"I, Amitabha Buddha, have met Miss Jade and Mr. Jade." Elder Faming saluted, "Many of our temples are practicing in seclusion and are unknown to the world. Please forgive me for not being able to recognize these two distinguished guests."
"Do you know me?" Swing asked.
"Everyone in the Three Realms of Miss Jade, Heavenly Fox, and the Three Realms, the old monk knows it," Fa Ming said. With a few polite words, the elder invited the swing and the bird man to enter the temple. "I wonder why Miss Jade came to the small temple?"
"Nothing serious, I just want to recruit a soul." Shuqian said.
"I Amitabha Buddha," said Fa Ming, "Girl, heaven and earth have made an appointment with me as a Samana. If a person in the sect has exhausted his lifespan, my sect can send him to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva at our discretion without any guidance from ghosts.
.Although a nephew passed away yesterday, he has already reported to the underworld, so there is no need for two ghost messengers to summon his soul."
"Oh, you misunderstood. It's not me who summons the souls, it's me who invites your people to summon the souls. Haha." Swing said with a smile.
"???" Fa Ming didn't understand, "I, Amitabha, and the Jade Almsgiver are both ghost missionaries. Do you need help from others to summon souls? Besides, with Mr. Yu's cultivation..." The abbot of Jinshan Temple is not a mortal.
There are already nine eminent monks who have attained Taoism in Lingshan.
Guo Wei is a living Arhat. He vaguely knows the strength of the Birdman, and even heard a little bit about Jiuli Mountain. "Is it not convenient for you two to take action? Then... okay, I will send someone to inform the subordinate temples of Jinshan Temple to choose
Some people helped the girl."
"You don't have anyone in your temple who can summon spirits? Why do you want people from the subordinate temples to recruit people?" Zhuqian asked.
"Um..." Fa Ming was very embarrassed, "I am Amitabha, and the monks in my temple have been cultivating all year round. Most of them are in retreat and don't have time." In fact, summoning spirits is too low-level. The monks in Jinshan Temple are all very high-level.
They go and overdo it.
"Really? But that big group just now looked very idle." The swings have been in the market for so many years, how could they not see that Fa Ming is unwilling to "work", "I'll tell you the truth, Abbot.
Well, it's not to summon the soul of a mortal, but to him," the fox pointed at the crow behind him, "He may have lost his soul, I will summon his soul."
"..." Fa Ming was speechless. It's ridiculous to summon the souls of mortals to find a monk from Jinshan Temple. Who would have known that it turned out to be... "My Amitabha, I probably have a problem with my meditation and my ears are not working. Miss Yu, what do you think?
, to summon the soul for whom?”
"Him!" The swing pulled the birdman forward, "call him a soul."
Fa Ming thought that this nine-tailed sky fox was here to cause trouble. "Jade Donor, it is possible for a mortal to lose his soul, but Mr. Yu..."
"Can't cultivators lose their souls?" Zhuqian asked.
"Yes," Elder Faming replied, "If a cultivator's soul is injured or mutilated, it is also a form of soul loss."
"That's right, yes, he has lost his soul. It must be because he has lost his soul, lost a lot of memory, and his habits have changed. He has lost his soul." Swing said, "Hurry up and summon the soul."
"Uh..." Fa Ming was embarrassed, "Donor Jade, please forgive me for being rude. May I ask Mr. Yu why this happened?"
"This..." It was the fox's turn to be in trouble. He couldn't say it was his own fault. "Hey, crow, tell me why."
Birdman touched the back of his head and said: "I don't know either, I just vaguely remember being bitten by some furry animal with a lot of tails, then being hit hard on the back of the head, and then suffocated, drowned, burned, dizzy, vomited, poisoned...
…”
"Well..." Fa Ming said, "Sir's experience is really... really twists and turns."
"Oh, stop talking and call the spirits quickly. Why are you asking so many questions?" Swing Qian cried out guiltily.
Well, there is no other way. The swing is being pushed too hard. Even if Fa Ming doesn’t want to have more contact with the “Jiuli Mountain Robber”, he can’t refuse directly. “Let’s do this, I’ll let Junior Brother Fahai try to call Mr. Yu’s soul.”
"Fahai? Is that the kid just now?" Zhuqian didn't quite believe in that kid's ability. "Hey, I have a question. Elder, how old are you?"
"180 years were wasted." Fa Ming replied.
Swing said: "Look, you are 180 years old, how come you have a 5-year-old junior brother? Isn't this right? Is there some shocking inside story?"
"I am Amitabha Buddha." Faming replied, "Most of the monks in our temple have been cultivating for many generations, and Junior Brother Fahai is one of them. Junior Brother Fahai has been a good man and a monk for five generations, but due to a coincidence, all five generations have been
Lay disciples, in this life my Buddha, Sakyamuni, ordered me to take him to the temple, personally ordain him, and accept his disciples on behalf of his master, and give him the title of Dharma, Dharma Sea."
"I'm just telling you, you are so old, how come your junior brother is so young, and those old monks still call him uncle. So that's it." Shuqian said, "Is that kid very powerful?"
"I am Amitabha Buddha," said the monk Faming. "Junior Brother Fahai's talent for Buddhism is one of the best in our sect. Not to mention the east, there are few people even in the Lingshan Mountains who can compare with him."
"Oh? Real or fake?" Swing said, "Well, let him try to summon spirits."
Not long after, the young monk Fahai came to the birdman with red eyes. "I, Amitabha, have seen two donors. Just now, the young monk made the two donors laugh."
"Haha," Swing looked at the little guy and smiled, "Little monk, can you summon spirits?"
"I am Amitabha Buddha," Fa Hai said, "The sea of suffering is boundless and all living beings are confused. Naturally, this little monk knows how to evade and induce."
"Well, you come and call his soul." Swing pointed at the birdman and said.
"???" Little Fahai was confused on the spot, "I am Amitabha, the soul of this donor is like the scorching fire of the sky, so powerful that the young monk dare not even look at it. How could he lose his soul?"
"Stop talking nonsense, if you are asked to summon the soul, you can summon the soul." Swing said.
Little Fahai was frightened by the swing. He turned around and looked at Faming: "Brother, the female donor is trying to harm me."
"I am Amitabha, my junior brother, you can just summon the spirit." Faming also knew that Swing was making trouble unreasonably, but he really didn't know how to deal with it, so he could only let Fahai act as he saw fit.
"Then, okay." Fahai said with tears in his eyes, "Donor, please put away your Yang Qi and let the monk explore your soul, and then perform the soul-gathering technique."
"Hey? Wait, don't you dance or something?" Swing said, "You really don't know how to summon spirits."
"..." Fa Ming and Fa Hai looked at each other, "What kind of dance is the female donor talking about?"
"Soul-calling dance." Shuqian said, "Why do you think I'm here? I want the authentic soul-calling dance. I don't know the art of constricting and gathering souls, so why do I need you?"
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"The heavens are spirited, the earth is spirited, the Jade Emperor Buddha is about to appear, and all the gods from all directions are here to help my relatives meet again. Dong Dong Long Dong, Dong Dong, Dong Dong Long Dong, Dong Dong... East China Sea Dragon, West Sea Dragon,
Lost soul returns home to look for lanterns, Nanshan red, Beishan red,
It's better to go home and spoil your wife's appearance. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom... Ksitigarbha Ming, Guanyin welcomes you. How can there be light in the world in the underworld? Why should the three souls fly away? Hurry up and go back to the soul.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom..."
"...Dong-dong-long-dong, dong-dong, dong-dong, long-dong, dong-dong... Hey~~~ As the sun sets in the western mountains and the sky becomes dark, every house locks its door, magpies and old birds rush through the forest, domestic birds and pigeons rush to the eaves, and the five-clawed golden dragon , Returning to Beihai, the thousand-year-old bastard returned to the beach. There are fewer vehicles on the main roads, and fewer walking men on the small roads. Nine out of ten houses have locks, and one door is still open. I call you fellow villager~Please listen to me. I light a big incense to invite the gods. Na~~ Hey, hey, hey... dong dong, dong dong, dong dong, long dong, dong dong... I picked up King Wen's drum in the left hand, and picked up the fairy whip in the right hand. The drum is not called a drum, and the whip is not called either. Whip, donkey-skin drum, willow hoop, running and shouting, and the plan is round, with three horizontal and vertical strings and forty-eight strings, and this dry ridge, the sound of the sundae and the Kundui, eight big copper coins, hey, hey, hey, hey. …”
In history, for the first time since the establishment of Jinshan Temple, a charlatan was invited to dance around in the square and play drums and make nonsense, chanting random words and making even weirder movements. Many eminent monks of Jinshan Temple watched. Silly, I thought: "Is this thing really possible to summon spirits?"
However, the swing was very happy to see it, jumping up and down to the drum beats, shouting: "This is the authentic spiritual summoning, yours is all fake."