The monk's body leaned forward slightly, and out of caution about the unknown place, he took every step very carefully. But after walking for more than an hour, there was still nothing to be found.

There was nothing but the traces of the fire all around. It seems to be the same everywhere.

"Ghost Blinding?"

The monk recited the six-character mantra, his hands crossed his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes was covered with a layer of fine light, and the monk looked around again, except for the blood-colored lines like filaments, there was nothing else.

The monk's brows furrowed, and he thought to himself. I am here as a physical entity, not as a soul out of my body. So this is not an underworld, and it is common for him to go to the shade. In fact, there is no difference between the underworld and the human world. The ghosts and dark dungeons in TV movies are just the imagination of the world.

But here it is different, except for the tyrannical and bloodthirsty aura, not even microbes.

Don't?

The monk was shocked, he had heard the master mention it before, but the great powers of the world can open up their own small space. Could it be that you are in the small space of the two-headed monster baby?

So why did the two-headed monster baby trap himself here and not do anything? Do you want to stall or do you have no energy left?

The monk thought about it carefully, and then looked at the scorched earth around him, and it was obvious that the two-headed monster baby was just trying to trap him and buy himself more time.

The two-headed monster baby was limp in the snow, as small as a puppy curled up in the cold winter. On the other side, Ling Dajun, who had lost control, had already fainted in the snow, and his breath was weak.

The full moon disappears into the dark clouds, and the sky is filled with snowflakes like catkins that have been fluttering in the spring.

Ling Dajun was awakened by the cold, and as soon as he turned over, there was a sharp pain in his right hand, and cold sweat broke out on his back. Because it was difficult to grasp the balance with one hand, coupled with the severe headache, Ling Dajun first knelt on one knee and slowed down for a long time. He slowly stood up.

With the meager light of snow, Ling Dajun suddenly found himself sleeping outside his door. Ling Dajun shook his head, reached out and pinched his temples again, and his chaotic brain felt a little better. This feeling is like the reaction of a person with motion sickness after a long bump in the road.

His eyes were dull, his whole body was weak and he couldn't lift the slightest strength, his face was like a vegetable, and his head was a mess.

Ling Dajun stayed in place for a long time before he vaguely remembered. At about eleven o'clock, he was woken up by a cold and cold, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to habitually reach out and touch his son beside him. I just stared in confusion and touched it a few times, only to find that the position next to me was empty.

At this moment, Ling Dajun could be regarded as frightened and sober. Sitting up and looking around, the fireworks in the fire in the center of the room seemed to be smaller, but in this room of only about ten square meters, you can see it clearly at a glance, but you can't see the figure of your son.

While Ling Dajun was scared, he was more annoyed and sad, annoyed that he couldn't watch his son, and his sad daughter-in-law died in childbirth because she gave birth to a child for his old Ling family. Now that his son is gone, Ling Dajun squatted on the broken bed dejectedly, burying his head deep in the crook of his arm.

"Giggle...... Giggle......"

There was a giggling sound in the small room, and there was a bit of mockery in the childish laughter, Ling Dajun's back was cold, and he looked around, and when the afterglow moved up, he was indeed looking at the missing son.

At this time, the two-headed monster baby was hanging in the air, a pair of small black eyes with no whites, and two beams of light visible to the naked eye shot into Ling Dajun's eyes.

As for what happened in between? Why did he sleep late at night at his door? But I can't think of anything. Thinking of his son, Ling Dajun couldn't be afraid, and looked around, and through the snow, he saw a black bulge not far away. Ling Dajun hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the two-headed monster baby, and turned around to go back to the house.

But when I was about to enter the house, there was a very strange scene, my feet could reach into the house through the robe hanging on the door, and I could also enter the house. It's just that when he was holding the two-headed monster baby in his arms, he felt as if there was an invisible wall in front of him, blocking him from the door.

Ling Dajun was eager to save people, so he didn't think so much, and reached out and ripped off the robe hanging on the door. Throw it on the ground. After entering the house, he put the two-headed monster baby on the bed, took some dry firewood from the backyard, and lit it in the house.

Watch as the flames grow little by little, with warmth and light. Ling Dajun wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, he didn't care about the previous action because he was anxious to save his son, but now his whole body was relaxed, and his whole body was full of pain.

Ling Dajun looked carefully at his son lying on the bed again, under the light of the fire, his skin glowed red, and his breathing was shallow. Only then did Ling Dajun relax and lean his head against the wall, drowsy.

At this time, the monk was sitting cross-legged on the ground meditating, planning and then moving. Only when the mind is calm, can we grasp all the details more accurately and find a breakthrough.

"The Bodhisattva ...... Freedom in Nature"

"Seeing the Aggregates Are Empty......

"Survive All Suffering......."

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The Mahaprajnaparamita Heart Sutra is the supreme mind of Buddhism. At this time, the monk was solemn, and the voice of reciting the Heart Sutra changed from weak to loud. The sound of chanting like morning bells and dusk drums echoed in a dead space.

After a moment of tranquility, the monk pondered and finally decided to take out a white round object from his arms, which was a Buddha bone relic left by a monk with profound Buddhism after cremation.

As soon as this relic was taken out, the monk felt that his surroundings were instantly filled with a peaceful atmosphere. Legend has it that relics are the essence of the life of an enlightened monk, and they have the power of the Dharma that is inexorable and endless.

The monk put the relics in front of him, kowtowed respectfully, and said, "Now that the calamity has appeared, I hope that my predecessors will help me break out of the cage." Stop the catastrophe from happening. Amitabha. ”

After listening to the monk's words, in the monk's chanting voice, it slowly rose into the air, and a faint golden halo opened, and the sky hanging high in the blood moon seemed to be torn open. It rotates in a swirling shape.

When the monk saw that the exit had been opened, he folded his hands and said, "Amitabha." Then he jumped into the whirlpool. After a moment of dizziness and weightlessness, the monk felt cold, there were snowflakes floating in the sky, and the snow on the ground had messy traces, obviously caused by his own hands with Ling Dajun before.

It's just that when he looked at the door of the Ling family's house, the monk's expression changed, and the original robe was still on the ground, and it blew into the distance with the howling north wind.

There was a dim light coming out of the room, and the monk pinched his hands to activate the Tiangang Beidou Array that had been laid out earlier, and then cautiously leaned towards the other side of the room.

Sure enough, the magic circle he arranged to suppress the female corpse had been destroyed, and Ling Dajun was sleeping sweetly next to the fire, and the female corpse was naturally afraid of the fire, so she shrank around the corner, holding the two-headed monster baby in her arms, and the broken flower jacket was lifted to her chest, revealing patches of blue spots.

Don't look at indecent behavior, although Li Juying is already a corpse, it is nothing. But in the end, it was a female corpse, and the monk said softly: "Don't blame the Buddha." ”

When the monk opened his eyes again, he saw that Li Juying's corpse was strangely shriveled, and after a few breaths, it turned into a dark brown skin-covered corpse, like a corpse buried deep in the desert.

The monk's eyes widened angrily, pinched the trick in his hand, and threw out the robe that he had just picked up in his hand, and the robe seemed to have eyes, and flew towards the two-headed monster baby, like a dexterous snake, wrapping the two-headed monster baby tightly in a circle.

At this time, the two-headed monster baby was the moment when the new power was not born and the old power was exhausted, and it was entangled by this robe, and it couldn't break free for a while, like a wrapped zongzi, rolling to the ground.

"The dead are greater. Now that Li Juying is dead, and she is still your mother, you can use her corpse so frantically to make a fuss, it is really better than a beast. The monk scolded angrily. Took a hard sip.

"It's really insulting to say that you are a beast, you are not even as good as a beast."

After speaking, the monk began to close his eyes and chant the scriptures, and as the speed of the monk's chanting accelerated, the robe on the two-headed monster baby became tighter and tighter. The two-headed monster baby's originally ruddy face turned a strange purple red because of poor breathing.