I'm afraid that they all feel that they are dead.

Most of the mourning clothes are plain and worn for themselves.

It's just that Huijue can't figure it out, if this funeral is for himself, then what's going on with the coffin?!

He didn't have any stumps left behind to bury!

Before Monk Huijue could figure it out, the people in Wangjia Village threw down the soul flags and coffins in their hands, and hurriedly stepped on the snow and ran towards him!

"Master Huijue, Master Huijue, you're not dead?!"

The leader is Wang Laohan and Wang Laohan's nephew!

There was some surprise in the expressions of the two of them.

However, when the two of them ran up, they grabbed Hui Jue's arm and immediately showed an extremely excited expression.

"It's really not dead!!"

"Master Huijue is still alive!"

The two of them shouted excitedly.

While shouting, especially Wang Laohan, the tears and snot of excitement are about to come down!

He grabbed Huijue's sleeve and cried,

"Master Huijue, you give up your life and forget your death, I can't repay this great kindness and virtue, I can't repay the old man!"

For the sake of his daughter, Hui Jue ran to fight ghosts and gods like Grandma Xue!

As a result, his daughter came back to life, but Huijue did not come back!

What a bumpy and guilty he felt in his heart during this day and night!

He cried and fell to his knees all at once!

Not only Wang Laohan, but also other villagers ran over, kneeling down around Huijue one by one, and kept kneeling towards him!

"Master Huijue, great kindness, we are grateful!"

"Master Huijue, you are the living bodhisattva of our Wangjia Village!"

Seeing that the villagers in Wangjia Village around him were like this, Huijue didn't know what to do.

He shook his head and sighed,

"Everyone, hurry up!

Under Huijue's persuasion, the villagers of Wangjia Village finally got up.

Then a group of people surrounded Huijue and walked towards the entrance of the village.

Walking to the entrance of the village, looking at the soul flags and coffins thrown on the ground by the villagers, Huijue couldn't help but smile and asked,

"What's inside this coffin?"

When Huijue's words fell, the villagers all looked at each other, they seemed to want to laugh, but they were a little embarrassed.

At this time, Wang Laohan's nephew scratched his head and said with some self-reproach,

"It's Master Huijue, your robe!"

With that, he explained,

"After Yinzi woke up and said something about you, we thought that we couldn't let you fight with Grandma Xue alone, so I and my second uncle, as well as Uncle Wang Lintang and my son, took a lot of dung and ran to Grandma Xue's temple. ”

"Think, dung can destroy evil. Maybe we can help you a little bit. ”

Hearing Wang Laohan's nephew say this, Huijue couldn't help nodding.

Dung is human excrement and is extremely filthy!

But the more filthy things this kind of thing, the more they are used to deal with some evil spirits, but it has some miraculous effects!

Just looking at Huijue nodding, Wang Laohan's nephew was even more embarrassed, and he continued embarrassedly,

"When we got there, we were just outside the gatehouse, picking up a coat and covered it with snow. ”

"Look at the temple again, the golden body has collapsed, we looked around, but we couldn't find your person, after thinking about it, we only thought, Master Huijue, you have been killed. ”

"No way, in the end, after we discussed, we gathered the robe, thinking that it would be used to set up a mound for Master Huijue. ”

"Master Huijue, I'm really sorry!"

Before the person died, he set up a well-dressed mound, which is inevitably a little unlucky.

However, Huijue shook his head and just said with a smile,

"Amitabha,"

"If the little monk is really dead, someone will erect a tombstone for me, and it can be regarded as a little monk, I have not come to this world in vain!

Seeing Hui Jue laughing out loud, Wang Laohan's nephew suddenly felt relaxed in his heart.

But after laughing, as if thinking of something, Monk Huijue then asked the people in Wangjia Village,

"Folks, are the temples in the north still there?"

Faced with Huijue's question, many villagers in Wangjia Village looked at each other, and then Wang Laohan nodded busily,

"It's still there!

"We saw that the statue of Grandma Xue had collapsed, and we wanted to tear down the big temple, but we didn't have time yet. ”

Huijue nodded, and then spoke,

"Although there are no more evil things to do near the mountain boundary, since the temple is not dedicated to the gods, it is better to dismantle it as soon as possible, so as not to have any more mountain and wild fox gods occupy the temple, replace the cause and effect, and cause trouble. ”

The spirits of the mountains and wilderness, the ghosts and ghosts, are mostly wandering and wandering, and they are lonely!

And a temple, for them, not only means that they can get a place to live, but also means incense and the inheritance of the throne!

And now Grandma Xue has been suppressed.

But she still had all kinds of inexplicable causal connections with the villagers of Wangjia Village.

Some of these causes and effects should be in her, and some of them should be in the divine position.

If at this time, some evil demon moves his mind and occupies the position of the god of the temple, I am afraid that it will inevitably cause trouble again.

Therefore, Hui Jue asked them to demolish the temple as soon as possible to prevent future troubles.

"Yes! Yes!"

Hearing Huijue's words, the villagers of Wangjia Village were busy nodding their heads, not daring to be careless.

Looking at the villagers of Wangjia Village who promised, the worry in Huijue's heart was slightly relaxed, and then he hesitated, and then he stopped talking a little, and his face suddenly became much more miserable.

"Master Huijue, what's wrong?"

Everyone in Wangjia Village couldn't help but ask.

"This ......"

hesitated for a moment, but Huijue put his palms together and recited a Buddha name,

"Nan no Amitabha!"

When the sound of the Buddha's horn fell, he didn't speak, but just spread out his palm, but saw a little Buddha light from his palm.

In the light of the Buddha, it can be seen faintly, and there seems to be a phantom of a three-flowered cat curled up.

Looking at this Buddha light, Hui Jue sighed silently again.

Then he said solemnly,

"Fellow villagers, the little monk has a reluctant request, I don't know if I can ask you?"

"Master Huijue, what are you talking about, what are you talking about, just say it!"

Wang Laohan hurriedly said!

"yes!"

"Master Huijue, you just say it, as long as we can do it!"

The surrounding villagers also spoke one after another.

Looking at their simple and sincere faces, Hui Jue nodded heavily, and then he spoke,

"This is a little bit of the true spirit of a cat demon in this mountain realm. ”

"This catastrophe, if I didn't have his help, the monk, I might have suffered a catastrophe! Its death is for me, so the little monk is here, I hope everyone can worship its golden body, so that it can get some incense. ”

"Perhaps this will allow its true spirit to be reshaped, and there will be a chance to rush into reincarnation and be reincarnated. ”