The old monk did not continue, but got up and went to the apse, saying that it was the apse, which was just a backyard where he lived, and we followed him to the backyard. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Along the way, in the dim light, we felt that there was something floating around on both sides, but what was it, we didn't see anything, and when we entered the backyard, there were more and more things floating, which made us a little breathless, and I asked the old monk: "Master, what is floating around here?" ”

The old monk smiled and said, "Close your eyes, and you will open them again when I let you open them." "My uncle and I closed our eyes, and then we felt as if we were getting more and more empty, and we felt as if we were in the clouds, and everything became peaceful and joyful.

After a while, we heard a bell like a bell beside us saying, "Open up, open up!" So my uncle and I opened our eyes.

The scene in front of us is beyond our description, where is this backyard, it is like going to a fairyland, but the most surprising thing for us is that there are countless floating people gathered around, we know that this may be a wandering spirit, because people cannot float, and these wandering spirits are tied to a rope, one end of this rope is on a pillar on the ground, and the old monk is feeding these wandering spirits with a very thin pipe.

The strangest thing about these geists is that their mouths are just a little bit, like a pipe. Or the old monk would have to feed them with a very thin tube.

I asked, "Master, did you raise all these spirits?" As soon as I said this, I felt a little timid, but the old monk did not look unhappy at all, but said slowly: "This is the kindness of heaven and earth, although they have entered the evil ghost path because of evil things in their lifetime, but all living beings are equal, and there will always be someone to save them." ”

I couldn't help but feel that my eyes were a little moist, and I didn't expect that the boundless Dharma could be so touching with the warmth of compassion. I didn't ask anymore, but watched as the old monk went to feed the wandering spirits one by one.

However, the uncle asked after a while: "Master, what is this rope that ties them to it?" ”

The old monk smiled and said: "This rope is called the spirit rope, no matter what kind of ghost or soul it is, as long as it is touched by this rope, it will automatically bind these things, so that people can control them, so as to better live these things." ”

I glanced at my uncle and said in my heart, how nice it would be if we had such a rope, and if we were to do it again in the future, we would be able to have a handy magic weapon.

So I tried to ask the old monk: "Master, my uncle and I are among the people, and we are also loved by the villagers for calling ghosts for the children, but we only have one kind of red rope in our hands, although it is also refined through spells, compared with this spiritual rope, the effect is much simpler, can you give us a few such spiritual ropes?" ”

Under normal circumstances, I don't ask for things easily, especially from others. Unexpectedly, as soon as I spoke, the master was happy, and he said, "Son, you think there are many of these ropes, but in fact they are only one, look closely at the pillar!" ”

I then looked closer at the pillar, and it dawned on me.

(To be continued)