The group walked up a winding mountain road, which soon became rough, and in some places it was necessary to climb with both hands and feet, but the walk was very calm, and there was no sign of any animal presence around. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After climbing the mountain road for about ten minutes, I turned a steep curve, and the front suddenly became clear, and the originally dense ghost fog disappeared all at once.

"What's that?"

Everyone saw a huge open field in front of them, the size of three or four basketball courts, and in this open space stood a lone dilapidated house, which was completely free of any ghost fog within more than fifty meters of the upper and lower sides.

"House?"

There must be a reason why the ghost fog didn't dare to approach here, and everyone immediately became vigilant.

"Is it the Dharma?"

The ghost rode the wind out of the group, because he felt that there was a burst of Dharma qi coming from this lonely house, and there was such a place in the ghost domain?

"What? Is there a Dharma? How can it be? ”

Everyone was taken aback.

"Let's go in and have a look."

After the ghost rode the wind, he was about to go inside, since there was the qi of the Dharma, there was no danger here, and the four manifest ghosts did not send any danger signals.

"Wait a minute, I'll go check it out first."

A soldier suddenly stood in front of Ghost Riding the Wind, and he and the other four soldiers nodded to each other and walked over.

This house is not very big, only about forty or fifty square meters, but the situation inside is not clear because of a large number of ghost fog blocking it above.

The soldier took the gun and carefully walked to the door and pushed open the half wooden door, the old wooden door of I don't know how many years made a creaking sound, the soldier stood at the door and looked inside slightly, it seemed that there was no problem, he carefully got into it.

Soon, his voice was heard.

"Come in, everybody, no problem."

So the crowd quickly followed, and two soldiers stood guard outside.

The house was very dark and dry, with a dilapidated wooden table in the corner, and an old-fashioned rocking chair in the doorway, but in the middle of the house there was a man-high alcove, on which stood two tall statues, a man and a woman dressed in ancient costumes looking into the distance, although after an unknown number of years, even the paint on their bodies was almost gone, but from that look in their eyes could vaguely see their determined expressions.

"It's a temple."

The crowd immediately judged.

That's right, this is a temple, but it is not a Buddha and Taoist ancestor who are enshrined in it, but these two ordinary people whose names are unknown.

"This temple enshrines two people named Wang Tiande, the other is his wife Xu, these two people are the local residents of the Qing Dynasty during the Xianfeng period, when the world was in turmoil, the Taiping army swept the entire south, the central and southern regions are not very peaceful, the wanderers everywhere are indiscriminately killing innocents, at that time there were thousands of rogues who wanted to loot the local residents, the local government was beaten away, this Wang Tiande and his wife led thousands of villagers to fight back, the battle was very cruel, the villagers could not resist each other and fought and retreated, relying on this mountain to resist to the death, This Wang Tiande took the lead and went down the mountain to fight for several hours and finally repelled the enemy, but he was also seriously injured and finally died, and his wife also committed suicide and martyrdom, and the local villagers built this temple in order to commemorate them, which has been one hundred and seventy or eighty years now. ”

A soldier told everyone, and at the same time, several soldiers looked up at the two statues, and their eyes also showed admiration.

The military has already checked the information here, and this temple has long been written in the local county annals.

"What a strong character, a hero."

Everyone was also very emotional when they heard the deeds of these two people.

However, the deeds of these two people are indeed singing and crying, but they are not high monks, so why is there a trace of Buddhism here?

"There should be a Buddhist magic weapon here, everyone look for it."

The ghost rode the wind and said to everyone, and he was just about to start looking for it, when suddenly a voice came from his ear.

"Don't look for it, the poor monk is ......... here."

As the voice sounded, a figure appeared in mid-air.

"Who is it?"

Everyone was startled, they took out all kinds of magic weapons, and when they saw that things were not good, they had to greet each other, this ghost can make a sound directly, this strength has undoubtedly reached the level of robbing ghosts, in the face of robbing ghosts, even ghosts dare to be careless, he immediately recalled the four manifestation ghosts, and once they found that they were not good, they would call the old ghost out.

"Haha, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, my body and bones can no longer withstand your magic weapon attacks."

I saw the ghost of a kind old man appear in the air, dressed in a robe, obviously a monk before his death.

"Little guy, you and I have had a few encounters, I don't know if you still remember the old decay?"

The ghost slowly landed on the ground, looking at the fire house and smiling.

"You are? Ah, you are the ......... of Grand Master Mihong. ”

Everyone was shocked when they heard this name, this Mihong Mage was all too familiar to them.

Master Mihong was born in the late Qing Dynasty, poor since childhood, when the world was in turmoil, and all living beings were miserable, so he had a grand wish to purify all living beings since he was a child, and at the age of ten he followed a generation of virtuous monks to humble the monks, and eventually became a generation of monks at the age of fifty.

Master Mihong has spread Buddhism to all sentient beings all his life, and has been taught countless people, and is regarded as one of the three great monks in modern times.

It is rumored that the soul of this kind of character can directly reach the realm of manifested ghosts, and by the power of faith, it is very possible to achieve the ghost robbery, it is rumored that many monks can still listen to him in their dreams after the death of Master Mihong, which shows that his practice has indeed reached a very high level.

This Mihong Mage had also set up a large array with the Pure Yang Zhenren to institutionalize the sealing of the Ghost Domain, and at that time, the Master of the Fire Residence was still a young man in his twenties, so of course the two knew each other.

"Haha, you remember, that's right, back then, I assisted your senior brother Chunyang Zhenren to set up a big array, and the two families of Buddhism and Taoism joined forces to achieve a good story, oh, by the way, how is your senior brother now?"

"The younger generation visits the master, my senior brother disappeared ten years ago."

This is a legendary monk, where do everyone dare to be presumptuous, hurriedly put away the magic weapon and bow down to give salutes, and the Master of Huoju also considers himself a junior, the Master of Huoju is also over sixty years old this year, but Master Mihong was already ninety years old when he passed away, and now more than thirty years have passed, more than thirty years older than Chunyang Zhenren, and he can be the grandfather of Huoju.

"Oh, it seems that Chunyang has also reached that point, I don't know if I can ...... Hehe, I'm too old. ”

Master Yahiro smiled slightly, no longer thinking about the pure yang.

"Master, why are you in this ghost domain? Is it to overcome these unjust souls? ”

The Master of Fire asked.

"Yes, these unjust souls are all poor people in their lives, they have endured the disasters of the country without vain, these people have to enter this ghost realm after they pass away and still suffer the pain of life, they can't enjoy the joy of humanity in life, and they still suffer endless suffering after death, how can my generation care?"

The master looked at the dense ghostly mist outside, and his eyes showed endless compassion.