The inlaid and carved Satsuma Buddha statue in the back mountain is even larger, and in the middle of him is the lotus platform, so I sat on it with some hesitation.

After the old monk finished speaking, he also sat cross-legged in the square, echoing the huge Buddha statue on the cliff, and then fell into a silent silence.

The old monk asked me to sit on the lotus platform in front of the Buddha, and when I was going to chant the Buddhist scriptures, I had to be distracted.

When the old monk sat down, the place he was facing was, of course, the Satsuma Buddha at the bottom of the cliff.

As for the monks around them, they were not idle, they all got up with their clothes and sat cross-legged on the ground, and then in front of everyone, there was a small wooden fish.

Bang!!

When everything fell into silence, it was also the time when the sun hid under the western mountain, and when the melodious bell sounded in front of the temple, the old monk also knocked on the wooden fish in his hand.

The sound was not loud, but it fell into my ears clearly, and it seemed to have overwhelmed the majestic bell, and it reverberated in this vast wilderness, opening the prelude to the protection of the Holy Body.

Bang, Bang, Bang!!

The old monk knocked on the wooden fish in his hand, and those monks were no exception, when their eyes were closed, the dense and crisp sound of wooden fish had already filled this huge space.

And it was at this time that I felt some loosening around my body, as if something was being broken and passed away, no longer as oppressive and restrained as before.

But as the old monk's mouth began to meditate, I immediately felt a heart-rending pain coming out of my neck, as if there was a hand inside that wanted to tear the flesh out of it.

As the old monk chanted the Buddha, the Buddhist disciples who sat cross-legged also chanted the Buddha, and the sound of the Buddha was immense, and I felt that there was a vast Buddha spirit on the top of my head, but the pain became more and more intense.

But what is strange is that next to my ears, instead of the sound of monks chanting Buddhist scriptures and the tapping of wooden fish, it gradually turned into a terrible wail.

The wailing scream was particularly terrifying, and finally became a sinister and vicious smirk.

Just when I was disturbed by the gloomy ghost laugh in my ears, suddenly the voice of the old monk came from a distance.

"Do not be deceived by the illusions of your heart, for all appearances are vain. If you see things that are not like each other, you will see them as they are. Donor, you are now under the Buddha, with the blessing of the Buddha, and the eight-sided ghost cup can't help you. ”

Hearing the old monk's words, I felt like I had taken a reassuring pill in an instant.

Quickly closed his eyes and sat cross-legged quietly, constantly forcing himself to run out of the distracting thoughts in his heart, and silently reciting the Buddhist meditation mantra in his mouth.

"She, you can't cross it. You can't cross the eight-sided ghost cup. ”

"You can't cross it, this king will come to cross."

Just as I was reciting the Buddha, suddenly a cold sound came from high in the distance, and when I looked through the gap, I found that on the huge cliff wall, a slender and straight figure appeared.

Because of the distance, I couldn't see clearly in the night, but the black dress was like a monarch in the night, standing tall.

Night Priest.

His voice made my whole body tremble suddenly, and my calm heart could no longer settle down at this time.

"If the heart dwells, it is not dwelling. Everything is impermanent, and everything is suffering. Amitabha, good, good! The old monk did not continue to chant the Buddha, but looked at the night Siming on the cliff and said, "She has a Buddha in her heart, and the Buddha can naturally protect her." ”