After coming back it was calm for a few weeks and nothing seemed to be wrong. There are very few ghosts walking around during the day, and there are other ghosts at night to bring back those spirits that are still wandering in the world when the time comes. Most of the spirits will go to the underworld through the yin-yang path, while some who are slightly more intelligent will return to the underworld through the yin-yang path in my shop.

The yellow spring water didn't know the specific usage, so he didn't dare to open it rashly. If you disturb those ghosts, it is also a trouble; I have to go back to the underworld to explain. Take advantage of these ghosts to bother, hurry up and draw. Who knows when another mission will come; God knows how long the next mission will take to complete. In my spare time, I still meditate. I realized the benefits of cultivation in Qingji Temple, so I didn't dare to slack off. In case you really meet a ruthless character one day, there is no other yin around you; I'm not going to burp. During the day, I have nothing to meditate in the shop, and at night I practice condensing ghost qi at home.

I was meditating in the shop when I felt someone staring at me all the time. Although there is no malicious intent, it feels very unpleasant to be stared at all the time. When he raised his head, he saw a monk standing outside the door, and there was a golden light on his head; Compared to the previous Jingyi and another old monk, it is all better. When I saw that I had found him, I did not hide; Walk into the store generously:

"Master Chen, or should I call Mr. Chen. Amitabha, the abbot of the local Qiupu Temple, a poor monk: Jingjian. I heard that my junior brother and my husband were a little unhappy before, and the poor monk came to compensate my husband. ”

This old monk is magnificent, downright and generous; And not pretentious, I hurried to invite me into the house.

"Master, please inside. The master may not be used to drinking coffee, I only have flower tea, the master makes do with it? ”

Jing Jian smiled open-mindedly: "Pour it into the cup is just a glass of water, and whatever you drink is Mr. Chen's intention." The fact that a secluded capital can do this really makes the poor monk ashamed. As he spoke, he looked around, and then casually walked around the corner and took a look. When he sat down, he actually put away the Buddha light on his body; It's like an ordinary old man sitting there in a monk's robe.

Seeing that I was puzzled, Jingjian smiled slightly: "Mr. Chen, this is a yin and yang road guarded by all the secluded capitals, and the poor monk's Buddha light will disturb the 'passers-by'." ”

"Yo? The master endured the existence of these ghosts? "It was a surprise to me.

"Buddhism is divided into six paths, and Mr. Chen must know it." Jingjian took a sip of tea, saw me nod, and continued: "Does Mr. Chen know that there is a 'Ghost Face Guanyin'? ”

I'll go, this sounds high-class. Ghost-faced Kannon? The name alone is very foreign. Jingjian looked at me with a confused look and smiled slightly:

"Master Guanyin preaches the Dharma for the six paths; The world naturally appears in human form. When he arrived in the netherworld, he naturally appeared in the ghost body to cross his method, and the Guanyin monk was still like this, how could the poor monk dare to disturb all sentient beings? ”

This old monk has a level, and he said a lot of the words "teach students according to their aptitude". I could only say, "Taught." ”

"Don't dare, the poor monk is just chatting with Mr. Chen, and he doesn't dare to try to teach anything."

"Has the master seen Guanyin?" saw the impermanence of black and white, and experienced the underworld; I don't dare to say that those myths and stories are all made up.

"The poor monk is stupid, and he has never had such an opportunity. I hope that I can see Tuas after I pass away. Jingjian shouted a Buddha name, always with a smile on his face, he took out a metal rod with two sharp ends from his arms and put it in the palm of my hand: "This is the vajra used by the poor monk, Mr. Chen is running around, if the ghost naturally does not dare to do anything to Mr.; If Mr. Jackal can defend himself in this way, it can be regarded as a poor monk's heart. ”

This is a no-brainer, I use a magic weapon sent by an abbot. Illegal, right? hurriedly excused himself. Before he could push it back, the old monk spoke:

"Mr. Chen can't shirk, this can be regarded as making amends for the sin of the junior brother and their abrupt husband; The Buddha power above has been eliminated by the poor monks, and now it is just a self-defense device. Mr. Wang, don't shirk. ”

In fact, there is no need for him to say that when I received the vajra, I secretly covered the vajra with ghost qi and found no resistance; This has further confirmed that the abbot is not playing any tricks.

He took the vajra and chatted for a while, then got up and took his leave. It was not until evening that I carefully studied the vajra; Unlike the traditional vajra, it is not shaped like a two-headed gourd like the traditional one; It's about 20 centimeters long, and the size and length are just the right proportions for an adult's hand. There is weight, but it is not too heavy, and this apology is indeed full of sincerity. But I don't believe it, it's as simple as that. I can only ask about black and white impermanence, after all, I only know him well. What's more, the two of them run around all day long, and even the old monks like Jingyi know them; Maybe they know something.

Since I had to invite black and white impermanence to come up, I could only erode the ghost qi into the vajra again to check. After confirming again that there is indeed no Buddha power in it, I can rest assured that I will invite the two of you to come. With the violent temper of black impermanence, if something goes wrong, it is unreasonable not to cut me.