In Thailand and Southeast Asian countries, Buddhism has been the main religion for hundreds of thousands of years, and many ancient relics are hidden in the deep mountains and old forests, such as the reclining Buddha, stone carvings and even the remains of ancient temples, etc., Cambodia's Bang Mi Lie is a typical example.

I couldn't understand what the words on that stone wall were, and I asked Fang Gang when I was transporting the spirit body mountain spirit. He said it was probably Pali. It can only be Pali, because it is the only language of Theravada Buddhism, just as the scriptures of Mahayana Buddhism in India are all Sanskrit. In other words, this place we have walked through again when we were transporting the spirit spirits.

"Look at that." I whispered to the other person.

Fang Gang was already looking at the stone wall, and obviously saw it, and he shook his head slightly at me, signaling that I couldn't make a sound. I thought to myself, the spirit mountain spirit is an extremely yin thing, if I tell everyone, it will probably be bad, this secret must be left in the stomach.

Continue on for about half an hour. Suddenly, Luang Po Jane stopped and closed her eyes. Everyone didn't understand the reason, and thought that Master Long Po Jian was tired. He sat cross-legged on the ground, muttering something in his mouth. Then he opened his eyes, and two young monks came over, and Luang Po Jian raised her left hand and pointed in a certain direction: "There is a heavy resentment over there. ”

One monk was puzzled: "Leni is a holy thing. How can there be resentment? ”

Luang Po Jian said, "It's not Le Mu. Everyone was surprised, the Shenshan brothers had been dealing with the temple for many years, and they also knew a little about it, so they asked if there was the bones of a lost person nearby, or if the cultivator was buried underground.

"I don't know now, I have to go over and see before I can judge." Luang Po Jane replied. Fang Gang hurriedly stopped us, saying that we have our own tasks, so we shouldn't waste time on other things.

What he didn't expect was that Long Po Jian was determined to find out the source of his grievances, and he said that such a big grievance can only come from people, whether it is a lost person or a cultivator, since it can be encountered in such a remote place, it is a great fate, and it is necessary to take the initiative to eliminate its grievances, which is also meritorious.

Since he insisted so much, Fang Gang and I had no choice but to follow. Under the leadership of Luang Po Jian, we really found the altar that Lu Shiluen had set up for us in the flat place. After the wind and rain and the rummaging of wild beasts, the altar was in tatters. The ritual utensils and offerings placed on it were also scattered, and only a few dead man's leg bones were still on the earthen bag in front of the altar.

Luang Po Jian sat down in front of the earthen bag and began to chant mantras, and the two young monks also sat down. Ten minutes later, the two young monks were bleeding from their mouths and noses. Luang Po Jane stopped chanting, her face turned pale, and told us to call the answerer and ask him to go to the temple and bring all the monks who could move and come here to join us.

Fang Gang expressed strong opposition: "Can we give up this altar? Maybe this is a trap deliberately set up by a certain head descending master, just to attract practitioners passing by. so that they can save their lives in the process of blessing! But Luang Po Jane ignored him at all, just sat next to him with her eyes closed. In desperation, the deep mountain brothers had to take out a satellite phone to contact. I thought to myself, how could I find this place by such a coincidence?

Four hours had passed since the receiver came to us with more than 20 monks, and all the monks sat down in front of the altar under the leadership of Luang Po Khan and began to bless the mantras together. Several of these monks were also over forty years old. Perhaps because of the large number of people and strong mana, half an hour later, Luang Po Jian signaled that we could dig up the earth bag.

After a while, the dirt bag was dug up, and the wooden box containing the spirit mountain spirit was revealed, and Long Po Jian opened the wooden box with her own hands, and inside was the mountain spirit wrapped in a shroud. Removing the shroud, Long Po Jane was surprised: "This is the person who cultivated the black law before his death!" ”

"What do you mean?" Fang Gang and I both pretended to be surprised and asked.

Brother Fukayama and others also gathered around to watch, and Brother Fukayama said, "It seems to be a mountain spirit!" "Long Po Jane said to everyone. This is a mountain spirit, and it is made by the kind of descenter who practices black sorcery or the spirit of Azan after his death. Because he didn't want to be reincarnated and wanted to continue practicing the black law in the netherworld, he was very resentful, and his body would become smaller and smaller.

He took out a long warp thread and asked me to wrap it around the body of the mountain spirit, and then put it in the palm of the palm of the two dozen monks and passed it through the palms of the twenty or so monks. The monks chanted the mantra again, and we watched quietly. Half an hour later, we saw that the bodies of several monks began to shake, I don't know if it was a coincidence or something. An upside-down bronze ritual vessel on the altar suddenly rolled to the ground, making a loud noise.

At that moment, my temples suddenly ached sharply, and my eyes went black. Nothing can be seen. I tried to keep my eyes open, as if I had been covered with ten layers of black cloth. I pressed my fingers my temples, and Fang Gang asked, "What's wrong?" I shook my head and slowly fell to my knees, unable to speak.

Fang Gang hugged my head and asked in a low voice if I had a headache like the last time I was at Azangpong's house. I nodded reluctantly, and then I didn't know anything. When I woke up again, it was dark, and I was lying flat on the ground, no longer in the position of the altar. Long Po Jane sat next to me and saw me wake up, and the other party just nodded. The tent over there had been set up, and there were small self-generating lamps hanging inside. After asking Brother Shenshan, I found out that I was in a coma for six or seven hours. And the spirit body mountain spirit, under the blessing of the Dharma by Luang Po Jian and the monks, completely lost his resentment and spirit body. Turned into a normal corpse.

I think that's a good thing, at least I don't have to worry about it anymore. I asked Fang Gang, "What about the monks?" ”

Fang Gang said: "They have already gone back to the temple the same way. ”

I slept hard that night, and the recurring strange dreams continued. I'm curious, why didn't Fang Gang feel it? On the time of contact with the feminine object of the amulet. In terms of physique and energy, he should be more serious than me, is it because he wears a Buddhist card? But that's also a negative card.

Continuing to set off the next day, the Deep Mountain Brothers finally found a trace of a wild boar, judging from the footprints, it should be a huge guy. Everyone has been very dull these days, and now when they see the clues, they immediately cheer up. The helpers also loaded their bullets, and the deep mountain brothers put the frozen beef that had long since been softened on a big stone and hid to observe.

Half an hour later, there was a noise in the woods and weeds in the distance, and the deep mountain brothers hurriedly signaled everyone to keep quiet. A big wild boar came out of the woods, my scalp was numb, my legs were weak, it was the first time I had seen such a big wild boar, it was just a little donkey. And the left and right sides of the body and the back of the body are dark blue, as if they have been painted. The wild boar came to the side of the beef, ate it in a big gulp, and after eating it, rubbed on the tree next to it for a long time, and then slowly turned back and burrowed into the woods.

"Don't move, four people come with us!" The Fukayama brothers said to the four gun-wielding helpers. The six men came out and slowly followed the wild boar into the dense forest. I hung my heart and asked Fang Gang if they would be in danger, Fang Gang said that he didn't know either, but there were six people, with guns and strong anesthetics in their hands, and they should be fine. But looking at Fang Gang's stern expression, I felt that it shouldn't be so simple. The wild boar has extremely thick skin, and the large boar is probably even more difficult to deal with. I regretted being a part of it even more, and I didn't dare to think about what would happen if the wild boar rushed out and the gun couldn't kill me.

After a long time, we heard gunshots from the direction north of the woods, about a dozen or so, and we were all nervous. Later, Fang Gang's satellite phone rang, he turned on the hands-free function, and the hurried voice of Brother Shenshan came from inside: "I found the cave where the wild boar was found, you went into the woods and kept walking forward, and when you encountered a big rock, turn right-" The phone was interrupted, and Fang Gang saw that the battery was dead.

According to the route provided by Brother Shenshan, the seven of us really found a place, there is a large stone wall here, there is a hole in the wall, Brother Shenshan and two people ran from a distance, saying that they were found by the wild boar, and fired a lot of shots, but the wild boar did not die at all, and the two injections of the anesthetic gun did not seem to work. The six of them were scattered, including his cousin, and the remaining three were still chasing, and they couldn't meet together for the time being.

Everyone walked towards the stone wall, and I was so scared that my legs were too weak, so I had to let Fang Gang help me go. He thought it was because I was in a coma last night, but I was actually scared.