There is countless darkness hidden under the dark starry sky, a black figure is hidden in the dark, no one can see his appearance clearly, the young Song Qingshu can't, the shrewd and veteran Cai Ji can't see clearly, and even Ci'en can't see the other party's appearance clearly at once.

A terrifying aura emanated from the dark shadows, and the eerie ghost aura was even more chilling. The ghostly aura of the ghast messenger just now was like a fluorescent light competing with the bright moon. There was a rattling sound from the shadows, the sound of chains dragging on the ground.

Mercy's eyes widened, and the light pierced the shackles of the night. The lotus flower is in full bloom, exuding the compassionate atmosphere of Buddhism and dispelling the ghostly energy. The breeze blows the bright moon, and the lotus flower shows its true face.

This night was Song Qingshu's most terrifying night, not only saw the soul envoy of the underworld, but also was able to witness the bull head, one of the six evil gods walking in the world in the netherworld. The bull head and the horse face are inseparable, and since the bull head is here, the horse face must also be nearby.

The mercy that opened the eyes of heaven did not realize the existence of the horse face. The ghostly bull head stared at the old monk without saying a word. Eyes as big as brass bells scanned the surroundings, especially when the eyes were quick to catch, and their eyes were full of menace. Frightened, more than a dozen people shrank into a ball and shivered.

Ci'en clasped his hands together and said: "It turned out to be Lord Niutou, and the poor monk was rude." ”

Niu Tou snorted coldly from his nose and said, "If it weren't for the face of Jizo Bodhisattva, Lao Tzu wouldn't have made this trip." The purity of Buddhism has been destroyed by you foolish people who have immortal hearts. ”

"Nmida Buddha, sin, sin. And all the sins will be borne by the poor monks. But where are the souls of the five hundred? The poor monk promised to save their lives. "The word of mercy that does not give up.

"Presumptuous. The affairs of the Netherworld and Hell will not be judged by you, a monk of mortal flesh. The bull raised the chain angrily and whipped it over. Suddenly, the ghost aura increased greatly, turning into an endless murderous aura around the iron chain.

The old monk did not dodge the iron chain attack, and when the iron chain of the bull's head roared, an invisible gang qi protected the mercy, which is the golden bell jar of the true sect of Buddhism, known as King Kong is indestructible and indestructible. Not even the Nether Chains of the Bull's Head could break through the defenses of Mercy. The iron chain beat against the air wall, and it didn't move.

The bull head still sneered: "You old bald donkey has some meaning. With that, he put away the chains. "You're good to catch my blow. Don't go to the troubled waters of hell. Go back to your temple as soon as possible, peel off your stinky skin, and talk to me. The chained ox's head disappeared into the night.

Unexpectedly, the people from the Netherworld also intervened. And he is also one of Yan Jun's right-hand men. Ci'en wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. In his heart, he said: "I still can't fight the power of hell alone, just a bull head can hurt myself." If it's more powerful black and white impermanence, I'm afraid it's not something I can handle. The bull's head just now was simply warning himself. I'm afraid the Netherworld already knows what he's doing in the Sheep Intestine Path. ”

In the dark night, the Hunters who had already been heartbroken cautiously approached the wounded Mercy, and what they saw and heard tonight was far beyond their imagination, and the soul envoys and bull heads of the underworld appeared one after another. These are all mythical characters handed down from generation to generation, and what they see with their own eyes today can not make their hearts tremble.

Cai Ji said boldly: "Holy monk, what should we do now?" At this time, he had already lost his mind, which was beyond the world he had known in his life.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't tell you about tonight, you'll be fine. The Netherworld never detains those who have not yet reached the end of their lives. The old monk comforted everyone. Therefore, according to legend, as long as the living see the oracle of the netherworld, they are not far from death.

This is not the case, the Netherworld Mansion strictly stipulates that all kinds of ghosts are not allowed to detain human souls at will, and if the wrong person is detained, they will re-enter the reincarnation and practice at worst, and at least they will be demoted to official positions and reduced ranks.

But the old monk's words did not have much effect, people worship ghosts and gods, respect and stay away. Cai Ji's first reaction was to leave here quickly, the place where the gods and men stayed, mortals can't easily put it in their pockets. For God is also dead.

In the war of the gods, those who cultivate to the advanced level become their immortal paths, and those who are rooted in the second place become their gods. The so-called Shinto is that after death, the soul enters the god platform, and after death, the god is in the heavenly court, and the people in the world are regarded as their own responsibility.

God has no life, so people worship God.

Ci'en said with difficulty: "The poor monk still has one more thing to ask for. I beg your consent. ”

"No, no. If there is anything to talk about tomorrow, I will talk about it tomorrow. Cai Ji said angrily. He was afraid that the gods would bring disaster upon him.

Ci'en took out a compass from Bainabu and shone it into the moonlight, the compass emitted a faint ghostly light, the middle pointer kept rotating, and finally the yin and yang reversed the pointer pointed due north. The glow in the compass points to the north.

The old monk put the compass away, knowing that he couldn't ask these mortals to help him today. The internal organs in the abdomen were dislocated by the bull's head just now. In order to confirm something, mercy must be confirmed tonight.

The pace of difficult movement, slowly moving under the gaze of everyone, blood kept coming out of the old monk's mouth, and the injury caused by the forcibly moving body. The youngest Song Qingyun couldn't stand it anymore, so he walked over and hugged the old monk and said, "Holy monk, I'll help you over." ”

Cai Ji saw his son-in-law running over, and immediately said sharply: "You kid will come back for me, don't die." That was a warning from a man of God. ”

Zheng Goudan also ran over to support Ci'en and said: "Holy monk, I will also help you, and when you go back, I want you to go to my house to recite the scriptures." I don't want my dad to keep dreaming for me when the time comes. ”

"Thank you, two donors. The poor monk was grateful. Kindness said gratefully.

"Alas. Cai Ji stomped his feet fiercely and said: "Two untalented guys." It's all about worrying. What are you doing here? Don't help them yet. "One is his son-in-law, and the other is his nephew.

Ci'en was supported by Song Qingyun and Zheng Goudan and walked a hundred and two steps before stopping and said, "Thank you two donors, I calculated just now that you helped me walk a total of one hundred and two steps." I will guarantee both of them a hundred years of longevity. ”

At that time, neither of them cared about what the monk said, but after more than 100 years. Song Qingyun and Zheng Goudan are already people in the county, and the six generations of the Song and Zheng families have become prominent families in the county. Even the successive county commanders were courteous to the two. At that time, they understood the words of the old monk.

Ci'en walked to a new place and said, "Please open this new tomb." I guess the man was inside. ”

Song Qingyun said embarrassedly: "I'm afraid this is not good, after all, people die greatly, since he is buried, don't bother him." ”

Ci'en smiled and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, just take out what I want." Won't bother him. I think I'm an old friend with him. ”

"Since it was ordered by the holy monk, we will do it. Zheng Goudan said to the grave, "I'm sorry." Excuse me. "Bring the hoe from the temple and open the new grave. Every time a hoe is opened, a nameless cold air rises from the soles of the feet to the top of the head. Zheng Goudan turned around and asked, "Is the holy monk really okay?" ”

Ci'en shook his head and said, "The two donors don't have to be afraid, the poor monk will definitely keep the two safe here." The monk didn't listen to the rosary, and kept reciting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

Spit lotus flowers in your mouth.

The most subtle existence of Buddhism pervades all things, and Buddhism is compassionate and often persuades everyone. I'm afraid that the old monk's lost spirit tonight will not be able to recover in two or three years. Tulian is wasting his cultivation. Resolve the doom of others with your own strength.

Cai Ji, who was watching coldly, was very annoyed by the actions of these two people, and he didn't pay attention to his head at all. The expression of hatred made the people next to him dare not speak.

"A bunch of rice buckets, and they don't go to help them. Cai Ji, who couldn't bear it, roared. His keen sense of smell made him feel uneasy, and it was not safe to leave as soon as he was done with the affairs here, even if there was a benevolent monk, after all, he alone could not take care of everyone.

The windy and dark path exuded a chilling atmosphere, and even a few stunned young men who were not in harmony with the world felt the fear emanating from the night. The wind howled in the distance, and the huge trees swayed unlistened, emitting a hoarse voice, as if recounting the fierce fighting of the night before. Dark clouds obscured the bright moon and obscured the starry sky. It's dark. Only compassion radiates the light of Buddhism and illuminates the surroundings.

The evil hidden in the darkness is finally about to move, and countless mountain ghosts and spirits have come out of their nests, surrounding the trappers to prevent them from having a chance to escape.

The evil light of mercy is like a light in the night, attracting countless glooms.

"Light the torch and light up everything around me. Cai Ji roared. All the catchers began to act, cutting down trees, cutting trees, and starting fires. Soon a bonfire will be lit. The raging fire burned and emitted a great amount of heat, and the light of the flame pierced the darkness, and the hot flames danced with the wind through the night wind, and the violent flames drove the mountain spirits far and wide.

"Whew. The wolf's voice was unusually loud in the night, and the nocturnal carnivores began to move.

"Headcatcher, it's okay. A timid catcher shuddered.

Cai Ji said viciously: "Give me a cheer up." Don't fucking let these brutes go. ”

At this time, Song Qingyun finally dug up the new grave. Hurriedly asked the monk to go over and see if it was the person he was looking for.

Zheng Goudan pretended to be angry and looked inside, and the man was lying very peacefully. Dressed in plain clothes, he was packed up very quickly. It can be seen that he is the murderous aura that Jiangyang thieves should have.

"Amitabha. Ci'en pronounced the Buddha's name, and jumped down and took out a crystal clear silk from his body. The face that had been very peaceful suddenly changed dramatically. The corpse stood up instantly. Ci'en gently touched his head and said, "Dust to dust, dust to dust." The past no longer returns to Huangquan early. ”

The evil aura on the corpse suddenly disappeared, and the calm face of the corpse was restored again.

When they just got off the corpse and stood up, Song Qingyun and Zheng Goudan were so frightened that they almost didn't shout the word "corpse". What they had experienced tonight was enough for them to show off in front of their juniors in the future. Although there is nothing to brag about.

Ci'en jumped up and looked at the corpse and said, "You have a good death in this life, and you can use a good coffin after death." There are also people who tidy up your face. I don't know if the old monk will be able to have your honor in the future. Amitabha. Good, good. With that, he closed the coffin. And ask the catchers to cover it with dirt. It is a very deep sin to disturb the dead, and since it is Song Qingyun and Zheng Goudan's grave, it should also be re-covered by the two of them.

Cai Ji walked over and asked, "Has the Holy Monk ever found what you need?"

"We've found it, and now we can go back to the county. Ci'en held the rosary and took out the shrinkage from his clothes and gave it to Cai Jidao.

After covering Wen Ye's new grave, everyone rushed to Xuanhua County. The campfire was left burning. The mountain ghosts and spirits of the sheep intestine trail have a full meal.