Almost at the same time, the nameless Buddhist sutra appeared in Zhou Yi's mind.
It's like a dense ball of golden light, illuminating the vicissitudes of the world.
Suddenly, a hint of enlightenment arose in Zhou Yi's heart, and he gained a deeper understanding of this Buddhist sutra that he had recited day and night.
Just as he was thinking about it, as if in response, the word "Du" that had already been written released a dense brilliance, emanating from the ghost skin on Mrs. Chu's back.
Every ray of light is like the flames of the blazing sun, scorching hot and scorching the night.
"ah!"
Mrs. Chu suddenly raised her head, her face twisted ferociously, and she screamed in pain.
In an instant, her eyes filled with tears.
And a moment later, it was evaporated by the bright white light of the sun.
And her ghost body is also in danger, it has melted inch by inch, and will be wiped out in the blink of an eye.
"No...holy monk, spare your life! Holy monk, forgive me! Holy monk, I don't want it!"
Mrs. Chu rolled over on the ground, shaking violently, crawling towards Zhou Yi's monk's shoes, her heart full of confusion and regret.
I... just want to seek a Taoist amulet.
Why did it evolve into...killing myself?
Oh my God, my earth, my underworld!
What the hell is this!
I hate it so much! I hate it so much!
Hate hate hate hate...
The endless resentment surged up and turned into wisps of skull-shaped black smoke, but disappeared in the blink of an eye in the white light.
"Hate it..."
Mrs. Chu said the last word "hate", and the anger in her eyes gradually dissipated.
Then, her ghost body was burned and dissolved by the white light, and was annihilated in the night of the small courtyard.
There was silence.
Chen Chi looked pale.
Shaotou's body trembled slightly.
The rest of the Minotaur soldiers, their legs and feet were weak and their faces were pale, they all knelt on the ground and knelt down to worship the young and handsome bald king.
Either praying for life, or expressing sincerity, making a fuss, and talking nonsense.
Zhou Yi looked calm.
The purpose of the Unnamed Buddhist Sutra is to save.
But not all demons and ghosts can bear such a word.
Cui Ying'er, the flying zombie, was reborn in Nirvana after being beheaded by her.
Not only because of her kind thoughts, but also because of her brother Cui Hu, who had a predestined relationship with the Buddha.
Only then could she have such a good fortune.
And the nine tea-selling ghosts under Grandma Kongshan's seat? They were wiped out under his "save palm".
In fact, because of his many evil deeds, he is causing harm to the world and cannot be cured.
And this Mrs. Chu, the ghost county head, who came to her door.
What will be her fate?
Do you have a connection with Buddhism? Which degree can you bear the little monk’s words?
Zhou Yi tapped his fingertips gently. Amid the billowing yin energy and the cries of ghosts and ghosts rising around the small courtyard, he closed his eyes slightly and waited in silence.
I don’t know how much time passed.
A flash of bright white light falls from the middle of the moon? It falls on the small courtyard in the south of the city.
As the beautiful and elegant woman wearing a white gauze with a jade back appeared from the brilliance.
All the ghosts and ghosts were stunned, no longer howling like ghosts and wolves, and all of them stared in disbelief at the woman with a glow looming behind her.
This woman? She is clearly our Lord of the Underworld in Wenhe County, Mrs. Chu.
But I always feel that something is different... yes, it's the temperament.
A gloomy, strange, sad and indifferent person.
A calm and elegant one? A dignified and solemn one.
Although it is still a Taiyin ghost body.
But they are completely different.
"Amitabha."
Zhou Yi whispered the Buddha's name and carefully looked at the woman opposite who was bowing to him.
Then he nodded slightly.
Are they also ghost women? The nine tea-selling ghost women were reduced to ashes under his own palm.
But this Mrs. Chu has withstood the organization... No? She has withstood the test of the unknown Buddhist scriptures.
Being able to be reborn from the ashes seems to have some Buddhist connections.
Last time, Cui Ying'er was "saved" by herself from her shackles, regained her true heart, and became a flying zombie with self-awareness.
And this Mrs. Chu, what was she saved by herself?
Zhou Yi's gaze rested on Mrs. Chu's elegant, gentle and joyful brows, and his heart suddenly became enlightened.
'It turned out to be hostility.'
"Mrs. Chu, there is no need to be polite. How does it feel to be like this?"
Mrs. Chu raised her head, with deep gratitude in her clear eyes.
Then he sighed:
"Reporting to Master, this feeling is truly indescribable. It is like going from the abyss to the sky, or from the underworld to the heaven.
He was in a trance, half awake but not awake, as if he had gone through hundreds of thousands of lives and finally saw the other shore.
Thank you Master for helping Xiao Chu see cause and effect clearly and distinguish right from wrong!
Xiao Chu should follow the Dharma Master’s words and protect five hundred babies in the world to clear his karma!”
After saying that, the ghost mother reluctantly picked up the ghost baby and turned back three times with her eyes looking forward to it.
Finally, he got on the stone carriage, took only four ghost soldiers with him, and drove away from Wenhe County invisibly.
In Wenhe County, hundreds of ghosts and ghosts are depressed.
Under the moon, light smoke seems to be rising in the human world.
In an instant, bursts of ghostly cries and howls came from countless corners of the underworld in the county.
Some ghosts are mourning and mourning Mrs. Chu.
There are also some evil spirits who have long disliked Mrs. Chu and are cheering and singing in secret.
With the intervention of the Xihu Clan, the ghosts and monsters in Wenhe County gradually stopped making noise.
They followed the bull-headed ghost who looked like a big and small matryoshka doll and had similar expressions, and all paid homage to the small courtyard in the south of the county town.
"We pay our respects to the great king."
"Pay homage to the Great King..."
"I wish the great king will attain the enlightenment of Taiyin and live forever in the underworld."
In the small courtyard in the south of the city, Zhou Yi clapped his mouth and yawned loudly, stood up and walked towards the back room.
"Hao Tou, let them all disperse. It's late at night, the yin energy is almost blowing up the county, disturbing people's dreams."
"I obey!"
With a face full of excitement and high spirits, Haotou followed the order and left.
As soon as Liuzhangxuhua walked away, Chen Chi ran out excitedly and almost tripped over the threshold.
"Master..."
Chen Chi's face was filled with excitement and he wanted to congratulate him, but the words came to his lips but it was a little hard to say.
The master is an eminent monk in this world, the light of righteousness, but he has become the king behind the underworld in Wenhe County. It always feels weird.
To use the allusion in the book I read recently, wouldn't it mean... to raise a bandit to respect himself?
Uh... bah bah.
"Chen Chi, you should go to bed quickly. Studying hard is the way out."
Zhou Yi walked towards the back room, his tone somewhat uninterested.
Chen Chi stared at Zhou Yi's round and bright back. He was a little puzzled at first, but soon his eyes filled with deep respect.
From the side, a maid asked furtively, "Hey, what happened just now? Why do you feel that your monk master suddenly became depressed?"
Chen Chi's face showed joy: "A major event has happened that can determine the fate of countless people in Wenhe County. But to the master, it is just like a snail's name, a small profit, and it is not worth mentioning. That's why he is so calm...
…and be silent.”
Xiangzhu pouted: "Tsk, I've only been reading for a few days and I'm already so literate.
But you're right, he is indeed the kind of person who doesn't want to live up to his reputation."