The temple is not a big temple.

It's just an ordinary small temple in the mountains.

On weekdays, relying on the villagers under the mountain can have the most basic living security.

The money from the incense during the New Year is the largest source of income for the temple.

But it's also the New Year's holiday.

On weekdays, there are not many people in this temple, after all, no one will be full of food, and they will run to the mountain every day to worship the Buddha.

The people of Fuso believe in animism, and their reverence for various gods is reflected everywhere, but they do not go to worship Buddha devoutly.

And in this temple, the life of the old host is coming to an end.

The host is already in his nineties, and even in Fuso, he can be regarded as a long-lived one.

Because he has been reciting Buddhist scriptures all his life, the host has long looked down on life and death.

Feeling that his life was coming to an end, the old host called his two disciples.

In the sad eyes of the disciples, the old host calmly explained his future:

"When I'm dead, bury my body in the backyard."

"I have lived here for a lifetime, and I want to sleep here when I die."

"After living for so many years, I have no regrets for being a teacher."

"If I have to say that there is, it is probably because I was too tired when I was young."

"When the teacher was in his sixties and accepted your two disciples, he began to regret the laziness of his youth."

"However, after all, this life is limited, and I have read Buddhist scriptures for decades for teachers, and I have not read a reason."

"What a world this world..."

The old monk's eyes looked out the window, where the red sunset was overwhelming:

"Gods, immortals, demons, demons... It's all there. ”

"The Buddha we believe in must also exist, but the teacher has not been able to gain wisdom from the Buddhist scriptures, and I am afraid that I will not see the Buddha after death."

"You guys... If you feel at ease here, you can study the Buddhist scriptures and you may be able to attain supreme wisdom and become a true monk. ”

"If you think it's hard here, let's go down the mountain after burying it as a teacher."

"For the teacher... In addition to this regret, it is enough in this life. ”

The old monk's voice became smaller and quieter, and finally he lost his life, and sat there and passed away.

"Master!"

The two disciples immediately burst into tears.

Although people have their own aspirations, not everyone likes the life of Qingxiu on the mountain, but the old monk's nurturing grace for them is real.

Now that the old monk has passed away, the two disciples suddenly feel sad.

After a long time, the older disciple wiped his tears:

"Senior brother... Do what Master says. ”

"Bury Master's Dharma Body in the backyard, and... You can go down the mountain, and I can rest assured that there is everything on the mountain. ”、

"Senior brother..."

The young disciple looked at his senior brother in a daze.

The senior brother squeezed out a smile:

"You're still young, and your heart is uncertain."

"If you like the red dust, let's go to the red dust."

"If you feel tired, come back, and the senior brother will guard this home for you."

……

With a simple operation, the old monk was finally buried in the backyard.

The little disciple did not go down the mountain.

Because the master has just entered the ground, the two disciples still need to guard the master for a while.

After disposing of Master's body, it was already the second half of the night.

According to Master's request, the two disciples must go to bed on time, and now that it has been delayed for so long, the two disciples naturally go back to their respective rooms.

However, the master had just passed away, and the two disciples had no intention of sleeping, tossing and turning and thinking about their own thoughts.

Qin Ran looked at this scene and couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle:

"It's the father's kindness and the son's filial piety."

"In that case, I'll fulfill your regret and let the transcendent appear here."

As Qin Ran's words fell, a large amount of black liquid appeared out of thin air around the corpse of the old monk in the soil.

The black liquid invaded the old monk's body, rapidly transforming his essence.

The flesh and blood that had been thin became full again, but it became extremely green.

The yellowed nails also turn dark blue and grow at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The old monk's face was distorted, and the eyes on his dark face were gone, leaving only large cyan blood vessels.

The blood vessels seemed to come to life, and in the continuous wriggling, they converged in the middle of the old monk's face door.

Burst!

With a muffled sound, an extra eye appeared on the old monk's face out of thin air.

It was a giant one-eyed that had been torn apart and had grown back into its flesh.

The one-eyed eye was full of cyan bloodshots, and his eyes were wide open, looking extremely crazy and persistent.

The clumsy soles of the feet have also become a lot larger, becoming a pair of black flat feet.

"Chanting the scriptures... Chanting..."

The monster in the dirt crawled out silently and muttered towards the meditation room.

Looking at the figure of the monster, Qin Ran nodded with satisfaction.

The Qingfang owner was finally born.

The so-called Qingfang owner is a monster created by Qin Ran with the corpse of an old monk.

The principle of shaping is also very simple.

The black liquid parasitized in the corpse, devouring the divine power supplied by Qin Ran, transforming the corpse on a large scale.

Not only has the appearance of the corpse changed, but it even possessed incredible power.

Not only that, because of the residual memories in the cells, this so-called Qingfang owner can also show the corresponding obsession.

Of course, demons are demons after all.

Obsession is only the basis for the Qingfang owner's actions, and as the Qingfang owner continues to absorb the aura, he will eventually transform into a terrible demon.

You must know that in the myth of Fusang, the owner of the green square was made by the fall of the mountain god.

O mountain god...

Every move has the power of the mountains, but they are indulged in obsession.

This is the Qingfang owner created by Qin Ran.

And such a young owner will also be the root of everything that follows.

Knock knock...

Quietly walking into the meditation room, the owner of the Qingfang sat in front of the wooden fish and began to knock on the wooden fish rhythmically.

The crisp sound, echoing throughout the temple, seemed a little weird and demonic.

"Huh?"

"Why is there the sound of a wooden fish?"

The two disciples heard this voice for the first time, and after getting up in tacit understanding, they walked towards the meditation room together.

Through the candle flame in the meditation room, they vaguely saw a tall figure sitting there.

"Come in... Chanting..."

As if sensing the presence of the two, a hoarse and crazy voice suddenly sounded in the meditation room.

Hearing that voice, the hairs on the two disciples stood on end.

They could clearly feel the malice and madness in that voice.

It seems that if you don't go in and recite the scriptures, you will be disrespectful to the Buddha, and the next moment you will encounter unspeakable terror.

"Is this a demon?"

Such a thought arose in the hearts of the two disciples at the same time.

They looked at each other, then walked in with a look of horror on their faces.

Then they saw the completely distorted Master, the already great evil one-eyed.

"Chanting..."

Amidst the voices full of malice, the two disciples had to start chanting.

If you don't chant the scriptures, you will die.

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