I saw that this little ghost was about to pounce, so I immediately reached out and took out a towel and waved it up, and before Huang Junyao could make a move, this little ghost was received by me in the towel handkerchief.

Huang Junyao smiled clearly when he saw me make a move, "What, are you afraid that I will kill him directly?" ”

I smiled awkwardly, "No, I just think that his hatred is for a reason, and it is better to overtake his reincarnation than to destroy him directly." ”

Huang Junyao also nodded, "Okay, according to your meaning, but I'll deal with the matter of the blood cloud first, otherwise I'll be floating here all the time, and something will happen sooner or later." ”

I found a safe place to stand, and Huang Junyao directly turned over to the cloud head to deal with the matter of the blood cloud.

The towel that received the little ghost was always pinched in my hand, and from time to time there was the unwilling roar of the little ghost.

I didn't pay attention to that little ghost, no matter how much grievance he encountered in his lifetime, but it was his fault to involve innocent passers-by, although he didn't let Huang Junyao kill him directly, but he still had to teach this little ghost a lesson.

The towel is a prescription-inch space, which is full of storms that can sting people's souls, and this thing was originally obtained by Huang Junyao in the hands of a demon fairy in Kunlun.

In mid-air, Huang Junyao was casting a spell to collect the blood water into his magic weapon, but the resentment of the blood cloud was too dangerous, and he didn't dare to have a trace of distraction in the process of collecting, seeing that the blood cloud shrouded in the sky above the night market was about to be taken away, the little ghost in the towel roared even more poignantly, I pinched the corner of the towel and shook it vigorously, only to hear the little ghost let out a deafening scream, I sneered in my heart, and transmitted the sound to the towel in the handkerchief, you be honest, otherwise your soul will be scattered.

The voice of the little ghost was as weak as a mosquito's chirping, I put the towel back in my hand, and the storm in the square inch eased a lot, this ordinary storm will have the effect of exercising the spirit, but just like the storm just now, it is generally unbearable.

The blood cloud was finally cleared, and Huang Junyao returned to me from mid-air.

Of course, all of this we do is done stealthily, and we won't let anyone have our existence, otherwise Huang Junyao and I will be famous, and the human flesh search ability of the Chinese people is still very strong.

Back at Qingshi's residence, Huang Junyao wants to find a temple to deal with the resentful spirits in the blood cloud, and I also want to overtake this little ghost again, but the thought of me taking this little ghost away and cheapening the little man makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

That person knew by looking at his face that he was not a kind person, otherwise he would not have used money to lure people in order to discard the imp.

The darkness of the heart of the person who can do such a thing can be seen.

The famous temple in Qingshi is on the lotus mountain, the hidden river temple is a local scenic spot, the daily tourists are up to more than 100,000 people, the hidden river temple alone has some monks who serve the tourists, those who have attained the Tao are in the back mountain meditation practice.

Huang Junyao said that although the Yinchuan Temple is not a famous mountain and ancient temple, there have been one or two legendary monks who have become Buddhas, so that when Huang Junyao and I went to the Yinchuan Temple, we couldn't help but be careful and add a little admiration.

There is no lotus flower on Lotus Mountain, but it is named because several of the mountain's peaks look like scattered lotus petals from a distance, and Huang Junyao and I did not take a sightseeing car, and walked directly along the mountain road step by step to Yinchuan Temple.

There are about 1,300 steps from the bottom of the mountain to the Okukawaji Temple, this is the most direct road, if you don't want to take the steps, there is a road full of mountains, those sightseeing cars are the winding mountain road, this step path is very few people upstream.

Huang Junyao and I walked while looking at the Lotus Mountain at will, in the past two years, the number of men and women has increased, from time to time there are people to the mountain to release, there are more and more snakes and rats and other creatures in the mountains, we have seen no less than ten snakes along the way, these snakes are not afraid of people, they do not go when they hear the movement, from time to time there are tourists who see the snake and scream in shock.

Huang Junyao shook his head, looked at the figures of the two foxes running in the mountains and said to me: "These people are the kind of captive animals that they bought, they have long lost the ability to survive in the mountains, such release is actually equivalent to killing, if it weren't for the monks of Yinchuan Temple who often put some food in the mountains for these animals to eat, I don't know how many animals died in vain in the mountains." ”

The Hidden River Temple has also been declaring to the outside world that it is best not to release the animals directly before the release, and to hand over the animals to be released to the temple for arrangement, but there are still people who run to the mountains by themselves, throw the animals and leave, as for whether they can survive or not is not the business of these people.

We walked and stopped, and soon arrived at the door of Liaochuan Temple, we saw that there were people here, several monks were leading these tourists to give incense, kneeling and burning incense, I and Huang Junyao just walked to the main entrance of the temple square, and saw a monk wearing a gray monk's robe greeted by him.

"Two donors, Master Kuti asked me to wait for you two at some point, please come with me."

I glanced at Huang Junyao, he nodded at me clearly, it seems that there are still masters in this temple, and we were discovered as soon as we arrived.

We followed the monk in a winding way from the front to the apse, and through a corner door in the apse through a mezzanine into a courtyard planted with green pines.

In front of the courtyard gate, an old monk dressed in gray looked at us with a wave of his hand.

As soon as Huang Junyao saw him, he was busy saluting, although I didn't know him, but the aura on this person's body made my eyes shine, I haven't seen such a person with great merit for a long time.

The old monk looked at me and Huang Junyao with a smile, and the little monk who led the way next to him introduced softly, "This is Master Kuti, the abbot of our Yinchuan Temple." ”

Huang Junyao and I both bowed again, but I didn't expect this Kuti master to be informal, stretched out his hand to help us up, and laughed loudly: "The two of you are our distinguished guests of Yinchuan Temple, please go to the inner room to talk." ”

Our demon cultivators themselves have a natural psychological admiration and respect for Buddhism, and now it is even more rare to see such a high monk, and I can't help but admire it.

Especially Huang Junyao, he had been hidden in the temple before, listening to the lectures of those senior monks, so he had a natural good impression of the temple and the monks.

Master Kuti is eighty-seven years old this year, in the eyes of mankind, this is already a long-lived person, not to mention that he is now light and healthy as if he was in the prime of life, although he doesn't care much about the affairs of the temple now, but there are things he doesn't know inside and outside, and there are big and small things in the temple will be reported to him in time.

There were no tables or chairs in the room, only a few futons, and after the three of us sat cross-legged, the little monk lightly brought us tea.

The old monk smiled and stretched out his hand, "Come, taste the bitter tea made by the monks in our temple." ”

Huang Junyao and I both picked up the teacup and took a sip, and sure enough, it was bitter tea, and when I drank it, I immediately felt that it was all bitter from the sense of taste and smell.

However, after this bitter taste, there is a kind of sweetness, bitterness and sweetness, I can't help but feel amazing for the broad spirit of Chinese culture, the great wisdom of life in four words.

"The two donors are people with great opportunities and great merits, and I say thank you to the two donors for all sentient beings!"

Huang Junyao and I hurriedly said that we didn't dare to do it, and we understood immediately that this old monk had already seen through our identity and knew that we were not human beings.

I looked into the wise eyes of Master Kuti, and I couldn't help but think of the Venerable Rhodes I had ever met. Huang Junyao and my three children from my previous life have now followed the Venerable Master Rhodes to practice, and the look in the eyes of this Kuti Master is very similar to that of the Venerable Rhodes.

Now that Master Kuti knew our intention, Huang Junyao no longer concealed it, and directly told Master Kuti about how to recover the blood cloud, and wanted to offer this gourd to the Buddha for 7749 days before purification, and only after dissolving the anger of resentment could this crisis be solved.

As for the imp in my handkerchief, I had already released him, and he was now shivering and shaking in a dark corner.

Master Kuti looked at the little ghost and couldn't help but say a Buddha name, "This kid is also an innocent person!" ”

The little ghost could hear the conversation between us, and the words that came out of the mouth of Master Kuti made him suddenly have the desire to talk, and immediately rushed forward regardless of the Buddha light on Master Kuti, but he didn't expect to be injured by the Buddha light before he could get to him.

He screamed and retreated.

After Master Kuti waved his hand and cast a spell on the little ghost, the little ghost revealed his body directly in front of us, so that he was not afraid of Master Kuti's Buddha light.

The little ghost cried and carefully rubbed forward twice, and stood next to me and Huang Junyao. "Master ......"

In fact, we all know what this little ghost has experienced before his death, but it is far from being frightening to say it from his own mouth.

The good little man didn't know who he heard for the sake of business, looking for the child born in the Yin time, and when he knew that the child of his neighbor was born in the Yin time, he tricked the child into the wilderness and killed it, and since then the ghost of the child has been raised by him.

Raising a ghost is popular in many places in the south, but there are still a few people who kill people and raise ghosts like this man in such a desperate manner, but in two years, this person used the ghost to give away a lot of ill-gotten gains, and then the people in the family began to get sick inexplicably, and he looked for a master to come and see, and people directly told him that raising a ghost hurts the heavens and the world, so send it away.

But who knew that it was easy to raise ghosts and difficult to send ghosts, and the resentment and anger that the little ghost had accumulated made him finally break through the man's control, and this was the scene we encountered in the night market.

After hearing this, Master Kuti chanted the Buddha's name, and Huang Junyao said directly to the little ghost on the side: "The evil things he has done have his own time when he suffers the consequences, if you hurt innocent people because of your own evil, then you will lose the opportunity to reincarnate, let go of the evil thoughts in your heart and reincarnate as soon as possible, and maybe there will be a chance to become a family with your parents before your death." ”

I don't know if it was Huang Junyao's words that made him listen, or the master's Buddha Light Buddha number that influenced him, he finally nodded and was willing to accept the enlightenment.

Master Kuti read to him the scriptures of the supernatural undead in front of the two of us, and Huang Junyao and I saw that the figure of this little ghost was getting fainter and fainter, almost transparent, and his complexion gradually changed from blue and black to the appearance before his death.

A tear dripped from the corner of his eye, and finally his figure disappeared into the air, and Huang Junyao and I couldn't help but shout the Buddha's name at the same time, wishing him peace and joy in the next life.