"What? The Shura Ghost Mother has already merged her corpse and soul?" Xiao Qi said in shock. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

They originally planned to come tonight to deal with the Shura Ghost Mother, but they didn't expect the Shura Ghost Mother to be the first to be the first, and the corpse and soul were already united, so they were directly caught off guard.

Xiao Qi glanced at the burial monk unhappily, if he was willing to join forces with a few of his people yesterday, the situation would not have become so bad. Now it's okay, the Shura Ghost Mother has become one corpse and soul, and her strength must have skyrocketed a lot.

The burial monk sighed and muttered, "Amitabha... ”

"Master, now is not the time to blame yourself, let's find a way to deal with the Shura Ghost Mother. Now that she has become one corpse and soul, even if we join forces, we will not necessarily be her opponents. Therefore, I also hope that the master will notify the monks of the Hokuzen Temple to come. Hearing this, the burial monk said a piece of news that made Xiao Qi and them die.

It turned out that Beichan Temple had also been attacked by demons and monsters a few days ago, and almost all the monks with advanced Buddhism had been killed.

Today, the North Chan Temple can be said to be an empty temple, and those monks who did not die have also left the temple. Only he and the disciples around him were left.

Xiao Qi is helpless, it's really worse...

The burial monk opened the iron door and easily pushed open the wooden door, and after that, he glanced back at Xiao Qi and the others.

Walking in, the burial monk glanced around, his eyes fell on the grave in the middle, and said to himself: "It turns out that her body is no longer here." ”

Xiao Qi and the others looked inside and found that this place was still the same as before, only a faint yin qi...

Where does the cloud-covering energy come from?

The burial monk slapped two palms, except for the tomb in the middle, the two tombs next to him exploded directly, revealing two mahogany coffins. He avoided the circle and walked quickly to the coffin, and without saying a word, shattered the coffin.

Looking at the white bones in the coffin, the burial monk breathed a long sigh of relief. What he feared the most, fortunately, didn't happen...

Xiao Qi and the others were right behind, watching the funeral monk perform.

He turned to the black coffin, looked at it carefully, and then looked up and said, "Amitabha, I wonder which Taoist friend is willing to help the old man open this coffin?"

Zhou Jiahao half-jokingly said: "You open it as soon as you palm it." ”

"Don't..."

His words confused the little seven people. The Shura ghost mother has already united her corpse and soul, is there still an evil thing in the coffin?

Xiao Qi volunteered to step forward, stretched out a hand, covered the coffin, and sensed it with spiritual power, and suddenly felt the coldness of the tentacles, and was suddenly startled: This coffin seems to be made of gloomy wood and other yin wood, completely isolating the breath inside, it seems that the things inside the coffin are not ordinary.

Xiao Qi didn't open the coffin rashly, looked back at the burial monk and said, "Master, I want to ask, what is this coffin made of?"

"Gloomy wood and sandalwood..."

Xiao Qi nodded, turned around and slapped a few times on the coffin board, and the steel nail popped out. Then he broke the corner of the coffin and pushed it to the side. The coffin lid fell to the ground, and when I looked down, I found that there was still a coffin.

He was about to open the coffin inside, but the monk suddenly said, "I'll come." ”

Xiao Qi didn't speak, but stepped aside...

The monk did not open the coffin immediately, but took out seven lotus lanterns, placed them directly above the coffin, lit the lotus lanterns, sat cross-legged on the ground, and kept reciting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth. Xiao Qi beckoned to the monk and asked him to come over and listen to what the old monk was reading.

The monk listened for a while and told Xiao Qi that he was still reciting the supreme mantra of Buddhism!

A few minutes later, the coffin suddenly shook, and several beastly roars rang out. Xiao Qi frowned, there were zombies in the coffin?

Xiao Qi clenched the Longquan Sword and stared at the shaking coffin...

Suddenly, dense holes appeared in the coffin lid, and golden light shot out from it, converging into a picture in mid-air. A few people looked at it and thought that the picture looked very much like the floor plan of this hotel.

In one corner of the drawing, there are three black dots flashing...

The old monk muttered, "Where is it hidden, no wonder the old man can't find it." ”

He stood up, looked at the coffin lid that was already full of holes, and slapped it with one palm, and the coffin lid shattered, revealing the true face inside the coffin.

Everyone stretched out their heads to look at it and froze. In the coffin, it turned out to be a monk, and this monk was exactly the same as the old monk who was buried empty, and even the beard he grew was the same shape.

Xiao Qi's eyes wandered between the old monk and the corpse in the coffin, and the monk ignored Xiao Qi's puzzled eyes, he kept looking at the corpse in the coffin.

In a moment, the old monk wanted to reach out and touch the corpse, but the corpse suddenly writhed and let out an extremely terrible roar, and the coffin also vibrated as before.

The monk's face did not change, and he reached out and touched the corpse...

He touched the corpse from top to bottom as if he were touching a bone. As he straightened up, he breathed a sigh of relief. Xiao Qi could hear that this was a feeling of relief, and then said softly: "Master, can you explain?"

The burial monk said slowly: "He is my junior brother..."

"Your junior brother?"

"That's right, in order to suppress the corpses of the Shura ghost mothers, the junior brother used himself as the center of the magic circle, using gloomy wood and sandalwood as coffins, supplemented by Buddhist mantras. The circle is not broken, his soul is not scattered, and his body is not rotten...

Although the magic circle is not broken, the body of the Shura Ghost Mother is no longer here, so I can only open the coffin and let the junior brother come out. ”

"He's not dead?"

"It's dead, but the spirit is still there. I cast a spell, and his soul can enter the Lord's body for a short time, and it can also help me. Xiao Qi frowned, this is what people in Buddhism call compassion?

refused to completely destroy the body of the Shura Ghost Mother, but instead used himself as the center of the magic circle to suppress it.

However, in Xiao Qi's eyes, this practice is asking for hardship...

Whatever compassion is cherished, what I don't go to hell and who goes to hell are all fake. If the body of the Shura Ghost Mother had been destroyed, where would there be today's affairs.

The burial monk took out a white jade bottle from the embroidered robe, opened the cork, and a wisp of phantom floated out and stood beside the burial monk. At first glance, it looks like two empty monks.

"Senior brother..." He saluted to the burial monk, his eyes swept around, and he said softly, "It seems that she has broken free from the magic circle." ”

"Alas, not only that, but the corpse and soul have become one. The monk said: "Senior brother, you enter the body, I cast the mantra of great mercy and compassion, and your soul can enter the body of the Lord for a short time, and go with me but the sin created by a soft heart eight years ago." ”

"Amitabha..."

The burial monk's junior brother turned into a puff of green smoke and drilled into the corpse's eyebrows, and he immediately cast a spell to imprison his junior brother's soul in the flesh. After a few minutes, the monk stopped moving.

Xiao Qi asked softly, "Master, why does your junior brother look exactly like you?"