The flesh Buddha originally looked kind and meditated with peace of mind. But when my hand touched it, it suddenly opened its eyes and looked at me.

I shuddered and my hand slipped and I almost dropped it to the ground.

Fortunately, I quickly came to my senses and regained my grip.

It's not that the physical Buddha has woken up, it's the effect of the phantom candle.

I'm now in the range of the illusory candle, so the physical Buddha I see is not its real expression.

Maybe in the real world, it still has its eyes slightly closed......

I took a deep breath, tried to overcome the fear in my heart, and then carried the physical Buddha on my back.

Then I slipped quietly towards the base of the wall.

I'm sure the monks around me must have seen me.

They saw a physical Buddha carrying another physical Buddha.

But they must think that this is the effect of the magic candle, and it is all an illusion.

And that's what I'm here for.

I didn't rush to jump off the wall and run away.

If I did run away by jumping over the wall, the monks would immediately sense that something was wrong and catch up with them.

I've got to take my time.

I slowly rotated around here with the Buddha on my back to get everyone used to me.

I heard one of the monks chanting in a whisper, probably worried that an evil spirit was coming, so I wanted to verify it.

I deliberately walked up to him and listened to him recite the scriptures for a while.

This man looked at me as usual, as if he was relieved, and the chanting stopped.

After five minutes, everyone was adjusting to my presence and to my weird combination.

Then I put down the physical body Buddha.

I put it down, but I didn't go far, but held it by a very thin thread, so that I wouldn't find it for a while.

After another five minutes like this, I was able to recite the physical body of the Buddha again.

I'm trying to create an illusion.

This illusion will tell the surrounding monks that the two flesh Buddhas, one on top of each other, and the other on top of each other, are random.

After their attention was completely off me, I took advantage of everyone's lack of attention and escaped by jumping over the wall with the flesh Buddha on my back.

I know what's going to happen next.

When those monks find that the physical Buddhas stacked on top of each other are gone, they will not be suspicious, they will think that this is also a normal state now.

It wasn't until five minutes later, ten minutes later, even fifteen minutes later, that they never saw the superimposed physical Buddhas, and they would find it strange.

And when they figure it out, the physical body Buddha has been lost, I'm afraid it will be an hour or two later.

At that time, I had already done the Buddha in the flesh.

So, I jumped out without a second of delay and ran frantically into the distance.

Ten minutes later, I came to a fruit grove.

There are rangers' huts here.

It's just that the hut has been abandoned for some time and is uninhabited.

I walked in, put the Buddha on the improvised bed, and began to examine his body.

Those gold lacquers seemed to have the effect of isolating the aura, and I couldn't sense whether there was a soul in the body of the Buddha.

The fastest way to do this is to peel off the gold paint with a knife.

But I thought about it and gave up on it.

The flesh Buddha can be regarded as a holy object no matter how you say it.

It doesn't matter if the monk has really become a Buddha, or if he wants to keep his soul alive in the world through this corpse. After all, this is an enlightened monk.

If I really peeled off his gold paint, it would be too much.

Even if his soul doesn't trouble me, my immoral behavior will continue to be doomed.

For someone like me, who hovers between life and death all day long, many things rely on luck. If you are haunted by bad luck, then simply kill yourself.

I gave up on peeling off the gold paint, thought about it, lit a candle, and placed it in front of the Buddha in the flesh.

I waited ten minutes and the candlelight didn't change anything.

I looked at the seven orifices of the Buddha in the flesh again, and there was nothing abnormal in them.

It seems that the physical Buddha is indeed an empty shell.

If the second master of the Mu family is not in the body of the Buddha, where will it be?

Outside of his body?

Soon, I noticed the rosary hanging around the neck of the flesh Buddha.

I began to examine the rosary one by one.

At the end of the inspection, I found that one of the rosaries had been carved into the shape of a gourd. At the most critical moment, the gourd spout seems to be able to be unscrewed.

I was overjoyed, and I quickly took off the beads, held them in my hand, and then I began to study the gourd.

The gourd was small, only the size of my little knuckle, but when I unscrewed a small opening, I immediately sensed the breath of the soul.

This soul is the soul of the second master of the Mu family.

I was overjoyed and hurriedly held the gourd tightly in my hand.

Now, the soul is in hand. Things went smoothly beyond imagination.

If I return the physical body Buddha now, maybe those monks won't find anything. God doesn't know it, everything is perfect.

After dawn, the old monk was grateful to me, and Huiling and I left with the body of the second master of the Mu family.

After that, put the soul back into the body. Read the memory, find Xia Tian, everything is perfect.

Thinking of this, I was excited to carry the physical body of the Buddha.

But just then, I heard a gust of wind outside.

The wind whined, causing the surrounding trees to sway back and forth with a creaking sound.

Then, with a click, a tree was actually scraped off.

I leaned down on the window of the hut and looked at it, and was horrified to find that all but the hut was surrounded by strong winds.

The trees swayed back and forth in the wind, like a crowd of demons dancing.

And this hut is the only calm eye of the storm.

In the eye of the wind, it is safe for the time being, but in the eye of the wind, you have to bear extremely huge mental pressure.

I wanted to escape.

After all, I'm just a wisp of soul now, and a wisp of soul is just manipulating Boss Ma's body.

There's no way I'm going to be able to stand up to such a powerful demon.

Eighty percent of this demon is here to find the Buddha in the flesh, wanting to get the Buddha in the flesh and gain his power.

I felt a little guilty in my heart.

Today, the old abbot in the temple has tried his best to think of so many ways, and there is only one purpose, that is, to keep the body of the Buddha, so that he can return to his place smoothly, and not let the evil demons take possession.

But because of my own selfish interests, I stole the physical body of the Buddha and ended up harming it.

I'm a little annoyed: this situation is unheard of. It is true that the things of the physical Buddha have been recorded in the Golden Kui Sutra, but it has not been recorded either, and when the physical Buddha becomes a Buddha, he needs to beware of the evil demons.

Forget it, forget it, it's useless to think about it now, I'll try my best to remedy it.

I walked over quickly and began to set up a formation around the Flesh Buddha to isolate demons.

It's too late to send the Flesh Buddha back to Fushuji Temple.

There is only one way, which is to set up a formation first and hold on until dawn.

I set up the array with incense.

There is a disadvantage to offering incense, that is, the formation that is laid out is not firm, and it can only be a temporary formation. When the wind blows, the incense burns quickly.

But there is also the benefit of offering incense, which can be put on a position at great speed.

What I'm missing most now is time.

So I put out this temporary formation as quickly as possible, and then found a way to slowly reinforce, reinforce, and tinker with it, so that he was impregnable.

This is my only chance.

The wind outside was lingering and swirling, and I could feel it peering into my cabin.

But it never came in.

It doesn't come in, it doesn't come in, and I have time to do my thing.

I wasted all my efforts and used all the materials around me.

Finally, the formation was repaired.

This is the strongest formation I can put out with my current ability.

Even if the wind outside came in, it should be able to hold out for a quarter of an hour.

As for what happens after that......

Let's talk about it then, I'm not a dead man, and when that guy cracks the formation with all his might, maybe I can get some loopholes.

As I was thinking this, I suddenly felt a strong wind outside.

Not only is it about to come in, but in the wind, there is a faint sound of Buddha horns.

I was shocked: "Why is there still a Buddha trumpet?" Is there a demon who likes to recite Buddhist scriptures? Aren't these two things in conflict? ”

Later, I found that the wind outside did not have much evil energy, but a lot of righteous energy.

Immediately after, I suddenly realized that the thing outside was not a demon at all, but the soul of a physical Buddha.

No wonder it lingered outside for a long time, if it was really a demon, it would have rushed in a long time ago.

It didn't come in, could it be because I trapped his body with a formation so that he couldn't get in?

Thinking of this, I hurriedly removed the formation.

As a result, I'm exhausted now, and I'm having a hard time removing the formation.

Hell, isn't this looking for trouble for yourself? I want to cry without tears.

At this moment, there was a bang, and the roof of the hut was gone.

The roof was blown off.

Then, the wind poured in.

I hurriedly hid in the corner: "Forget it, forget it, I don't care, you can do it yourself." ”

Let the soul of the Flesh Buddha crack the formation by itself, anyway, my messy formation can only last for a quarter of an hour.

After a quarter of an hour, everything was back to normal.

However, as soon as I thought about it, I realized that the breath was actually coming at me.

It didn't pay any attention to the Flesh Buddha at all, nor did it pay attention to the formation.

I was shocked in my heart, and suddenly a buzz came to my head: I remembered, I used Feng Shui to change the breath and eight characters on my body, and I am now exactly the same as the Buddha in the flesh.

I was in a hurry just now, and I didn't pull out the needle at all.

Wait, wait, no, even if I change my breath, can't the soul of the Buddha in the flesh recognize himself?

Immediately afterwards, I remembered the words of the old monk: There are marks on the body of the Buddha.

What mark?

I looked at the beads in my hand.

it?