In the summer, the most important festival for Buddhism is Obon, which is known as the Midyear Festival and the Ghost Festival.

This kind of festival always has to prepare all kinds of flavors and five fruits, which are used to worship monks, and the "ghost" component of this festival can only be regarded as a reason, not many people are particularly afraid, even if there was a hundred ghosts walking at night not long ago, but at this time, people have forgotten the horror of everyone closing their doors that night, and prepare things with a smile on their faces to worship the monks who passed by.

The sedan chair carried by four people has no canopy and is surrounded on all sides, and the bald monk sits on it wearing a golden robe, and the fine lines on the clothes depict the pattern of Buddhism.

I don't know who sprinkled the petals, One by one, flying all over the sky, in the fragrance, There is a faint Buddhist voice circling, The young monk on the sedan chair has solemn facial features, he closes his eyes and meditates, the corners of his lips move slightly, as if he is reciting a chapter of scripture that requires all the concentration of energy.

The sound of Sanskrit echoed through the room, and Cui Que frowned, feeling the power that tormented the nerves and almost drove people crazy, which is what you should feel as a ghost.

The wild temple on the side has fallen into a state of madness: "I can't stand it, I can't stand it, I'm leaving, I'm going to die!"

He didn't agree to come to see the puja of this pot master from the beginning, but he couldn't resist Cui Que, at this time, he was tortured by this, his reason was gone, looking at Cui Que's eyes without concealing malice and hatred, his five fingers became claws, and it seemed that he was going to tear the person in front of him to pieces at any time, and as a result, he was bound by his body, and he would only be more painful.

The more painful it is, the more it hates, the more it hurts, Nojibo seems to be stuck in a vicious circle, and his struggle is of no avail.

The sedan chair happened to pass downstairs, the pot raised his hand, stopped the sedan chair, looked straight up, just with Cui Que standing by the window, the next moment, the bloated figure lined by the wide clothes floated up like a light feather, at the same time, the rosary that had been pinched in the other party's hand instantly dispersed, like a rainstorm pear blossoms, a hundred and eight Buddha beads, blocking all the directions that this small window can face.

Cui Que flicked his sleeves sideways, and some of the Buddha beads were covered by the sleeves, but the sleeves seemed to be burned by fire, and they appeared one by one.

The holes that appeared quickly made those Buddha beads that couldn't hold it fall to the ground one after another, making a crisp sound, Ye Sifang didn't know when he also hid behind the wall, without the torture of the Buddha sound, he was much better now, his eyes were still red, staring at Cui Que, his eyes were resentful, it was all a good thing that this bastard did, and it was not so stupid to throw himself into the net.

"Ghosts are not allowed to appear in the town, you have broken the commandments. ”

The pot man, who had jumped into the room from the window, said in a flat voice, the movements in his hands did not stop, his palm was slightly red, and the silhouette that slapped it seemed to be able to see a faint white light.

Nojifang, who was pinched as a soft persimmon, rolled on the spot, dodged the palm, and screamed at the same time: "It's not me coming, you look for him, look for him!"

The quick explanation of the main order seemed to save his life, or just because he rolled a little farther, the pot master did not hesitate at all, and turned his hand to attack Cui Que, Cui Que had long been guarding against the other party, even if the ghost power was restrained, the strength in his hand was still undiminished, and he was saying: "I am looking to the Buddha in my heart, and I intend to ask the Lord Hu about the Buddha, how the Lord Hu is so killed, we have not harmed human beings and done evil things." ”

From the perspective of the original owner, the new ghost at this time, he really didn't do anything.

The palm of the pot is merciless, his face is cold, and he is not moved by this, one palm misses, the other palm is connected, and the robe used for grooming is also extraordinary, and when the button is unbuttoned and waved, it is like a large net, which can suppress all the ghosts and monsters at any time.

"Guilty of a precept should be punished. ”

The young and vigorous Ju-sama is obviously not a person who is easily fooled, he never believes in the words of ghosts, and from this point of view, black and white, and gray is not allowed.

discovered this, and found that his current ghost power was restrained everywhere, if it was spiritual power, he would harm such a good person for no reason, Cui Que was unwilling, and sighed lightly, and he was helpless when he encountered this kind of diehard.

With a weak move of mental power, while confusing the other party's spirit, Cui Que tugged on the belt of Nojifang's trousers and jumped out of the window directly.

The sedan chair parked downstairs became a springboard, and the white figure stepped on it like the wind, and quickly jumped into the crowd of spectators, and the next moment, completely disappeared.

The golden robe slowly fell from mid-air, and was draped on the body of the pot master again, the young man's face was calm, no sorrow or joy, he stood at the window for a while, and could not see the figure, and then fell from the window, like a white cloud falling into the world, upright, and sat on the sedan chair again, and the posture before and after seemed to have never changed.

Lowering his eyes, a pair of amber pupils were obscured by his lowered eyelashes, floating like a dream, and he said softly: "Let's go." ”

No one asked why, no one asked what had just happened, the sedan chair moved forward again, and the procession resumed its speed, neither fast nor slow, like the sound of the Buddha sounding again, as if it would never be moved by the world.

In the crowd, someone asked what it was just now, and someone swore that they saw a white fox, and then someone made up a rumor that a fox demon was infatuated with the beauty of the pot, so he came to tempt him...

In the original mountain, by the stream, Cui Que removed the half of the scorched black sleeves, the other party's Buddha power is not completely the power of faith, that kind of mysterious and mysterious familiarity, it is still quite kind, but it is not so friendly to ghosts, the gradually expanding scorched black is like a virus lingering in the ghost power, and only part of the ghost power can be completely eradicated, it is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and the Buddha power is much more powerful and difficult than the one he knows.

"You madman, why the hell did you go to that puja, we almost died, died!"

Nojibo was frightened by the greatest shock ever, and the fear was so great that it gave him the courage to go out and ignore it, and he couldn't care about the other party's power or not, and shouted loudly, expressing his incomprehension of this behavior and resentment that he must bring his own hatefulness.

"You want to die yourself, don't pull me, I don't want to die yet!"

Nojibo is not a powerful monster, he adheres to some rules because they allow him to survive, but he resists some rules because he instinctively desires to be strong, strong enough to trample on them.

Under this contradictory situation, his code of conduct often undergoes some changes that others do not understand, weak as a vassal ant, but at a certain moment he turns his face ruthlessly to the point of being ruthless, which is like his instinct, using the appearance of a temple to confuse travelers to come to board, and biting their throats so that they will not be blinded.

Summer insects can't talk about ice.

Cui Que looked at Nojifang, his hair was scattered, his sleeves were also broken, and he looked a little embarrassed, but his expression was very indifferent, standing by the stream with his hands in his hands, looking at the higher place of the canopy, not the weeds in front of him that could only struggle to get sunlight in the gaps.

"Let's go. ”

Originally, I needed someone to lead the way, but now that this one has become a burden, then, just let it go.

Nojifang was stunned for a moment, this sentence came down from his head like ice water, which made his mind quickly calm down, and hesitated, not that he didn't dare to go, but what about the prohibition in this body?

He wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask, hesitated for a while, and suddenly, he ran away like a rabbit, he had never had the courage to face the attack of Lord Hu, and naturally he didn't dare to face Cui Que who retreated with him.

Cui Que turned around and walked in the opposite direction to Yejifang, since Lord Hu can't talk calmly, then he will go to find someone who can talk, the world is so big, the direction he wants to look for will always be found.

The ghost power is like the wind, and when the envoy is the envoy, sometimes Cui Que thinks of the feeling of resisting the wind in the previous world, these powers are not completely different, even if the origin is different, there are also different ways to the same end, so that he can understand more.

He did not deliberately avoid human villages, so when he found children in a village who had been beaten by a group of children, he waved his sleeves to let the children disperse, bullying the children, whether they were also young children or not, should be condemned.

"My lord, he is a devil, he will bring bad luck!"

One of the leading children who had been beating people with stones had the audacity to shout from a distance, and his voice seemed to be a kind reminder.

Devil? Another kind of monster?

Cui Que also saw some monsters along the way, he could beat them, he couldn't beat them, he only felt eye-opening when he walked over step by step, and now when he heard the special name, he instinctively regarded it as a ghost.

If you look closely, the child whose head was smashed by the stone is bowed and silent, his hair is messy and dirty, his clothes can only be regarded as tattered hemp, and the soles of his bare feet are black, and it is impossible to see whether there is blood or not.

It looked like he was only four or five years old, huddled there, but like a baby, maintaining a posture of bowing and shrinking his head to protect his vulnerability, regardless of the blood and injuries on his body.

He's a human child, not a ghost.

The spiritual power spread and looked, and soon knew what a devil was, and the child who crawled out of the belly of a dead man was a devil.

And his mother, a woman who died in childbirth, would not have had a chance to climb out if she had not been buried with grass and thrown on the mountain.

The old man who picked him up and raised him died not long ago, at the hands of wild beasts, which is not a rare case for people in these villages who live on the mountains, but I don't know who rumored it, it was all because of the bad luck he brought, and then, the bad luck really befell him.

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Haha, so, the counterattack is still unsuccessful.