair it, but the brakes don't work at times, so dangerous..." The disciple acting as the driver stopped in the driveway smartly.
Zhang Luo unbuckled his seat belt, rubbed the puppet a few more times and said: "That's right, although you monks have to be frugal, you can't ignore driving safety? The city hall doesn't build roads well, so you know that you can't do anything without doing anything..."
This is probably the most aggrieved time for officials.
If Huitong had been decades younger, he might have grabbed him by the neck and yelled, "Who do you think caused this?"
Fortunately, the old monk had mastered spiritual practice and had a very good temper. He just chanted the Buddha's name, wiped his sweat and got out of the car.
"Master, is it very hot in the car?" A monk scratched his head.
"Hmm..." The old monk didn't say anything, and his steps were a little frivolous.
It's a pity that he is already old and still has to bear the unbearable stimulation of this life.
Zhang Luo looked at the puppet with interest, isn't this... so fun?
Why is he okay? Zhang Luo probably has a guess.
The protagonist's halo, he is the destined one.
If the ghost wants to kill him, it will naturally have to fight against the destiny. It just doesn't know how to fight, but obviously this puppet can't do it.
According to his idea, this is just a clone, no big deal, but it can't be shaken off like a dog-skin plaster, which makes people more and more psychologically stressed, almost like a curse.
But all the blasphemies along the way didn't kill him, and there was nothing wrong with him except for a bump on his head, so it was obviously nothing.
This is probably the worst ghost in the world.
But no one plays the protagonist’s halo like this.
Zhang Luo was completely excited now.
If the puppet ghost is just like this, there is no way to deal with him, and he is willing to kill him directly. If there is a head-on confrontation, he will not be afraid. After all, he dares to do it to the culprit, and this one will not be more powerful than the culprit.
, not to mention the "weakness" that was exploited by myself.
Therefore, his idea became bolder.
Videos of various island countries from another world passed through his mind. He turned on his phone and searched for: "Rope Art..."
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I have to master this skill tonight.
The puppet was tucked under his arm, with sleeves and long hair hanging down, as if it was really just an ordinary puppet.
She still didn't understand what kind of devil she had encountered.
The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon, and the weather in the Sun Islands was a bit strange these days. It had not rained, and the whole island was shrouded in a thin mist. It was obviously autumn and the weather was still very hot.
The master and his disciples took Zhang Luo into the temple through the small door dedicated to it, avoiding the crowds who came to the temple to burn incense.
According to the master's introduction, their group of monks were moved from the mainland by Biuan. Mingde Temple has a history of only 70 years. There was also a group of Taoist priests in yellow who moved with them, but they were not in this city. Their beliefs are still there.
Well, the locals don't resist, but the Taoist priests, those onmyojis, and witches have always been very difficult to deal with.
Zhang Luo is actually not very interested in this. Although there are conflicts everywhere on the island, there is not much chaos.
Huitong brought Zhang Luo to the abbot of Mingde Temple. He roughly said that he would accept lay disciples, and at the same time, he implicitly said that he would cure ghosts. The abbot was also very calm and told them to follow the rules and that they could stay for one night afterwards.
Then in a side hall, Huitong took Zhang Luo to hold a conversion ceremony alone, and then took him to fill in a form, including paper and electronic copies. The paper copy was sent to the religious office by a senior brother for his name.
These are necessary because anyone who preaches without a license will be treated as a cult and will be held criminally responsible. It is also to make it easier for ordinary people to distinguish between orthodox religions and cults.
Then Huitong, the nominal master, took Zhang Luo to visit Mingde Temple, which was free of charge.
The scent of incense, the faintness of the bronze bells, the blue-faced Buddha statues with fangs, or the kind-hearted eyes make people involuntarily feel a sense of awe.
Zhang Luo originally had no ill feelings toward Buddhism. Religion can protect people's hearts and encourage people to do good, or it can bring chaos to the world and become a tool for ambitious people. It all depends on how it is used. In the end, it is still a human matter.
But today, he wants to conquer the devil in this pure land of Buddhism!
As night fell, Zhang Luo told the monks not to go out at night, and even if they did go out, stay away from his house, and then asked for a roll of red rope.
Although Mingde Temple is antique, the interior of the building is certainly not simple. Seventy years ago, it was considered a modern society. Moreover, it was for wealthy pilgrims, but Huitong was there.
The status of Mingde Temple was not low, so Zhang Luo was placed here.
Therefore, the room was brightly lit and the doors and windows were wide open. In order to prevent mosquitoes, Zhang Luo also ordered someone to light mosquito repellent incense.
The monks were not afraid of him being mysterious, since there were cameras anyway, so they all crowded in front of their computers to watch the fun.
This was also the first time they heard that someone could actually catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits.
There were pilgrims around, and they seemed to have heard something. They were looking behind the doors and windows, and some were taking videos.
Zhang Luo also changed his clothes after taking a shower, and specially asked for a set of monk clothes here. He didn't want to use his own clothes to wear a poncho anymore, and it was really difficult to get rid of the smell.
Then he took out a candlestick, an ancient book, and a stack of ponchos from his bag.
After putting on the poncho, Zhang Luo followed the tutorial and started to adjust... ahem, attract the devil.
A group of spectators looked on puzzled.
"Master, what is this young master doing?" asked a young novice.
The great monk also scratched his head: "Master? What is he?"
The old monk's eyelids twitched and he felt something was wrong: "This... may be a special ceremony. It looks good and may be useful for us to do things in the future."
This thing really touches on the blind spots of monks. Of course, there may be flower monks, but you must pretend not to know them.
Zhang Luo tied the upper body of the puppet with a very ordinary tortoise shell, and then hung it up...
"Is this using the red thread to trap ghosts?" a great monk speculated seriously.
"Stop talking, it seems to be coming..."
"Zi——!" The light flashed a few times.
Zhang Luo also felt it, but he still sat on the futon cushion, seemingly unmoved, and studied it carefully with his mobile phone.
He nodded, moved the thread, and the whole puppet flipped over.
Snapped--!
The light bulb went out directly due to overload.
The puppet's skirt still couldn't resist the force of gravity and it showed that this ghost was still not as powerful as Newton, but in the dark it was impossible to see what was in the skirt.
Zhang Luo's gaze stopped paying attention. The cold wind was blowing, and the sound of the wind chimes hanging on the eaves came loudly, gradually becoming more urgent.
In the originally quiet courtyard, the fog began to thicken, and even the cameras installed by the monks began to flicker with snowflakes unsteadily.