The van was driving fast, and the rain crashed on the windshield with a clanging sound. Because of the cloudy air and circling erratically, the temperature in the car was extremely low, and I had to turn on the heater to be considered a little better.

Yunji Temple is in Xuchang and is a small and inconspicuous temple. It was almost nine o'clock when we found it. At this time, the Sanqing Town Corpse Talisman had already decayed, and it had no effect at all. The reason why he was able to survive this was not only because the four coffin nails nailed the limbs of the angry corpse, but also because Zhang Wuren had been using a brush dipped in gold paint to depict Buddhist texts on the coffin.

Although the depicted Buddhist texts were quickly impregnated with yin qi and turned black, the Buddhist texts disappeared quickly, and the speed of Zhang Wuren's painting was not slow, and the two sides were almost in a state of stalemate.

When I saw the temple gate of Yunji Temple, my heart was half cold on the spot. If nothing else, it's really because this temple is too small, there is only a three-entry courtyard, a plaque. The lights outside the temple were still on, still the kind of bright yellow that looked warm.

I said in my heart, is there a monk in such a temple? If not, what are we going to do tonight?

At this point, I can't help but think about it, whether there are monks or not, we have to get through this night. So I honked the horn of the car, got out of the car and went over to bang on the temple door.

The light rain was pouring down, which made me sober up a lot. I heard a hurried footstep behind the door, and then a bald monk stepped out of it.

I took a round plate that Zhang Wuren gave me and said, "Little master, we are from the Berlin Zen Temple in Zhao County, and we have something to ask for."

The bald monk looked down and said, wait a moment. Then he walked briskly back. I walked to the car and saw that Zhang Wuren was still painting Buddhist texts on the coffin, but there was obviously not much gold paint left.

Zhang Wuren was a little anxious, he sprinkled the gold paint on the coffin lid, bit his fingers, and drew a strange Buddhist text on it with blood, this Buddhist text was much stronger than the one he had just drawn with a brush, at least it could still be supported under the erosion of yin qi.

Zhang Wuren jumped out of the car and hurriedly said, what's wrong? If we don't have a Dharma Sangha, we'd better stay away from here. I can't think of anyone other than the Dharma monks of the Buddhist sect who can deal with this thing.

I reluctantly said, whether there is a Dharma monk or not, I will know immediately.

The temple was not very large, but we waited for more than ten minutes before we heard the sound of hurried footsteps inside. When the door opened, my eyes lit up, because there were four or five monks who came out, and two of them were wearing bright red robes, and their steps were fast.

It is important to know that the robe is a dress in Buddhism, and it is only worn when doing business, or when receiving important guests and Buddhist monks. Usually it's just a monk's robe. Only Dharma monks often wear robes because of their needs, because the robes on their bodies are actually a Buddhist ritual weapon.

Two monks in robes, one black and thin, the other lean and strong. The two are of the same age, so it seems that they should be brothers. After they came out, they directly recited Amitabha, and then said, the corpse in the car is angry, what kind of powerful thing did the two donors bring?

Zhang Wuyi didn't stop it, and directly said that it was the angry-faced corpse in the nine corpses welcome, and he was going to be sent to Hunan to a corpse chaser. It's just that this thing is too powerful, and it starts to transform halfway through. If the two masters are sure, please lend a hand, and if they are not sure, we will immediately take the corpse away from here.

The black and thin monk said that it is fate to come, not to mention that everyone is in the same vein as Buddhism, and they will never stand idly by.

One of the two monks is called Jinghai and the other is Jingyue. It is indeed a pair of brothers. After listening to what we said, Monk Jinghai opened the car door, and when he saw the black gas on the coffin, he exclaimed on the spot, and hurriedly took off his robe and covered the coffin.

It's also strange to say, he doesn't know what the mystery is in his robe, and those black qi can't penetrate the robe at all. He hurriedly beckoned us to take the coffin down.

We moved the coffin with the robe down and asked him where it was. Monk Jinghai said, put it in the Daxiong Treasure Hall!

To illustrate here, many people think that the Daxiong Treasure Hall is only available in Shaolin Temple, but it is not. In the temple, the main hall is actually the main hall, which is dedicated to Shakyamuni. Therefore, as long as there is a temple of a little scale, there will be a place called the Daxiong Treasure Hall. Although Yunji Temple is a little smaller, I don't know what's going on, but it also enshrines Shakyamuni Buddha.

Originally, there were lights on in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, but after we came in, Monk Jingyue hurriedly lit countless Buddha lamps. The Buddha lamp they used was slightly different from the shape of the Buddha lamp we used before, the Buddha lamp we used was in the shape of a lotus flower, and their Buddha lamp was a very quaint round copper lamp.

Monk Jingyue didn't know how many Buddha lamps he lit in one breath, and then turned off the lights. Monk Jinghai whispered a few words to Monk Jingyue, and then Monk Jingyue hurriedly walked out. I saw that the two monks were a little flustered, so I said that if the two masters are embarrassed, please don't force them, so as not to harm you when you get it.

Monk Jinghai said that this thing is indeed a bit difficult, but this is a Buddhist sect, and we are not completely without opportunities. He took out a Buddhist demon pestle from his waist and hung it around his neck, and then sat down opposite the coffin.

I secretly admired Monk Jinghai, because at this time, the corpse was so angry that even if I got closer to the coffin, I could detect the boring breath and the feeling of fear. And he sat directly opposite the coffin, you must know that this is the most dangerous place, as long as the angry face corpse rushes out, the first to bear the brunt is Monk Jinghai.

Zhang Wuren dragged me and said, let's not be idle. This thing is awesome, it almost killed me last night when I was blocked in the building. Let's work together, get through tonight, and wait for dawn to shine in the sun for a day.

I said what if it rains tomorrow?

Zhang Wuyan glared at him and said, crow's mouth! It's definitely a sunny day tomorrow!

I almost laughed, and said in my heart, Lao Zhang, you are really wishful thinking. Whether it rains or not, that's not up to us. But I didn't hit him either, anyway, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, so it's a big deal to give up this life, anyway, it's all given by Colonel Diming.

Monk Jingyue also walked into the Daxiong Hall silently, he was still holding a skeleton wearing a robe, Zhang Wuyi was not calm on the spot after seeing it, he whispered to me, now we may be saved, this is the noble monk's not bad golden body! It's a town, it's safe tonight.

As soon as he finished speaking, Monk Jinghai shook his head and recited a Buddha name. He said that the golden body is not omnipotent, and the weather is bad tonight, but when it is a big evil, even if there is a golden body with a teacher, it cannot be taken lightly.

He looked at the solemn Shakyamuni, and then put the golden body of the monk on the coffin, and then tidied up the robe on the golden body, and then sat back in place, saying, can you recite the six-character mantra?

When Zhang Wuren was in Shijiazhuang, he often went to the Berlin Zen Temple to discuss Buddhism with the monk Hongde, and naturally he could recite it. I was also influenced during this time, and I also read some Buddhist scriptures. We both nodded.

Monk Jinghai said, you sit here and recite the six-character mantra to temporarily suppress the corpse qi of the angry corpse. Senior Brother Jingyue and I are going to set up an altar and suppress it with the secret method of Buddhism.

Zhang Wuren and I immediately sat next to the coffin on the left and right, clasped our hands together, and recited the six-character mantra. It's just that I couldn't calm down, reading the scriptures in my mouth, but my heart kept thinking about it. For a while, I wondered if it would be useful for us to chant here, and then I wondered what we should use to block the angry corpse if it came out of it.

At the beginning, I was still worried and confused. But it's also strange to say, after reciting the six-character Daming mantra, my heart is much more stable. By the time I recited it a second time, the chaotic thoughts had been forgotten by me.

It wasn't until a loud bang woke me up that I came back to my senses.

It was still raining outside, and the Buddha lamps around were still lit up. Zhang Wuren sat opposite the coffin, but was obviously awakened by the voice, and his face was dazed.

Then I soon found out that the golden body of the high monk who was placed on the coffin by Monk Jinghai did not know when it fell, and the originally neat bones fell like this, and it became scattered when it landed.

And we were awakened by this voice.

I took a random look at my watch and before I knew it, it was already twelve o'clock! In other words, we recited the six-character Great Ming Mantra, and then relied on this golden body of Buddhism to suppress the angry corpse for two hours!

But now that the golden body had fallen, and the yin qi had skyrocketed at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, I could clearly hear a series of piercing scratching sounds coming from inside the coffin.

And the robe wrapped around the coffin also began to make a cracking sound, I looked closely, and I couldn't help but be frightened, because the coffin lid was desperately trying to open, and the robe wrapped in it was torn!

Zhang Wuren couldn't care about chanting the scriptures, picked up the tantric iron rod that had been placed by his side, and said, Lao He! Copy the guy on!