"Xuanyi, good boy, wake up. Shi Jian walked into the Buddha hall and shook Xuanyi, who was cowering in the corner.

"Uncle Shi Jian, why is it dark again? Whenever I wake up, I can only see that it is pitch black. Ah, have I slept for a long time?" Genichi opened his eyes, and the scarlet eyes were also very obvious in the dark.

"Yes, it's still dark!" Shi Jian's voice was soft enough, "Xuanyi, I have discussed it with Bianzhen, and we have decided to chant for you to exorcise demons." This time, if you can get rid of the demons in your heart, you can return to the vulgar. ”

"No need. I have nowhere to go but my demons. Only here, and my concerns. You, the abbot, and a dozen uncles, I can't give up. Xuanyi said.

Shi Jian was silent for a while, first shook his head, then nodded, and patted the child's shoulder, "It's okay, it's up to you from now on." Do you want to be full of gods and Buddhas, or ...... Well, I just hope you get what you want. ”

"I understand," Xuanyi sat up, leaning against the wall, he subconsciously touched his wrist, "My Buddha beads, but Uncle Shi took them off?"

"That Buddha bead...... Defend the truth for you. Your wrists are so thick that you can't wear them anymore. The last time I saw you wearing it, there was already a string of marks left on your wrist, and I thought that it would be better if I strung it again with a more elastic silk thread, so I took it off with a self-talk. Xuanyi, you won't be annoyed with me, will you?"

The appearance of the interpretation is serious, and I have always seen it recently. So much so that Xuanyi almost forgot that his uncle used to be a person who loved to play tricks on him, and it was all because of his demons. Half out of pity, half out of love.

Xuanyi shook his head, "Naturally, it won't." ”

"Okay," Shi Jian smiled lightly, and his powerful arms pulled Xuan Yi up, "Child, you stink." Before the exorcism, let me take you to a bath first, so that you can change into a new monk's robe and robe. Come with me!"

Xuanyi stepped unconsciously, and with the pull of Shi Jian, he came to a steaming hot spring. The mist is continuous, the rocks are cold and arrogant, and from a distance, it is ethereal like a nine-song fairyland.

Since it was a hazy night, the only light was the remnants of the cold scorching scorching cast by the bright moon. The reflection of the moon is imprinted in the hot spring water, and the clear waves are slightly wavering, and the moon shadow is shattered.

"On the stones there, Jingdu has prepared new monk's robes and robes for you. Xuanyi, good boy, you can soak here for a while, so that you can wash away the lead from the mortal dust. ”

Shi Jian pointed to a large stone at the other end, and it could be seen that on the stone, a white Gebu monk's robe and a soap-colored gold-rimmed robe were neatly stacked.

"Good. After Xuan Yi waited for Shi Jian to leave, he stepped into the hot spring pool without taking off the dirty clothes on his body, disturbing the afterimage of the clear water and causing ripples.

The water was boiling hot and wrapped around him. It seems that he is embracing someone, and he has a delusion at the moment.

Genichi stretched out his arms, as if trying to wrap around something, but he only touched the wet heat. He looked ahead at the empty air, and his face turned hideous. His eyebrows furrowed, all the more terrifying because of the bright red of his eyes.

He was in the hot spring, but he was shivering with cold, his muscles twitched, and the knotted green tendons burst out one after another, as if he had been poisoned by Gu poison or miasma.

"I'm unwilling. After he "fell ill", he would only repeat this sentence every time.

"I'm unwilling. ”

"I'm unwilling. ”

Xuan Yi said several times in a row before he forcibly suppressed the dryness in his heart. He buried his whole body in the hot spring, his eyes closed, the mist wetting his eyelashes and sticking them together.

There were droplets of water on his skinny and bulging face. The mud is mottled and falls off with water.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight. "Xuanyi has never looked at the moon, but he is so sure. Obviously, the moon shadow is also blurred and unformed, only a faint moonlight, like a stream of fireflies, is still beautiful.

Genichi clenched his fists and resisted the bloodthirsty slaughter that rose from the bottom of his heart.

I don't want to become a Buddha, I don't want to become a demon.

Although it is quite Buddha-like, it also incurs demons. This is my calamity.

On the second day, Bianzhen and Shi Jian led Xuanyi to the main hall. As on the day of the ordination, a dozen monks were ready, bathed in incense, and donned their robes.

Only this time, they sat in a circle and formed a circle. The arc of the circle is missing a little, presumably because the interpretation and debate have not yet been seated.

"Xuanyi, go!" Bianzhen pointed to the open space in the circle, and motioned for Xuanyi to sit in the center.

Xuan nodded his head and sat down obediently. In front of them were commentary and debate, and they first meditated with their eyes closed and their palms together to meditate.

The same is true of a dozen monks.

Then, as if I got some signal. They opened their eyes in unison, took the bottle in their hands, tapped the nectar with their fingers, and dripped three drops on Xuanyi's forehead.

Like on the day of his ordination, this is to hope that his six roots will be pure.

Everyone looked at Bianzhen, who returned to his seat, nodded, and was about to chant the sutra first, when he heard a sharp knock on the door of the temple.

"Abbot, Abbot, are you there, are you not?"

"Is there anyone, is there anyone?

The people who came were noisy and loud.

The people recognized this voice, and he was the people of Nanling. He has come and gone to Garan Temple many times to offer incense.

"Debate, this ......"

"I've already told them that it's not to bother today. Bianzhen frowned, looked at his junior brother, and looked at Xuanyi, "Don't worry about him, let's continue." ”

"Come on, masters, there is a girl who has fainted and seems to be very sick. Her name is 'Purple Kite', and she asked me to send her to Garan Monastery because I was afraid that there was something urgent. Could you please Master Jingdu come and see her? ”

Wang Da Niu did not give up, spoke roughly, and was full of anger. The birds scattered, and the aftermath lingered around the wall pillars.

"Eh, I'd better take a look first!" Jingdu heard the words and weighed the severity, after all, human life is a matter of heaven, and it is not easy to delay.

At this point, the exorcism ritual had to be suspended.

Everyone got up and came to the gate of the temple, and when they saw that they had opened the door, they saw a rugged man with thick eyebrows standing there in a shabby cloth robe, covered with sweat.

"The masters finally came out, and the purple kite girl was pale and sweating. I saw that her body was hot and cold, which was really strange, so I hurried over. She is now in a trance subconsciously, Master Jingdu, come and take a look at her. The one who walked on my ox cart was. ”

Shi Jian and Wei Zhen followed Jing Du to the side of the ox cart, and Jing Du was a little surprised, but Shi Jian and Wei Zhen immediately frowned and looked at Xuanyi.

"This is not Shen ......," Jingdu almost asked.

Shi Jian immediately interrupted, "Thank you for sending the Purple Kite Girl here." We'll heal her. Rest assured. ”

"There are a few masters here, so I am naturally relieved. ”

Everyone sent Wang Da Niu away.

Shi Jian was holding the "purple kite", he looked at Xuanyi, and wanted to say something but stopped talking.

"Xuanyi, it's Shen Qingjun. Now, he said it immediately.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors