The moon is half bent, like a hook.

The vast mountains became gloomy under the faint moonlight, and in the first half of the night, there were insects crying, but in the second half of the night, the mountains for dozens of miles became quiet, and then there was silence, as if something terrifying appeared.

Master Zhang woke up from his sleep and looked at the lady next to him sleeping soundly, he bit his thumb, and then drew a rune on Mrs. Zhang's face, and the rune emitted a faint brilliance.

It is also strange to say that Master Zhang is not a cultivator, but at this time there seems to be a mysterious power.

A seal around his waist shone faintly, and he was silent for a moment before removing the seal from his waist and placing it in the clothes on his wife's chest.

Then he crept out of the chamber, cautiously, lest he make some noise and wake up Madame, like a thief.

Gently closing the door, Master Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, but then his face became solemn.

He walked towards Kimina's wing, his face a little indifferent.

The door was open, and he remembered that he had looked before he went to bed, when the doors and windows were closed, and now they were open!

There was a faint golden light in the room, and a figure was at the head of Mu Ming's bed.

After Master Zhang entered this room, he saw this scene, but it was a little weird that the figure was illusory, like a ghost!

The phantom turned around and saw the indifferent old man Zhang, and also saw a wisp of white gas condensed in the hand of the old man Zhang, the white gas carried a trace of destructive power, it seemed to have a terrifying only, the phantom felt scorching, and the whole body was tingling, but he still bowed and saluted.

"Donor!" The phantom bowed and saluted, it was a bald monk, but he was kind and kind-eyed, and he showed a kind smile, which was also the reason why Master Zhang was a little angry, but he didn't make a move.

"Who are you, what do you want to do to my son?" Zhang Lai also spoke, his voice was not high, but the white qi in his hand was bright, the monk saw this, so he saluted, and then said: "Master Zhang, the poor monk is the abbot of this place......

Before the words fell, Master Zhang interrupted: "This place has long been dilapidated, and the abbot is nowhere to be found, and I have seen the abbot, and it is definitely not like you." ”

The monk smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, if you don't remember, the poor monk himself has forgotten it, probably sixteen years ago, at that time there was a relationship with the donor, and at that time I also showed the face to the donor, at that time it was said that the donor and a few people have their own natural appearance, but there are some differences in the suffering, I never thought that I would meet again, but it was a different way for people and ghosts......"

Master Zhang was surprised, and then carefully distinguished, and finally said: "It turns out that he is really a master, but the master looks like this...... His words were much gentler, and the indifference faded.

Although the monk is a phantom, his demeanor is no different from that of ordinary people, except that he is extremely old, like a centenarian, and his face is full of wrinkles, like the old bark of a pine tree.

"I'm dead, I'm just a ghost now, I'm not a threat to the donor, I'm a mortal when I'm alive, and my heart is the same when I'm dead, not a ghost. The monk spoke, extremely honest, Master Zhang pondered for a moment, and said: "What happened, you and I are the same age, but at that time you were like a warm jade, it was a good year, and familiar with the scriptures, you and I have dialectical Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, in my eyes, you have become a high monk, but now it is a different way of people and ghosts, and there is still a remnant of the world, but there is a wish is not fulfilled, if so, you say, I can do it for you, but it is also a fate back then." ”

However, the monk shook his head and said: "The monk, the four are empty, the six roots are pure, and the body is in the red dust, what is not satisfied, but the donor is kind, so that the poor monk is grateful, the donor said that he wants a fate, but the poor monk can't afford this cause and effect, but he is distressed by the poor monk." ”

"Why is this, by the way, why is this temple so depressed, I thought you had left......" Master Zhang felt unusual, and at this time, the horses outside the temple neighed, and Master Zhang was about to go out, but the monk said: "It's okay, that thing doesn't eat livestock." ”

Master Zhang became solemn, it seemed that something was wrong, and at this time, a strong wind was blowing, which made people feel cold on their skin, as if it was the cold winter season.

Seeing this, the monk just waved his hand, and then opened his mouth to chant the sutra, and layers of Buddha light came out, and a light curtain appeared, falling on Mu Ming's bed, isolating Mu Ming, and then said: "Strange, the same soul, but the body is not the same, and ......"

"Let's talk about your affairs, how did the monk become like this. ”

The monk saw Master Zhang shaking his head, as if he understood something, so he stopped: "It turns out that you already know." ”

Master Zhang sighed lightly, there were doubts about some things, so because of this, he was reluctant to touch the truth.

The monk glanced at Mu Ming, and the illusory body walked over and closed the window, which is strange to say, although it is illusory, but it seems that it also has strength.

"It was five years ago, there was a change in the mountains, there was a mountain spirit monster appeared, claiming to be the old demon of the Black Mountain, a vine wood monster, I felt something, so I went to find this fang......"

The elder just listened, and couldn't help sighing, it turned out that there was a vine tree on the black mountain in this mountain, but it was not a spirit, but a monster, there are some differences between the two, one is born from the favor of heaven and earth, and the other is born because of the condensation of evil power in the mountain, and was spurned by heaven and earth, and the old demon of Montenegro is the monster, but a monk died on the black mountain, and the monk contains a grudge, and then attaches to a thousand-year-old vine tree, and the vine wood is therefore psychic.

The monk therefore wanted to be tempered, so as not to harm the vine wood, but unexpectedly, the old demon of Montenegro came up by himself, saying that he was going to enter the Buddhist gate, and the monk was overjoyed, and his heart said that he was worthy of being a psychic creature.

After that, he accepted this vine wood as a disciple, chanting the Buddha every day, but what the monk didn't know was that this vine wood did so for his own washing of his own demonic energy, the monk is also a mortal, but he is dedicated to the Buddha, and the body condenses the Buddha relics, this relics are a breath, useless for ordinary people, but it is of great use to this vine wood, which will make the body of the vine wood directly transformed, because this is the power of the soul.

The reason why this is so is because the grass, wood, insects and beasts do not have seven orifices like anyone, some only have three orifices and four orifices, and some even don't know anything at all, such as the stubborn stone, and the relics are sincere powers, which have an anti-heaven effect, of course, it is only for these grass, trees, insects and beasts.

The so-called sincerity, gold and stone for the opening, is exactly this principle!

Fujiki chanting every day, the mind seems to have changed, unlike other mountain spirits and wild monsters, it seems to have seven orifices, no different from human beings, so the mind is active, it found an opportunity, and when its demonic energy disappeared, it directly swallowed the monk, and the monk's remnant soul was not spared, and at this time, the Buddha statues in the temple all chanted scriptures, to suppress this fang, but also to recapture a wisp of the monk's remnant soul, and the old demon of Montenegro was also injured and fled.

The remnant soul of the monk is muddy, there is no consciousness, and it is constantly consumed, and finally by mistake, it entered the golden body of Maitreya Buddha, and it was thus preserved, and the monk worships the Buddha every day, and the Buddha statue is invisibly connected, so he has recovered some consciousness in a few years of hard work, but he has never been able to leave, and he can not be reincarnated, and the arrival of several people in Mu Ming has achieved the monk.

A few people unintentionally prayed sincerely, and the power of a few people's wishes fell into the Maitreya Buddha and was absorbed by this monk, which led to the transformation of the form, so there was this scene.

After listening, Master Zhang sighed with emotion: "There is only the will of heaven in the underworld, I was instructed by you that day, but I didn't expect to do good deeds today, but although my husband and wife worship the Buddha devoutly, it is not enough for you to transform into a form, after all, we are mortals." ”

But after finishing speaking, Master Zhang looked at Mu Ming who was asleep on the bed.

"The power of Ling Gongzi's soul is shocking, and it actually carries the power of creation. There was a faint flame in the monk's hand, but the monk's body was completely dimmed, "This is the power of his mind, and it has the slightest taste of creation." ”

The flame in the monk's hand vanished, but his body regained its light again.

"So when the great donor is in the main hall, I want to show up, but I am afraid that you will think that I am a ghost, so I have been looking at you, and I am also considered to be elegant, the poor monk is not afraid of life and death, but I am afraid that you will be broken up before you open your mouth, and the original intention of the poor monk will not be achieved, and I will not appear until you fall asleep, in order to wait for the donor, in order to have a chance to speak to be grateful. ”

The monk saluted again, "In addition, I also want to remind you that the old demon of Montenegro has been doing strange things all these years, but all the monks in the past have been devoured, and I am also powerless, but fortunately he is afraid here, but the appearance of Ling Gongzi makes it ignore these." ”

The monk explained the reason, and Master Zhang thanked him, and then said, "I guess I can't go!"

But at this time, outside the temple, there was naturally a crying voice, and the monk's face changed slightly, and he said: "The two little foxes who secretly drank lamp oil in the temple have also grown up...... It's a pity to go the wrong way!"

Rumble!

The mountain gate was broken, the wind gusted, the horses outside the temple began to neigh, Master Zhang snorted coldly, walked out of the house directly, and then saw two white-clothed women crying outside the mountain gate, the voice was poignant, making people unbearable, as if they were two lonely and helpless women.

However, Master Zhang didn't have any mercy, and some just had killing intent!