Chapter 1386: Buddha and Demon

In the Western Buddhist world, among the barren mountains and mountains, thousands of monks in Tsing Yi walked forward with Zen sticks in their hands, punishing demons and exorcising evil spirits.

"Uncle, can you make some fasting rice?"

In front of a small courtyard, the ascetic monk stopped, looked at the old man in the courtyard, and spoke.

In the small courtyard, the old man saw the monk in Tsing Yi outside, opened the fence made of wood, and said, "Master, please come in." ”

"Thank you, uncle. ”

The monk in Tsing Yi thanked him and walked into the courtyard.

"The old man brought some food to the master. ”

The old man took the bowl from the monk's hand and walked tremblingly towards the room.

After a while, the old man came with a meal and handed it to the monk in front of him.

"Thank you. ”

The monk in Tsing Yi took the meal and began to eat it with a tired face.

The old man stood aside and watched the monk gobble up his meal, his expression was peaceful, and there was not much heterogeneity.

This is not the first time he has seen these ascetic monks, these monks are good people, they are evil spirits for the world, and they are deeply admired by the world.

After eating the fast, the monk in Tsing Yi did not stay long and got up and left.

The old man was sent to the front of the hospital and watched the monk leave.

Between the barren mountains and mountains, there are many spirits, there are pedestrians who are frightened by the spirits, one passes ten, ten passes hundreds, the whereabouts of these spirits are exposed, and it will not be long before there will be a monk in Tsing Yi to come and subdue these spirits of the world.

Ascetic monks never accept money from the people, at most they will only turn into a bowl of rice, and it is precisely for this reason that the ascetics in the Western Buddhist world are deeply respected.

But for some reason, there are far more evil things and spirits in the Western Buddha Realm than in other parts of the Divine Realm, and thousands of monks in Tsing Yi who have sent out together cannot punish all the evil delusions.

Not long after the old man sent the monk away, outside the courtyard, a plain and white-haired figure walked over, looking at the mountain in front of him, and his cold eyes flashed with different colors.

I heard that there is a big temple in this mountain, it is a famous Buddhist temple nearby, an old monk in the temple, the Dharma is incomparable, it can open the light for the Dharma instrument, and the soul of the dead ascends to heaven, and has also made people become Buddhas.

It is not strange to open the light for the Dharma instrument and ascend to heaven beyond the soul of the dead, but it is not something that ordinary Buddhas can do to make people become Buddhas.

"Immortal Chief, haven't you arrived yet?"

On Ning Chen's shoulder, the little gourd pulled a strand of hair and asked.

"It's coming. ”

Ning Chen looked at the majestic mountain in front of him and replied.

"Youkai!"

At this time, in the small courtyard, the old man saw the little man talking on the shoulder of the white-haired man outside the courtyard, and said in fear.

Xiao Hulu heard the old man's shout, looked over with big eyes, pursed his mouth, and said, "I'm not a monster. ”

"Youkai. ”

The old man retreated from his feet, and after three or two steps, he quickly turned around and ran back to the house.

"Immortal Chief. ”

The little gourd was extremely aggrieved and said, "I'm not a monster. ”

"The little gourd is a fairy, of course not a monster. ”

A smile appeared on Ning Chen's cold face and responded.

Hearing the master's persuasion, the little gourd quickly recovered his mood and started playing by himself.

Ning Chen glanced at the small courtyard next to him, thought thoughtfully, and then walked towards the mountain in front of him.

Buddha gas, only here have people from Buddhism come here.

Dervishes?

Ning Chen took the little gourd into the mountain, and as soon as he entered the mountain forest, the little gourd seemed to have entered his own home, running around happily with his bare feet.

"Be careful not to encounter a beast that eats you. ”

Behind, Ning Chen opened his mouth to remind.

"I'm not afraid of beasts. ”

The little gourd turned around and said a word, and continued to run forward happily.

Ning Chen followed unhurriedly, looking at the endless mountains and forests ahead, looking for traces of the legendary temple.

Unconsciously, half a day passed, the sun set, and in the mountains and forests, the sky quickly darkened.

"What the hell!"

When the sky was dark, in front of him, the immature voice of the little gourd sounded, sharp and piercing.

Hearing this, Ning Chen frowned slightly, and walked over.

In the woods ahead, the little gourd flew back quickly, hugged the former's arm, and said, "Immortal chief, there are ghosts." ”

"Don't be afraid. ”

Ning Chen comforted softly and walked forward.

In the woods, there were more than a dozen white-clothed phantoms floating around, all of them women, their tongues sticking out, terrifying and abnormal.

Among the many unjust souls, the monk in Tsing Yi stood with a Zen staff in his hand, and his body was filled with Buddha power, blocking the ghost qi and devouring the body.

"Immortal, there are so many ghosts. ”

The little gourd hid behind Ning Chen and whispered.

"It's not a ghost. ”

Ning Chen said calmly, "It's an unjust soul." ”

"What is a wronged soul?"

The little gourd was puzzled.

"Before death, you don't blink your eyes, and after death, the three souls don't disperse. ”

Ning Chen said lightly, these women, like the women outside the broken temple at the beginning, were not normal deaths, it seems that this seemingly peaceful Western Buddha realm is not a pure land.

Ahead, among the many unjust souls, the monk in Tsing Yi stood aside with his Zen staff, put his hands together, recited mantras, and began to resolve the surrounding unjust souls.

The monk chanted the sutra, and the golden light filled the air, and the surrounding souls immediately screamed.

The ghost spirit gradually dissipated, and more than a dozen unjust souls returned to their original appearance, all of them were women in their twenties, at the age of their prime, and died with hatred.

"Spare your life. ”

The ghost spirit dissipated, and more than a dozen unjust souls knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, their expressions full of fear.

"Amitabha!"

The monk in Tsing Yi opened his eyes, his body was full of Buddha power, without any mercy, and continued to chant sutras, wanting to save all these unjust souls.

"Huh?"

At this time, the monk in Tsing Yi looked shocked, his eyes looked at the white-haired figure walking in front of him, and his eyes were solemn.

This is?

Demon!

The real demon, the monk in Tsing Yi was on full alert and nervous.

Ahead, more than a dozen unjust souls saw this and immediately fled in all directions.

"Amitabha!"

The monk in Tsing Yi looked cold, stretched out his hand to hold the Zen staff, and immediately slammed it to the ground.

In an instant, the monk killed, and the Buddha's power permeated, instantly dispersing all the unjust souls.

"Why did you kill them?"

Ning Chen stepped forward and asked calmly.

The monk's expression sank and he said, "Lonely souls and wild ghosts, mutilating the world, the Buddha can't tolerate it." ”

Ning Chen heard this, nodded slightly, and said, "What about the demon?"

"me!"

The monk in Tsing Yi said with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Let's go. ”

After speaking, Ning Chen walked past the monk, and the sword light rose silently without warning.

In the throat of the monk in Tsing Yi, sword marks appeared, and immediately blood gushed out, staining the mountains and forests red.

"Why did the Immortal Elder kill him?" the little gourd wondered.

"Why did he kill those unjust souls?" Ning Chen didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

"Because ghosts hurt people. The little gourd replied.

"Why do ghosts harm people?" Ning Chen continued.

When the little gourd heard this, his little head was suddenly not enough, and he couldn't think of an answer.

"Because to live. ”

Ning Chen said calmly, "It's like a beast that preys on cattle and sheep, the purpose is just to live." ”

Xiao Hulu looked dazed, felt reasonable, and felt a little incomprehensible.

"Don't think about it so much. ”

Ning Chen smiled and said, "If I don't kill him, he will also find a way to kill me, Buddha and demon can't coexist in the first place." ”

When the monk in Tsing Yi died, deep in the mountains and forests, in the temple, the old Buddha opened his eyes, looked ahead, and a flash of light flashed.

Devil?

Chapter 1387: Killing a Monk and Becoming a Demon

Under the dark night, the mountains and forests are unusually dark, the moonlight is difficult to shine, and the whole mountain and forest cannot be seen with five fingers, which is eerie and terrifying.

Ning Chen walked in the mountains and forests with the little gourd, all the way to the depths of the mountains and forests.

In the cold night, the cold wind blew, cold and biting, the little gourd hid in Ning Chen's collar, looking around with big eyes, not daring to come out.

After walking for about two hours, deep in the mountains and forests, Ning Chen walked over, looking at the temple on the mountainside in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Ning Chen stepped on his feet, and his figure rose into the air.

The demon is close, and on the mountainside, the golden light is sheng, wanting to block the demon from approaching.

However, the white-haired demon, whose cultivation was shocking, was in the golden light, and it had no effect at all.

In the temple, the old monk felt it and his expression was condensed.

Outside the temple, Ning Chen came to bathe in the light of the Buddha and stretched out his hand to open the door of the temple.

With a squeak, the door opened, Ning Chen stepped in, in front of the main hall, separated from the palace door, the two looked at each other.

"I've seen the master. ”

Outside the hall, Ning Chen stopped and bowed.

In the main hall, the old monk spoke, "Donor, you are in the wrong place. ”

"I came here on purpose to ask the master to help transform the gods. ”

Ning Chen said calmly.

When the old monk heard this, his expression sank, and he said, "Your Excellency is a demon, why do you want to turn into a god." ”

"Demon?"

Ning Chen muttered softly, the dark color in his eyes faded, and the blood-colored magic pattern in the center of his eyebrows disappeared, and his aura changed, regaining his divinity.

"So, is it okay?" Ning Chen said.

In the main hall, the old monk looked shocked, and his face showed disbelief.

With a squeak, the door of the main hall opened, and Ning Chen walked in, looked at the figure in front of the Buddha statue in the main hall, bowed politely, and said, "Master." ”

"You're not a demon!"

The old monk looked the person in front of him up and down and said.

"Is it really that important whether it's a human or a demon?" Ning Chen asked.

"Of course. The old monk said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Ning Chen sighed softly and said, "I'm sorry, I'm in the wrong place." ”

As soon as the words fell, Ning Chen's eyes returned to ink, and at the center of his eyebrows, blood lines appeared, and his demonic nature was amazing.

In Ning Chen's hand, the magic sword appeared, and with a swing of the sword, he saw blood sealing his throat.

The old monk's body was shocked, and his eyes were full of shock.

The gushing blood stained the earth in front of the Buddha red, and it was unusual.

Ning Chen turned to leave, and after a while, he disappeared into the night.

In the mountains and fields, Ning Chen looked at the Heavenly Divine Moon and said, "Little Hulu, if I become a demon who kills people without blinking, will you be afraid?"

Inside the collar, the little gourd shook his head lightly and said, "No." ”

"Why?" Ning Chen said softly.

"Immortal is a good person. The little gourd said loudly.

Ning Chen smiled faintly, nodded and said, "When I came to this Western Buddha Realm, I have heard of a law, killing ten thousand monks, and becoming a demon on the ground, I was hesitant before, but now I won't." ”

In the Western Buddhist world, there is no shortage of monks in Tsing Yi, since he has decided, kill them all.

Under the moon, the demon whose hands were stained with the blood of the Buddha made an astonishing decision again, killing the monk and turning the demon into a demon, and making every effort to enhance his strength.

Three days later, in a barren mountain range, a monk in Tsing Yi fell silently, and at the throat, the sword was cracked and the bones were broken, destroying the monk's vitality.

Not far from the monk, the ghosts trembled, and under the power of the demons, they did not dare to move for half a minute.

"Stand down. ”

Ning Chen glanced at the ghost and said lightly.

The goblin immediately knelt down and saluted, and then got up and left.

After killing the Buddha and saving the ghost, Ning Chen took the magic sword stained with the blood of the Buddha and left, disappearing.

In the following months, Ning Chen walked among the mountains and rivers all day long, looking for monks in Tsing Yi.

Under the magic sword, there are more and more monks in Tsing Yi who have died, and more and more ghosts have been rescued.

In the Western Buddhist world, the legend of ghosts and monsters eating people is becoming more and more popular, although no one has ever seen it with their own eyes, but such rumors have spread throughout the Buddhist world.

"Don't you know, a few days ago, I saw more than a dozen green-faced and fanged ghosts in the mountains, eating a living person, it's terrible. ”

In the teahouse, Mr. Storyteller told a group of people what he had seen and heard, and everyone was stunned.

"You're a liar!"

At this time, at the table not far away, a young girl spoke, crossed her waist and said, "Where are there so many ghosts in this world." ”

Mr. Storyteller raised his head, looked at the girl not far away, and said unhappily, "Little girl, what I have seen with my own eyes can still be fake, those ghosts are on the mountain outside the city, if you don't believe it, you can go and see it." ”

"Just go, I'll definitely come back to expose your lies. ”

The girl spoke, took the sword on the table, and walked towards the outside of the teahouse.

A hundred miles away from the small city, on the barren mountain, the girl came with a sword, and when she walked in front of the mountain forest, she had a little retreat in her heart.

Ahead, the sky was getting dark, and in the depths of the mountains and forests, it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

The girl stood for a long time, gritted her teeth, and walked towards the mountain forest in front of her.

In the mountains and forests, the wind is howling, and it sounds creepy.

The girl clenched the sword in her hand and walked for more than ten miles, becoming more and more frightened in her heart.

Around, the sky has completely darkened, and it can be seen that it is less than a zhang.

"Woo. ”

At this time, the woman's cry sounded, desolate and desolate, eerie and terrifying.

The inexplicable crying in the dark night made people even more frightened, and the girl immediately stopped her steps and trembled.

"Give me my life!"

An eerie shout sounded, and a ten-digit white-clothed phantom appeared, floating in the void, surrounding the girl.

"Hell!"

When the girl saw this, she immediately screamed, covered her head, and was so frightened that she couldn't give up.

Around, more than a dozen white-clothed phantoms floated, getting closer and closer, with hideous faces and terrifying faces.

Half an hour later, the surroundings gradually quieted down, and the girl looked up, but there was no one in front of her.

The ghost was gone, and the girl stretched out her hands, looked at her body, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I wasn't eaten.

"Ahh

At this time, in the mountains and forests, a terrible cry rose, shaking the birds and beasts in all directions.

When the girl heard this, she overwhelmed the fear in her heart and ran quickly.

In front, the monk in Tsing Yi waved the Zen staff in his hand, shaking away one white-clothed phantom after another.

More than a dozen white-clothed phantoms were all killed in a blink of an eye, and in the hands of the green-clothed monks, bowls flew up, sucking the remaining soul power of all the unjust souls into it.

When the girl saw this scene, her heart was shocked.

At this moment, at the end of the night, a plain and white-haired figure walked forward, his eyes were as black as ink, and his eyebrows were engraved with blood-colored magic patterns, which was terrifying.

The monk in Tsing Yi felt it, looked ahead, and his expression suddenly froze.

Demon!

After a few breaths, the white-haired demon approached, and without saying a word, he passed by, and the sword light was dazzling.

The Tsing Yi monk's body trembled, and he didn't even have room to fight back, and his figure went straight to the back.

Bang!

At Ning Chen's feet, the monk's bowl was directly crushed, and more than a dozen remnant souls escaped, instinctively saluted, and then flew to the depths of the mountain forest.