A kingfisher, flying with a lotus petal. With Hui Guo and Guo Hua, he walked through the street market in Chang'an and went straight to Shengpingfang.

Seeing that his senior brother was indifferent*, Guo Hua leaned over and looked down, because his body had become the size of an ant, and his vision was restricted, the familiar buildings, streets and alleys had long been inexhaustible, and the pedestrians on the road were like giants in the sky.

What an amazing feeling!

A thought in mind. Guo Hua and Hui Guo's lotus chariot has come to a secluded corner of Shengpingfang. Hui Guo recited the incantation, and the two of them fell to the ground gently, a lotus flower fell to the dust, and a kingfisher flew away.

The two turned out of the corner and strolled to the front of the Duhuan Mansion. Du Huan's matter, Guo Hua has heard about it for a long time, and thinks that it is the people of the Du family who seek sacredness and visit Qinglong Temple to ask the Buddha to save Du Huan, and it is Huiguo who will come forward to take over this matter.

Guo Hua buttoned the lion-faced gilt knocker, and there was a burst of footsteps, and the door was opened by a little servant with a tired face, and the man saw a monk and a layman, shook his head, and muttered in his mouth, and said: "I don't know where the god stick and witch man came from, if you have the ability, you can enter, and if you don't have the ability, you should disperse quickly!"

"Qinglong Temple Huiguo!" Huiguo replied unhurriedly, with a peaceful face.

The little servant was startled, as if he remembered the master's request, and hurriedly led the two of them straight to the back house.

Along the way, I bumped into several family members of Du Mansion, all of whom were tired, thinking that these days, the family was tortured by this Du Gongzi.

At this time, Du Huan was asleep. In his room, Du Huan's father was chatting with Zhang Songyao, a visiting waiter of the Ministry of Rites, and it was obvious that he was trying his best to restrain his anxiety and worry. Zhang Songyao couldn't stop consoling and assured that this time Huiguo of Qinglong Temple would come forward, and Du Huan's illness would definitely be cured.

It seems that it was this Lord Zhang who introduced Huiguo to the Du family. It turned out that one night a few months ago, Zhang Songyao was chanting poems and admiring the moon with his favorite concubine, and suddenly a black cat jumped out of the oblique thorn, whined, and rushed straight to the face of the concubine, Zhang Songyao instinctively blocked, the black cat was pushed to the ground, the black cat did not obey, nor flashed, roared, the mane exploded, and jumped up several times to pounce on the concubine, but never succeeded.

The family members on the side saw it, and casually copied wooden sticks and stones to beat the black cat, and killed him a few times. hurt Yaxing for a while, Zhang Songyao hurriedly asked someone to bury the black cat in the back garden. I went back to the room with my concubine to rest.

There was nothing to do in the middle of the night, who knew that when she got up early the next morning, the little concubine's breath was weak, her body was stiff, and she seemed to be dead. This time, Zhang Songyao couldn't help but be afraid, thinking of the evil of the black cat, and a cold sweat went straight down his back.

Zhang Songyao pondered for a long time, and suddenly remembered that Qinglong Temple. Qinglong Temple is one of the three great scholars of the Kaiyuan Dynasty Bukong King Kong created the Buddhist Esoteric altar, Bukong is proficient in the supreme Esoteric Law, the Buddhism is profound, deeply admired by Emperor Xuanzong, and there are many legends about his subjugation of demons and demons.

Zhang Songyao served in the Ministry of Rites, and he also intersected with Bukong at several Dharma meetings organized by the imperial court. So, he personally came to the door to ask this Buddhist King Kong to help him eliminate the disaster. The one sent by Bukong King Kong to help Master Zhang get rid of the evil was this young monk Huiguo.

Huiguo, chose a full moon night. It is said that the night of the full moon is the time when the demonic ferocity is revealed. Huiguo didn't use any injections, but just instructed the Zhang family's nursing home to lead the way, and went to the garden to dig up the cat corpse buried at that time.

After a few times with a shovel, the courtyard revealed an object, and then turned it over with a shovel, and the courtyard was so frightened that it lost the shovel and hid behind everyone. Everyone gathered around to see where there was a cat corpse, but it was a handful of jet-black hair, only a handful of jet-black hair, and the nurse clearly remembered that it was he who buried the black hair that was killed here.

Zhang Songyao was also surprised, and complained again and again in his heart, and sure enough, he met an evil thing, and couldn't help but look at Huiguo on the side, but saw that Huiguo not only did not have the slightest fear, but showed a trace of childlike playfulness on his face. After all, he was still a child, and even though he had cultivated the supreme tantric mysteries, he would occasionally reveal his childish nature.

Hui Guo shook his left hand, and a clump of light bamboo not far away made a rustling sound, and a piece of bamboo that had long since dried up flew diagonally and landed in Hui Guo's hand. With a slight shock, the branches and leaves fell, leaving only a piece of bamboo pole, and Hui Guo weighed the weight, which was quite handy.

When everyone saw Huiguo's means, they called out to the Bodhisattva in their hearts, and they moved one after another and stood behind Huiguo.

Seeing everyone's embarrassment, Hui Guo's heart moved, and he inserted the bamboo pole into the messy hair on the ground. I saw that the black hair, suddenly life, a burst of restless frenzy, like thousands of water snakes swaying, for a while, frightened everyone to retreat again and again, not daring to approach Huiguo again.

When Hui Guo recited the spell, the black silk obediently wrapped around the head of the bamboo pole, the moon shone like silver, and after a long time, everyone dared to tiptoe forward.

Although Zhang Songyao didn't understand the secret art of Buddhism, he had read the world for a long time, and knew that it was Huiguo's childish attack, so he didn't pick it out, so he hurriedly stepped forward and thanked him repeatedly.

Since Hui Guo entered Zhang's mansion, he didn't say much. At this moment, seeing Zhang Songyao coming to thank him, he waved his hand and said, "Don't rush to thank you, the real monster is still to come." ”

Zhang Songyao and the others were shocked.

"You didn't build this house yourself, did you? ”

Zhang Songyao was shocked again, and he knew that it was powerful, so he said that there was a small building in the backyard of this house, which had been sealed for a long time, and when he bought this house, he made it clear that there were ghosts haunting the small building, and let him be careful, just because he was greedy for a cheap house, so he bought it hard, sealed the backyard, and lived in it, but there was no disaster.

Huiguo didn't listen to him, and said, "Lead the way." The group went straight to the backyard.

Passing through the two courtyards, I came to a high wall, it seems that this Lord Zhang raised the courtyard wall, and a small narrow door was also replaced later, and under the moonlight, the lock of the cast iron has been blackened. Hui Guo, with a finger of the bamboo pole that was wrapped around his hair, the iron lock suddenly turned into powder and fell.

There was a muffled creak, and the door opened. Huiguo, holding a bamboo pole and going in, leaving Zhang Mansion and a group of people, afraid of entering, afraid of retreating, letting himself stand stiff outside the small door, neck, eyes, not obeying the call, looking inside, looking at the inside, afraid to see, afraid not to look.

In the courtyard, the high wall is horizontal, the big trees are brute, the bright moonlight, only a slight point can fall on the wooden building in front of you through the layers of branches and leaves, the wooden building is only two floors, but it is built very high, lingering for many years of rotten atmosphere, it looks like a ghost palace in the world.

Huiguo recited the mantra. The door opened, and he shook his bamboo pole and walked in.

Everyone watched Hui Guo walk into the wooden building, and in a trance, the wooden building was already brightly lit, as if Hui Guo had lit the handful of green silk. I could only hear the evil wind whistling in my ears, mixed with a terrible wail, perhaps, because of the long years, the wailing voice was difficult to distinguish between men and women.

Suddenly, the wailing suddenly soared, like a thunderclap, the fire swayed, and the overwhelming hair swirled and stretched in the building like a long snake. This is a warning to the comers.

Inside the door, in the flickering firelight, a green garment was wrapped in a pair of dry bones, and countless strands of hair swirled around the head that had turned into white bones, covering the whole world, and the thin Huiguo stood there, like an autumn leaf before the arrival of a storm.

The crowd began to be afraid, and they began to worry about whether the thin monk in front of them would be able to withstand this powerful and violent evil spirit. They huddled tightly together.

The black hair in the sky turned into a huge skeleton and bit down on Hui Guo. Everyone was so frightened that they closed their eyes, cold sweat soaked all over their bodies, and just waiting to listen to the click, Nahuiguo was bitten and devoured by the demon.

Time froze, and it seemed to pass quickly in a different way, and the evil spirit gradually quieted down, maybe Huiguo had been eaten by the bones. People were even more frightened, fearing that the monster would quickly attack them.

However, at this time, Zhang Songyao gradually felt some warmth on his body, could it be that it was dawn? Otherwise, where would the sun shine on his body. He slowly opened his eyes, and froze for a moment, he seemed to see a huge golden body of Buddha, those warm lights were illuminated by the Buddha, and when he looked at it again, it was clearly Huiguo standing there.

He rubbed his eyes, it was indeed Hui Guo standing there, and there was no Buddha with a golden body. The wooden building is empty, there is no trace of evil spirit, the whole building hall becomes bright, the bright moon hangs high, under the towering ancient tree, the small building is in the wind, has been replaced by a poetic and picturesque place.

Everyone gradually opened their eyes, the scenery in front of them changed, and people's moods also changed. Seeing Hui Guo coming over with a smile, everyone stepped forward to ask what kind of evil it was.

Huiguo, don't deceive people, explained the reason at the moment.

The original owner of this house was a military general in the time of Gaozong, and he was quite favored because of his military exploits. He has a very beautiful concubine, very handsome and lovely, at a banquet, a friend of this military general, taking advantage of the wine, secretly glanced at this concubine a few more times. Unexpectedly, this martial artist became jealous. A few days later, the military general had a separate banquet for the friend, who fantasized about seeing the concubine again, and happily went to the appointment.

During the banquet, the military commander ordered someone to bring a huge steamer, the cage drawer was opened, the water vapor dissipated, and the friend was stunned. In the steamer, sitting on a clear plate is the little concubine who has been thinking about her for a long time, and now she has been stripped of her clothes and steamed like a pig and sheep. That friend immediately understood that it was his amorous nature that killed this innocent woman, and he was filled with remorse. For a while, he sat down on the spot.

The female charm in the ancient building is the concubine who was steamed to death because of her husband's jealousy.

Hui Guo explained the reason, and said seriously to Zhang Songyao: "The little concubine was unjustly killed, and the bones were buried under the pomegranate tree in front of the window of this wooden building, and the resentment did not disperse. That day, when I saw you and your concubine loving each other, she was jealous of your love, so she turned into a black cat and pounced. I have already negotiated the conditions with her, tomorrow you go to the Qianling Tomb, there is a tomb of a military general in the southeast of the mountain, and you and your subordinates will bring a few buckets of cattle and horses to drown on the general's tomb. Three days later, at noon, you will come again under the pomegranate tree, take out her bones, incinerate them, and scatter them yourself in the river. She was an orphan who drifted on the Bahe River, so let her drift away. ”

After Hui Guo finished his instructions, he handed Zhang Songyao a piece of wooden slip and floated out of Zhang's mansion. The wooden tablet had a person's name written on it, and Zhang Songyao recognized that it was a famous military general in the time of Gaozong, who had meritorious service in conquering Goryeo and was arrogant for a while. There are indeed some stories of his brutality and bloodthirstiness.

Zhang Songyao followed Huiguo's instructions and completed everything one by one. Not only did Lord Zhang's concubine recover from her strange illness, but when she dug up the bones of the female charm, she got a bag of gold and jade under the pedestal of the wooden building.

For Huiguo, Zhang Songyao regards him as a god and Buddha. Therefore, after hearing about the Du family, because of years of friendship, he strongly recommended Huiguo to the Du family to exorcise Du Huan.

Hui Guo and Guo Yu entered Du Huan's bedroom. Seeing everyone coming up, Hui Guo waved his hand and stopped everyone's greetings.

On the bed, Du Huan wore a purple Persian blouse and slept there, describing it as withered, without blood, lips, eyebrows, and eye shadow, according to the style of a Persian woman, and painted it randomly, which looked very weird.

Hui Guo stretched out two fingers, probed Du Huan's pulse, and took out a delicate wooden box from his arms, the wooden box is smooth and flat, without the slightest carving, only the texture of the wood itself is like mountains and clouds, which is very beautiful. The lid of the wooden box slipped open, revealing several pieces of sandalwood inside.

Hui Guo lit sandalwood, ordered Guo Hua to close the doors and windows, and ordered everyone to stand back, and then back off.

Zhang Songyao knew that Hui Guo was going to cast spells, and some of them were contrived and instructed everyone to do what they were told and not to make a noise. Everyone left Du Huan's bedside for a distance, holding their breath and watching quietly.

The doors and windows were closed, the room was darkened, and the sunlight was projected into the pillars of light through the glazed windows.

Hui Guo put the incense at the head of the bed, knotted his hand and did not move the seal of the Ming King, and recited the Vajrasattva mantra, only to see the smoke gather into a wisp and slowly rush into Du Huan's nose. In an instant, the smoke slowly came out of Du Huan's nose, and gradually condensed into a human form, more than a foot high, hands, feet, heads, and even eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose.

Everyone was surprised, and saw Hui Guo take out a bronze mirror from his arms, reflecting the little man who was formed by the smoke, Hui Guo recited the incantation, and the little man danced to himself, shaking his head, comparing and babbling, as if telling a story of ups and downs and thrills.

Guo Hua was closer, and understood that the little man was speaking an ancient Persian language, and regretted for a while that he didn't learn this language with her at the beginning, otherwise, he could feast his ears on such a wonderful story today. At the moment, I had to bite the bullet and watch the little man speak non-stop.