After the disciple disappeared out of thin air, Xuan Ming was finally knocked down by great grief and staggered around the altar, tears in his eyes. The spiritual power that Youshu entered into his pupils through the palm of his hand has not yet dissipated, so the current Bodhi Temple is already a different appearance.

He looked down the steps with a blank expression, and there were people standing all around, none other than the most prominent nobles in Shangjing, either high, graceful, or reserved and steady. They wore the brightest clothes, the most delicate and expensive ornaments, and they looked so sanctimonious.

Although Xuan Ming is broad-minded, kind and righteous, he is not the kind of fool who does not understand the world and only knows penance. He has experienced the heat and coldness of the world, and naturally understands that people's hearts are sinister. In the past, he always took it as his responsibility to save the world, no matter whether it was good or bad, as long as he was in danger, he was willing to lend a helping hand, because he believed in the inherent goodness of human nature, and also believed that those who have made mistakes will always find their way back one day.

Now, however, he has deep doubts about the ideas he once held. I saw that everyone in the audience, except for young children, almost every one of them had a ghost attached to him. They have hideous faces and resentful expressions, or squeak and grind their teeth, or sneer repeatedly, or stretch out their claws to dig out their brains and hearts. However, their enemies are all from extraordinary backgrounds, and auspicious clouds surround the top, and with that meager grievance, they can't help each other at all. In the long wait, they often have only one ending, that is, their souls are scattered and they will never be reincarnated.

Many unjust souls gathered together, forming a thick black mist one after another, and from a distance, the Bodhi Temple, which was once full of Buddha's light and quiet and holy, turned into a ghostly Shura field. Especially that Wang Xiangqian, there was a two-zhang tall thousand-faced ghost attached to his back, and every face was twisted, roaring, roaring, and "Give me back" echoed over the altar, like hell reappearing.

It is not difficult for Xuan Ming to imagine that these people must have been killed by Wang Xiangqian, and the sins he created were enough to make him go to eighteen layers of hell. With such a father, how can Wang Tianyou be good?

Xuan Ming turned his head and looked at the culprit on the lotus platform, not surprisingly, two little ghosts also appeared beside the other party, their bodies were covered with bruises, and their appearance was even more miserable than that of Miaochen. It can be seen from this that Wang Tianyou has long been addicted to killing, and his crime cannot be punished. Is it really possible for such a person to be transformed? Can you really abandon evil and promote good? He didn't fall into evil at all, everything he did was out of his nature, how could he change his ways?

If he is saved, how will my apprentice Miaochen be blind? Xuan Ming hugged the little body in his arms tightly and smiled sadly, "The damage to the body can be healed, and the loss of virtue can be corrected, but if the human heart is broken, how can it be made up for by reciting a few verses?" The poor monk is shallow, he can cross people, but he can't cross the devil, so the son has become a demon, and please ask Lord Wang to invite another master. ”

When he said this, he hung his head from beginning to end, not looking at the people in the audience, let alone Wang Xiangqian, who was shrouded in a dark ghostly atmosphere. He thought that he could survive all the misery in the world, but he didn't expect it, but the ugliness of the world defeated him first. He had to admit that after all, he was just a flesh-and-blood person, not a bodhisattva of great compassion, and he couldn't be uncomplaining and treat everyone equally.

He hugged the corpse of the apprentice, walked down the steps step by step, and when he came to the door, he suddenly turned his head to look at Youshu and Ji Changye, showing a little relieved smile. Compared with the nobles who were drowned in the gloomy atmosphere, only these two people were the cleanest, and the golden sunlight sprinkled around them, making it more and more bright and clear, warm and bright.

This is about the last piece of pure land in Bodhi Temple. Thinking of this, Master Xuanming nodded at the two of them, and then resolutely walked out, "All the disciples listened to the order, and immediately went to Shangjing to beat the Dengwen drum with this seat, in order to seek a holy judgment. ”

"The disciple has an order!" The 300 monks of Bodhi Temple responded in unison, and the momentum shook the sky.

In just a few moments, most of the originally crowded temples were empty, and only the pilgrims who came to observe the rituals looked at each other and were at a loss, among which the Wang family's faces were the most ugly. Wang Xiangqian vowed to sue the official, not because he was convinced of his son's conduct, but because he had connections in Dali Temple, the Criminal Department, and the Inspectorate, so he could firmly control the situation in the palm of his hand, and he could take the opportunity to remove some obstacles.

But right now, Master Xuanming actually took Miaochen's corpse directly to beat the Dengwen drum and asked for the Holy Judge, not to mention the unique position he had in the Ming Dynasty, he was thousands of believers in Shangjing, and he would not let go of the murderer. He deliberately made the matter known to everyone, so as to achieve the goal of strictly prohibiting anyone who was involved from interfering, which shows that he did not believe the Wang family's statement. Moreover, he also repeatedly asserted that Wang Tianyou had fallen into the devil and could not be crossed, which was deliberately cutting off Wang Tianyou's retreat.

Let's ask how the "human demons" in the mouth of the national teacher participate in the imperial examination, how to enter the office, and how to be a supreme minister? He didn't show it on his face, but he showed his suspicion and hatred for the Wang family in his actions. Although the Wang family has some face in front of the prince, it is not irreplaceable. The crown prince's position is stable, and the holy family is generous, he can promote whoever he wants, and he can suppress whoever he wants, and there is no need to worry about it at all. The Wang family had offended the lord of Anwar before, and now they have formed a mortal enmity with Master Xuanming, and it is self-evident which side the prince will stand on.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiangqian couldn't help but sink his face. He turned his head to stare at Youshu, and his dark pupils turned in the middle - stirring up the monstrous killing intent, and he actually decided that the previous qiē was all done by Youshu.

"Bring this son of a son back!" He didn't have a good seizure, so he only waved his hand and asked the guards to carry Wang Tianyou down, and then returned to Beijing immediately with his family, wanting to take the initiative to enter the palace to ask for guilt before Master Xuanming beat the Dengwen drum. His son's future can be ruined, but his career must not be ruined.

In the blink of an eye, the Bodhi Temple finally regained its previous tranquility. Youshu originally wanted to ask Master Xuanming how long his lost spiritual power could last, but he didn't expect him to be so resolute, so he left directly with the corpse.

Well, we can always meet in the future. Xiao Xiao sighed, he quickly ran to the master's side, habitually hugging each other's waist. As soon as Master Xuanming saw it, he could naturally see it. This world infested with ghosts and monsters is more dangerous than the end of the world, at least zombies are tangible things that can be wiped out by all means, but ghosts are invisible and traceless, and they can't even be touched, so how can they resist?

If it weren't for the luck of meeting the master and being protected by him, Youshu believed that he would have become a wisp of unjust soul and a wisp of dust. In this dangerous Shura field, the master is his only life and the only pure land, so how can he not be nostalgic?

With a thousand turns in his heart, Youshu put her cheek on the young man's back and hooked her lips slightly.

Ji Changye couldn't see the young man's expression, and he couldn't guess what he was thinking, but he could sense this strong attachment through his constantly tightening arms. He felt both a dilemma and a vague joy, and then he was shocked, pressed the inexplicable joy into his heart, and deliberately forgot it.

Gently patting the back of the young man's hand, he said astringently, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." "As long as I'm in the day, I won't let anyone hurt you.

Youshu shook her head and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not afraid." "As long as you're there, I'm not afraid of anything.

Master Xuanming and Wang Xiangqian returned to Beijing one after another, and the layout of Beijing was afraid that it would change, so Ji Changye did not dare to delay, and immediately led everyone down the mountain. His hurried behavior did not arouse the suspicion of others, and when such a horrific thing happened, no one wanted to stay in the Bodhi Temple for long, so he cleaned up the fine and soft as quickly as possible, and ran away.

After returning to Beijing, Ji Changye suddenly became busy, often not seeing anyone for three or five days, and the two little ghosts also followed Wang Tianyou back to Wang's house in order to take revenge. Youshu had to sigh that she was lucky and learned the way to absorb the dragon qi at a critical moment, otherwise she would have been eaten by the powerful ghosts by now.

Wang Xiangqian is now busy cleaning up the aftermath of his son and can't get out, but Youshu can't forget the murderous gaze of the other party when he looks at him for a moment. Rather than waiting for the other party to assassinate, it is better to strike first, he thought about it and decided to kill Wang Xiangqian first.

On this day, while the master was out on errands, he asked two little ghosts to bring the thousand-faced ghost attached to Wang Xiangqian's back. The two little ghosts were fed with two drops of his blood, and the Tao had already exceeded two hundred years, although the thousand-faced ghosts were fused and devoured by thousands of unjust souls, and they were extremely angry, but they were not the opponents of the little ghosts, and they were carried into the room and pressed to the ground.

He is a collection of thousands of resentments, only knows revenge, and does not have the ability to think clearly and independently. He didn't dare to resist the little ghost, and when he saw the young man sitting on the top, he suddenly burst into trouble, and a thousand big mouths let out a sharp roar in unison. Youshu didn't dodge or dodge, but only threw a slap when he hit close.

Hearing a crisp sound of "pop", the Thousand-Faced Ghost was knocked away for several feet, and a slap mark with purple flames was branded on one of the cheeks of the Thousand-Faced Ghost, and it gradually spread to the plain. He suddenly lost his arrogance, and wailed and drilled into the ground, but was dragged by the ankles by two imps and pulled out.

"What a howl, my lord has something to ask you." The boy also slapped the Thousand Faces to the ground, and then swung a yin wind to cut off the face that was about to burn out.

Losing a face, the Thousand-Faced Ghost was indeed much more honest, curled himself up into a ball, hid on the beam of the house and shivered. At this young age, this mortal is even more terrifying than a ghost.

Youshu took a few steps forward, looked up and said, "Do you want revenge?" As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he seemed to like to ask this sentence recently.

The two little imps knew about his entanglement with the Wang family, and immediately spoke earnestly, "My lord, if you want to kill Wang Xiangqian, why bother this little ghost, we can do it for you." ”

"If you have a wronged debtor, you just have to deal with Wang Tianyou, and when the great revenge is avenged and your wish is fulfilled, then you can be reincarnated, and you don't need to be controlled by me, let alone create and kill for me." Youshu doesn't like to drive ghost slaves, he prefers them to leave the world in peace like the little novice. He doesn't owe anyone else, and he doesn't let others owe him.

The two little ghosts burst into tears, feeling in their hearts, and they wanted to smear the young man's liver and brain more and more, and were about to show their loyalty again, and the thousand-faced ghost urn on the beam snatched Bai Dao angrily, "I want to take revenge!" "If you die, you want to pull the king elephant to hell!

Thousands of echoes echoed in the room, like thunder in the ears. The two little ghosts were slightly unwell, but Youshu was not affected at all, but curled the corners of her lips and beckoned, "Then come and make a deal with me." ”