Early the next morning.

In the distance, the hazy yellow-robed mountain top carried a round of orange-red and orange balls, and the golden glow shone brightly on the Buddha statue in the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Delanruo Temple.

With the ringing of three bells, the monk opened the gate of Lanruo Temple.

Several pilgrims who had been waiting at the door for a long time walked in.

These pilgrims are regulars, and they spend a lot of money to buy a large amount of incense wax directly at the old monk next to the votive pond in the front yard.

Although the incense wax here is dozens of times more expensive than the outside, the monks in the temple said that these incense waxes have been opened, and only the incense wax that has been opened can make the Buddha and Bodhisattva listen to the prayers of pilgrims.

The monk at the door touched his bulging belly.

During this time, I don't know what happened in the temple, the chicken, duck and fish meat in the past are gone, and I eat something that is not oily all day long.

Lost all my weight by starvation......

At the corner of the rugged and steep mountain ladder, the figures of an old man and a young man appeared in the sight of the monk of Zhike.

The younger one is estimated to be more than ten years old, and the older one is too old, and it seems that he must be 100 years old.

It must be hard to climb such a steep road.

However, the monk had no intention of going to help.

Ordinary people want to visit the Buddha and Bodhisattva, and go through some hardships and setbacks, that's right.

Zhou Fan led Dao Xuan to the gate of Lanruo Temple, and suddenly stood still, his face expressionless.

"Amitabha, dare to ask the two donors whether they came to Lanruo Temple to worship the Buddha or solve their doubts. The monk clasped his hands together and raised a compassionate smile on his face.

Zhou Fan didn't reply, just stood like this, as if he was carefully examining Lanruo Temple.

Dao Xuan obediently stood half a step behind Zhou Fan.

In Zhou Fan's eyes, there was nothing wrong with the surface of Lanruo Temple.

However, deep in the backyard, there are thousands of evil spirits, which are intertwined and squeezed with each other, densely hidden in the root system of the locust tree.

Because the locust tree naturally absorbs yin qi, the yin qi of these powerful ghosts has not leaked in the slightest, and it will not be visible if you only cultivate spells such as psychic eyes.

Zhou Fan could see the clues, or because he had entered the early stage of the Chaoyuan Realm, the range that his eyes could observe was greatly enhanced.

There is a cellar deep in the ground of the main courtyard, and a golden centipede more than a foot long is struggling frantically, and I don't know how long it has been struggling.

"Donor?" Seeing that Zhou Fan ignored him, the monk asked again.

"The old man came to read the Buddhist scriptures of Lanruo Temple. Zhou Fan's voice was a little cold.

It's just that the monk didn't hear it, and when he heard that Zhou Fan was going to see the Buddhist scriptures, a smile appeared on his face.

"Amitabha, if the donor wants to read the Buddhist scriptures, please move to the Xinmu Temple, and go through the approval of the first dry ginseng master in the Xinmu Temple. ”

There are many such cases, and many old people who believe in Buddhism like to read Buddhist scriptures.

Of course, there is a fee for reading Buddhist scriptures.

If the money is enough, that is, you have a relationship with the Buddha, and you can watch the transcription by yourself.

If you don't have enough money..... Have you ever heard that the law should not be passed on lightly?

Even if those are just ordinary scriptures that have no cultivation methods.

Zhou Fan did not answer the words of the monk Zhike, and directly led Dao Xuan into the Lanruo Temple.

The monk hurriedly followed and showed the way behind.

"Donor, this way.... There is a backyard where visiting pilgrims are not allowed to enter. ”

The monk found that Zhou Fan was walking straight to the backyard, and hurriedly spoke to stop him.

Zhou Fan ignored it and walked forward on his own.

"Stop!" The monk reached out and wanted to grab Zhou Fan's robe, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, the whole person seemed to be in danger and couldn't move.

"Amitabha, who are you, this is the residence of monks, worship Buddha and burn incense, please go to the front yard. When the two cleaning monks in the backyard saw Zhou Fan and Dao Xuan coming here, they all put down their work and folded their hands.

Zhou Fan glanced slightly.

Rumble....

There was a buzzing sound in the minds of the two monks, and they fainted and fell to the ground.

Along the way, Zhou Fan was still in a no-man's land, but whenever a monk stopped him, he was either solidified by the huge mana or hypnotized.

"Squeak"

The dead branches and fallen leaves on the ground were trampled by Dao Xuan.

Zhou Fan stopped under the old locust tree at this moment and stared.

A cool autumn breeze suddenly rose, and the withered yellow leaves fluttered in the wind.

It seems that everything is normal here, and there is nothing out of the ordinary.

Zhou Fan relied on his subtle eyesight, and could see that the locust tree was trembling in fear, and the autumn wind was just a cover-up.

This locust tree is very peculiar and has become a demon.

However, the body is a demon, but the soul is a collection of thousands of ghosts, of which women account for the majority.

The ghost should have been desperate for revenge when he was born, but the body was buried under this thousand-year-old locust tree, and his soul was absorbed by the locust tree, and he was trapped and could not get out.

After all, there are Buddhist monks in Lanruo Temple, if it is a powerful ghost born after the death of a mortal, it is impossible to take revenge, but it will be beaten by those Buddhist monks, and it will never be reborn.

In the final analysis, this locust tree can be regarded as saving these unjust souls.

Over time, more and more ghosts were inhaled and fused with each other to become a new spirit.

The new soul is no longer a pure irrational ghost, but has wisdom, gradually controls the entire locust tree, and becomes one with the locust tree, becoming a locust tree spirit.

The locust tree spirit knew that he was not the opponent of the monk of Lanruo Temple, and he had been hiding his cultivation, waiting for the opportunity to take revenge.

Zhou Fan sighed lightly and said: "Hey, don't be afraid, the old man is not here to subdue demons and eliminate demons, not to mention that you are a person in front of you, but you became a demon by chance." ”

The shaking of the locust tree stopped.

"Your hatred, you can solve it yourself, the old man will help you. ”

After Zhou Fan finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the trunk of the locust tree.

Flowers bloom instantly.

Intense vitality erupts within the trunk of the locust tree.

Vitality is a great supplement for the essence of plants and trees.

The trunk of the locust tree began to grow taller and thicker at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the roots of the ground were digging into the mountain.

The leaves of the tree that were originally withered and yellow fall off on their own, and young shoots begin to grow on the branches.

After three breaths, Zhou Fan withdrew his supernatural powers.

A breeze blows through the locust tree, and the entire Lanruo Temple can smell the fragrance of the sudden locust flowers.

The locust tree spirit only felt a thousand years in a moment, and his body was filled with huge demonic power, and it seemed that he was no weaker than the hideous-looking old bald donkey in his impression.

The hatred is as deep as the sea and waits for a long time, and the bitterness is willing to meet the nobles.

A fluctuation of mana.

A woman appeared in front of Zhou Fan and Dao Xuan, it was the form of the locust tree spirit conjured up with mana, with an ordinary appearance, speaking with overlapping sounds, and most of the female voices.

I saw that the woman knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and even the locust tree itself kept bending the trunk, and the branches fell to the ground and kowtowed.

"Thank you to the old gods for their help, the great grace and virtue of the concubine can not be repaid, and after the concubine takes revenge, she will definitely build a temple for the old gods, and worship day and night. ”

Dao Xuan looked at the woman in front of him suspiciously, thought about it, and regained his composure.

Probably considering whether the other party belongs to wet oviparization.

Facing the gratitude of the locust tree spirit, Zhou Fan bowed slightly.