What is the origin of this dustless master, he came to our house to recite a mantra for no reason, which is simply ridiculous.

This is by no means something that ordinary cultivators can do, even if it is the power of the Buddha sect, at least they have to enter the sect to have this level.

And this Wuchen has been reciting scriptures all the way in the wind and rain, and he can still do it without distractions, he must be a person who has never been seen before or since...... Wonderful!

But since my grandmother didn't do anything to him, I naturally couldn't say anything, so I closed the window after a while.

I opened the portrait of the lady in the yin coffin again and looked at it carefully, and the more I looked at it, the more I felt familiar, isn't this blood coffin the one that fused with my body, and the moire patterns on it are the same.

Who is this white-haired woman, and how can she be called the lady of the coffin?

I stared at her for a long time, and became curious about the flute in her hand. This flute is as white as congealed fat, but it doesn't seem to be jade, and it is also engraved with runes, which is so strange.

I guess this coffin lady must have really existed, otherwise no one would draw such a weird image out of thin air and deliberately knock people down.

"Nam no Amitaba night dod, his house Gado, night dod, night he ......"

I was looking intently at the scroll when the voice of the Dustless Master suddenly filled my room. I didn't know why my legs went limp, and I fell to my knees with a thud.

It was as if there was an invisible, powerful force pressing me, and I tried to stand up, but my legs trembled and I couldn't move.

It's spiritual pressure, and the dustless master actually knows spiritual pressure.

The technique of spiritual pressure is recorded in the "Qiankun Yin and Yang Jue", but where Xuanzong's power reaches a certain level, the most powerful is spiritual power.

When a person with strong spiritual power casts a spell, the leakage of spiritual power from the body will cause a powerful impact on the things around him, as in this case.

However, those who can generally use the technique of spiritual pressure are all people who have cultivated to the best in Xuanzong. It seems that this dustless master's cultivation is at least above the evil Buddha Yitian, and Yitian has entered the sect, so it's hard to think about it.

This monk, I'm afraid it's not good!

At this moment, the wind suddenly blew outside the window, and the rain the size of beans crackled on the roof. The stronger the wind and rain, the greater this invisible force.

"Hey, old monk, what are you going to do? You can't put pressure on us for no reason, right? Did my grandma and I offend you? ”

I was furious, crawled to the window and stood up and yelled at Master Wuchen, but he ignored it, or didn't hear it at all.

Outside the window, the wind and rain and the lightning and thunder, as if the sky was leaking, made me tremble.

Bang!

Suddenly, there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground on the other side of the Buddhist hall, and I panicked, and hurriedly struggled to crawl over there. When I went in, I found that my grandmother had fallen to the ground motionless, with black blood on her mouth and nose.

"Grandma, grandma, what's wrong with you?"

I hugged her, but she wasn't breathing, so I didn't know what was going on with her. Just shaking her body so hard that she dangled with me like a puppet.

"Grandma, grandma!"

I couldn't wake up my grandmother, so I quickly climbed out again, and as soon as I reached the corner, I saw a lightning bolt falling from the sky like thunder, hitting the Dustless Master's body hard.

He was unmoved, still chanting the death mantra loudly, and the louder his voice, the stronger the spiritual pressure around me, making me unable to stand up.

"You bad monk, what did you do to my grandmother, what are you going to do?"

I was crushed by this invisible force, and my throat was thick with blood, and I forced it down.

I crawled into the courtyard with all my might, but I couldn't get close to Master Wuchen's body, and he exuded a majestic aura around him, protecting him like a shield.

"Boom!"

Immediately after that, two bolts of lightning struck down with lightning speed, directly shocking me far away. I couldn't get up when I hit the ground.

Master Wuchen always recited the mantra without distraction, and his breath was steady as if he had not been hit in any way.

The pouring rain did not stop for more than an hour, and the Dustless Master also diligently recited the mantra for more than an hour.

As soon as the rain stopped, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a shining star appeared strangely, hanging above our heads, flickering like an eye.

Master Wuchen stopped chanting the incantation, and the pressure in the house was gone, he exhaled slowly, but suddenly his eyebrows tightened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out without warning.

I was stunned, and hurriedly got up and walked over to support him, "Master Wuchen, you...... What's wrong? ”

He stood up and calmed his breath, put his palms together and saluted me, "The poor monk has completed the things that the lord has explained, if there is anything else, go to the Xihuai City Metaphysical Academy to find the poor monk, the little donor is good for himself, Amitabha!" ”

"Lord? The Lord? ”

Master Dustless ignored me, turned and drifted away. I was worried about my grandmother, so I hurriedly flew to the Buddhist hall, and my grandmother had already woken up, but her body was very prostrated as if she had been robbed.

I hurriedly picked up my grandmother and went back to the bedroom, wrung a wet towel and wiped her face, "Grandma, how are you feeling?" What the hell is that dustless master here for? ”

"Stop me!"

Grandma took a breath, gently brushed my hair and said, "Qi'er, although there is a dustless master who helped grandma block this catastrophe, grandma is approaching, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you for long." In the days to come, you still have to live alone. ”

“……”

I understood what the deadline meant, and I watched in amazement as my grandmother did not dare to speak. She had never been so heavy when she said she was leaving, and this time it must have been her last.

I hugged my grandmother's hand, and my heart tingled, "Grandma, what should I do if you leave?" I have no father, no mother, and no relatives, so am I an orphan? ”

Grandma looked at me with a loving face, "You have to live well, this life is too short, and it will pass as soon as you open your eyes." ”

"But ......"

I couldn't help choking, my little brother left, grandma's deadline is approaching, I can't go to the underworld, and I'll be alone in this world in the future, so what am I going to do with my life?

"Silly boy, people die after all, grandma has been walking in the world for hundreds of years, and she should have left a long time ago."

"No, you can't leave me, grandma, how can I keep you?"

I looked at my grandmother with teary eyes, and she shook her head with drooping eyelids and let out a long sigh. Her complexion was very bad, and she looked like she had run out of oil.

Seeing that my grandmother didn't want to speak, I tucked the quilt for her and left, and I didn't go far, just sat at the door of her bedroom and waited. The coming limit of ghost cultivation means that the soul is scattered, and the remnant soul may not be there, I'm so afraid.

If it weren't for the use of the Burning Sky Blood Sacrifice in my previous life, all the curses would not have happened, the little brother would not have left, and my grandmother and the people of the Xiao Dynasty could have been reincarnated.

I curled up by my grandmother's door, staring blankly at the bright stars in the sky.

Some people say that when people die, they will turn into stars in the sky and look down on their relatives in the mortal world. I don't know which star my little brother is, whether he is looking at me.

"Alas!"

I was in a daze, and I don't know where I heard a soft sigh, but it was very soft, but I heard it very clearly. I quickly got up and walked out, but when I tried to listen carefully, I couldn't.

A cool and cool wind suddenly hit under his feet, from far to near, from light to heavy. But the flowers and trees in the yard were motionless, which showed that this yin wind was coming towards me.

"Little brother, is that you?"

My heart instantly rose to my throat, and I searched all over the yard, side rooms, side rooms, utility rooms, kitchens, and no one I searched inside and out.

Maybe I was hallucinating, I walked back lonely, and as soon as I got under the eaves, I heard my grandmother coughing violently, and I rushed over.

When I opened the door, I saw a horrible scene: my grandmother vomited blood, all over the floor, and even some scattered flesh.

"Grandma!"

I panicked, and hurriedly walked over and picked up my grandmother's clothes, and saw that all the flesh and skin on her body were cracked. Wisps of dark blood poured out of the cracks, sticking to the clothes.

Oh no, grandma probably won't last long, I can't watch her leave me like this.

If I had a way before, I would have had some spiritual power for my grandmother to suck, but now that my primordial spirit is sealed, I want to cast spells but not enough.

I remembered what Master Wuchen said when he was leaving, he said that if there was anything else, I would go to him, and I am afraid that he is the only one who can save Grandma at the moment.