Looking at the lonely ghosts with pious faces around me, my pores stood up.

"This little monk has such strong Zen power."

I was hesitating to do something when a voice came from behind me that startled me.

Turning my head to look, I was frightened again, Zhang Lin's tall and thin figure came out of the tent at some point, just standing two steps behind me, and the flickering firelight from the bottom to the top, illuminating his emaciated facial contours very eeriely.

The lonely ghosts around him, such a comparison, at first glance, are not as scary as him.

This stick is really ****** evil, I cursed in my heart, thinking of his words, I couldn't help asking: "What is Zen power?" ”

"We Taoists, cultivating the Tao, the Tao is the derivation of the rules of heaven and earth, the change of the sun and the moon, the withering of plants and trees, are all rules."

Zhang Lin walked to my side and sat down, and said to himself: "The monks in the foundation building stage are still in the stage of accumulation and comprehension, and can only vaguely feel the rules of heaven and earth. ”

Zhang Lin closed his eyes, as if listening to the sound of the Buddhist scriptures and Sanskrit singing, and continued: "Buddhist disciples, participating in Zen, Zen is different from Tao, Tao is the rule of heaven and earth, Zen is the exploration of the true self, Tao cultivation and cultivation of Dharma, Buddha cultivation and meditation power. ”

"The rules of heaven and earth? …… The real me? ”

Zhang Lin's words made me stunned, and I was vaguely touched in my heart, and subconsciously asked: "What you said, can you understand it this way, Taoism cultivates the rules of the outside world, while Buddhism explores its own mysteries?" ”

Zhang Lin nodded.

I thought about it for a moment and said, "Can you do both?" ”

Zhang Lin opened his eyes and looked at me, and there was an indescribable strange taste in his eyes: "Loose cultivation of the double armor, the foundation of the third grade, the Jindan five grade...... After that, let's not talk about it, how old can you live? ”

I snapped my fingers here, my brain couldn't help but deviate because of his words, and I was a little excited in my heart, according to what he meant, now I can live to be one hundred and eighty years old!

Obediently, when you go back, you must pull all your relatives to try it together.

Zhang Lin continued to sigh faintly: "Cultivators, compete with time, just for a glimmer of life, unless they are talented, how many people have spare time to cultivate Buddhism and Taoism?" ”

I was a little unimpressed by what he said, thinking that I had only been in the industry for a week, and now I was already a foundation building a heavy heaven monk, although I didn't say it in my mouth, but my expression couldn't help but be a little moved, thinking that I would have the opportunity to learn from the precepts.

Zhang Lin seemed to be able to see what I was thinking, and said with an unfathomable smile: "Each has its own fate, but I still advise you to concentrate on cultivating the Tao, whether it is a talisman, a spell or a formation, or a pill, after all, it is the Tao, which can be cited for the side and corroborate each other, but if you want to set foot in the empty door, it is another world, if you don't believe it, you can also try, I am curious......"

"Curious about what?" I asked.

Zhang Lin thought about it, waved his hand, but said no more.

I wanted to ask again, but I heard the words "Amitabha," and the Sanskrit chanting stopped.

The dozen or so white-shirted ghosts around them respectfully kowtowed nine heads to the ring, and their bodies were all covered with white light, and then turned into a streamer and drilled into the ground.

I remember mentioning in the book that this phenomenon is the fingerprint of being successfully overtaken and feeling reincarnation.

One of the Yellow Pages also turned into a ray of light and burrowed into the ground to go to the ferry, while the other two bowed respectfully, looked at each other, and turned away.

"These two are...... Failed to overdue? I asked curiously.

"This little master is so deep in Zen power, even the Yellow Pages can be crossed, and the merits are immeasurable," Zhang Lin sighed, praised the precepts, and turned his head to me: "The Yellow Pages is already a ghost cultivator, you can choose to re-enter reincarnation, or practice diligently, and fight for a glimmer of heaven before the deadline...... Those two yellow pages took the initiative to give up reincarnation, and it seemed that they planned to continue to do ghost cultivation in the human world and fight for the other side. ”

I nodded, and suddenly felt some emotion in my heart, I thought that living was to eat, drink, sleep, do a stable job, find a beautiful wife, and give birth to a few noisy children, generation after generation......

If you have some motivation, it is just to make more money, shine on the lintel, at most, it is more capable, and feed back to the society, for the nation, for the country, for mankind to make some contributions within your ability......

However, the experience of this period of time completely disrupted my three views, crumpled them, threw them into the toilet bowl and completely flushed them down the drain...... Gone!

I know that people can cultivate the Tao in order to seek eternal life, I know that death is not the end of life, and I also know that in addition to the human world, there are also the underworld......

What star goddess, what famous car mansion, what Forbes edition...... In the eyes of cultivators, only the understanding of heaven and earth, and the most important thing is to gain the Tao and fight for the crossing.

I was sighing, and the McDonald's tent over there moved twice, and I saw a messy head poking out and yawning long: "Big brother, and that little bald head...... Go to sleep, and I'll be friends with this man. ”

McDonald's spoke directly, fortunately this Taoist priest named Zhang Lin also has a good temper, otherwise I would really be careful that the two of them can fight on duty at night.

Ringmeat yawned and slipped into his tent.

I nodded, rubbed my eyes, which were a little sour from the campfire, and went to sleep in my tent.

I slept very soundly this night, and when King Kong woke me up the next day, I clearly felt the smell of alcohol in his body, and so did Danfengzi, who was on the last shift with him.

I noticed that there were more than a dozen empty wine bottles lying on the side of the campfire, and the wine bottles were piled up with white snake bones, and it seemed that the two uncles had opened a small stove for themselves after waking up, but they both seemed to have a good amount of alcohol, except for the smell of wine, there was no drunkenness at all.

Gu Wei glared at King Kong after getting up, and King Kong scratched the back of his head at her in embarrassment.

Could it be this King Kong and Gu Wei......

The fire of gossip in my heart suddenly burned, and I looked at King Kong and then at Gu Wei with ambiguous eyes, King Kong's face turned red, and he turned around to clean up the tent.

Gu Wei also hurriedly ran to wash.

No way! It seems that there is such a thing!

Middle-aged uncle and little Lori...... King Kong, this guy can!

Thinking so, his eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the shiny bald head of the ring...... I couldn't help but complain in my heart: This hairstyle is really suitable for the occasion!

I looked at Jie's blank expression and smiled a little wickedly for a while.

"Boss, what are you smirking at here alone? Tell me about it too......"

"Ask so much what to do! Not ready to hit the road yet! ”

……

In the early morning, the fog in the forest was very heavy, and I walked with King Kong, McDonald's, Zhang Lin and a villager who volunteered to accompany us on a path less than one meter wide.

This villager's name is Yang Dazhu, who was withdrawn from Yang Jiaqi to join his relatives in Jianshan, and the reason why he offered to lead the way for us was to go back to find his wife, who disappeared on the day of the incident.

It has been a day since April 9th, and even though he knows that his wife is probably more than lucky, this man is still unwilling to give up that little hope.

We promised him to accompany him around the village, and it would not be too difficult to find his wife's whereabouts, for the mink in my hat was there, and the little fellow was a connoisseur of scents.

However, even if he found his wife, Yang Jiaqi was only less than two miles away from the thirty-two shells, which was the place where ghosts haunted the most, and it was unlikely that an ordinary village woman would escape from the mouths of these ghosts.

After leaving the village and walking in the direction of the thirty-two shells, we walked for about an hour before we came to a small canyon that, according to Yang Dazhui, was called Ghost Crying Stream.

Because of the special shape of the mountains on both sides, when the mountain wind pours into this canyon, it will make a sound like a ghost crying wolf, which constantly reverberates in the valley, hence the name.

Looking at the other side of the ghost crying stream, the half of the suspension bridge hanging on the cliff wall, the expressions of several of us were not very good-looking.

These ghosts really destroyed the transportation equipment in the mountains.

King Kong frowned and said: "Under normal circumstances, ghosts should not do such meaningless things, breaking the bridge of Jianshan, maybe these ghosts don't want to let go of the villagers of Jianshan, but even the bridge here has been destroyed...... I'm afraid something is going on in this mountain. ”

"Damn, how are we going to get over now?" McDonald's scolded and turned to ask Yang Da Hammer.

Yang Dazhui walked to the front, looked at the probe in one direction a few times, and said excitedly: "The zipline is still there!" We can zipline past! ”

"Zipline!?"

We looked in the direction he pointed, and there was a steel rope-like thing hanging on both sides of the Ghost Crying Stream not far to the northeast, and Yang Dazhui introduced to us that before the suspension bridge was repaired, the villagers in the mountains used this zipline to go back and forth on both sides, otherwise they would have to go around at least ten more miles.

We followed the path to the east to the end of the zipline, this path should have been unwalked for a long time, the weeds were all over the waist, King Kong took the machete to open the way in front, and we all took our weapons in our hands, in case something suddenly came out of the grass.

After walking less than 200 meters, a large tree with a diameter of more than 2 meters appeared in front of us, and the end of the zipline was wrapped around the trunk of the tree.

When we got closer, we found that there were two thinner steel ropes hanging under the thick steel rope, Yang Dazhui said, this thin steel rope is movable, used to send the hanger back and forth to both ends, we noticed that at this time on the tree on the south bank, a set of hangers is hanging.

Above the hanger is a pulley, there is a groove in the middle of the wheel surface, sandwiched with a thick steel rope, the lower part of the hanger is a protective gear made of hemp rope, just enough to put the legs in, and then wrap the waist with a buckle in the middle to lock the body.

Yang Da Hammer skillfully stepped forward to untie the hanger, turned around and asked, "Which of you goes up first?" ”