Late at night, when everything was silent, the whole sky seemed to be shrouded in a dark curtain of heaven and earth, and the air was still extremely humid and warm due to a sudden rainstorm not long ago.

There was not a single light around, the black hand could not see the five fingers, and the faint mountain wind carried a unique smell in the wild mountain range, but it was faintly with a little blood.

In the endless vast mountains in these four directions, occasionally a few distant and loud beast howls sounded, and the shaking mountains were echoing, this is their world, and at night in such an environment, it is these darlings of nature who open their bloodthirst

The best time to fang.

The rise of every new thing is inevitably accompanied by the passing and decay of the older generation, which is the law of heaven and earth, and has not changed in the slightest since ancient times.

On a very inconspicuous hill, there was a sudden strange noise in a cluster of low bushes, and there seemed to be something hidden in the shadow of the branches and leaves.

At this moment, there is not a trace of light penetrating through, if there is, you must see a rickety figure hidden in this bush, his breath is suppressed as much as possible, if it is not carefully searched, even if it is in front of you at this moment, it may not be found.

The figure was trembling all over, and the whole person seemed to be in a very frightened state, his eyes staring at the bushes, but he could still hear a few chattering teeth occasionally.

What was feared in this man's heart, but what it was was unknown.

"Damn, damn it, where did this damn bastard come from, so many masters in the clan who came here this time were actually solved by it one by one, it's really damned. God forbid, this killing god should leave quickly!"

The cowering back turned over in his heart at this moment, and he almost didn't even dare to come out, afraid that the slightest noise around him would attract the killing god in his mouth.

Suddenly, an abnormal yin wind blew across this person's back, for a moment. It was as if a poisonous snake had climbed up his neck, making him shiver coldly.

It is a sign of danger that comes from within, and it is a cultivator's keenest intuition about his surroundings.

In an instant, beads of sweat the size of beans on this person's forehead dripped down, and his throat contracted violently, as if he was about to scream, but out of previous fear, he had to swallow the exclamation that rushed to his mouth.

This sense of crisis in his heart made his whole body feel as if he had been overpowered, and every pore on his body was bubbling with a trace of cold air.

Behind the scenes!! No longer the sluggishness when his breath was restrained, two bright rays of light burst out from his eyes in an instant, and the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a hideous look.

"Boom" This person shot like lightning, no matter what was behind him, his palms were swallowing terrifying true power, and in the darkness, it was like two snow-bright heavenly knives out of their sheaths, and there was a surge of Ling Ran's killing power.

At this moment. I don't care about continuing to hide, and it's best to solve the sudden danger behind me first.

But unexpectedly. This powerful palm was in the hand, and there was a feeling of softness in the palm.

The next moment, the face of this figure turned pale, as if he had seen a powerful ghost alive.

Although it was dark night, what came into this person's eyes were two ghostly fires that were extremely green, just reflected in the terrifying light of the gloomy and cold. A vague outline unfolded in the man's glaring eyes.

It was a smiling face that was extraordinarily bright and kind, not very old, about the appearance of a young man, and a mouthful of white teeth that looked particularly infiltrating and terrifying in the green glow.

"This benefactor, the wilderness is very dangerous. Why don't you hide from the rain with the little monk?"

The ghostly figure opened his mouth faintly, and it wasn't until his words fell in his ears that the panicked figure who was about to collapse realized that the person in front of him was actually a monk with a shiny head.

It's okay not to be aware of this, but after a sharp sense of it, this terrifying figure can barely stand.

In the middle of the night in the wilderness, he met a young monk of unknown origin, and it was a monk with ghost-like eyes in his eyes, and the huge contrast between the two directly collapsed his heart.

Although the land of the Eastern Regions does not have a lineage of Buddhism and Taoism, it does not mean that there are no monks, but it is really rare, and they are all some pending monks who travel the world to spread Buddhism, most of them come from the west and the east.

The source of the desolate Buddhism is the 'Bodhi Temple', the head of the Western Soil, but there are still many branches that are also branching out, and it is impossible to count how many disciples do not belong to the Bodhi Temple in this vast desolate land.

Most of the past events have disappeared in the long river of history, if you count them carefully, it seems that the surface is compassionate, and the Bodhi Temple of the Pudu world is also a little unsightly dark side.

"Ghost ghost" In the face of such a strange monk, few people can keep their inner peace in a hurry, let alone the person who is already afraid of death.

This cold person appeared behind him, this person was immediately frightened, and I don't know whether it was fear or fatigue, this person actually rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth trembled a few times, and he collapsed and fainted to the ground.

However, at the last moment of this man's gaze, he finally saw what the soft thing in his palm was.

It was the robe worn by the young monk in front of him, but this was different from the monk's robe he usually saw, it was as black as ink, and there was a hideous skeleton embroidered on his chest

Laughing and laughing. When he came to his senses again, the man opened his hazy eyes, only to find himself in a dilapidated ancient temple.

If it weren't for the collapse of the other half of the temple, I'm afraid that these almost rotten pillars might not be able to support the beams of this hall.

Beneath him were moss-covered stone bricks, which were not only damp, but also overgrown with weeds in some places, and could even be seen crawling back and forth in the light of a dim oil lamp.

The oil lamp was placed on a dilapidated altar on which the image of the Buddha had long since collapsed, and only the remaining lotus seat could still be seen in shape.

It is a temple of some age. I don't know how many years have been wasted, but this place is deep in the wilderness of the mountains and forests, if it weren't for the god-like figure, this person would not have stepped into this place.

As we all know, the original intention of Buddhism is to be widely used by the people of the world to make Buddhism prosperous and boundless. Like such an ancient temple, even if it is not dilapidated, in such a deep mountain and old forest, in addition to birds and beasts, where can there be a little bit

of incense in the world?

When he woke up in his mind, a dull and empty sound of wooden fish happened to come to this person's ears.

Raising his eyes and following the sound of the wooden fish, he saw a figure sitting cross-legged on the broken lotus seat, the pitch-black robe seemed to blend into the boundless night around him, and only the little light reflected by the bald head could vaguely identify this figure as that

Young monk.

Thinking of this, the figure lying on the stone bricks couldn't help but shudder. He finally remembered what happened before he fell into a coma, and his complexion changed greatly at the moment, and he slowly stood up very vigilantly, but fortunately, his cultivation was still there, and his body was up and down

Nothing out of the ordinary.

This monk's robe is wrong, how can there be a monk's robe embroidered with hideous skeletons, could it be that he believes not in the Buddha but in the Rakshasa ghost?

"Donor, you're awake!" the young monk meditated with his eyes closed. But it seems to be able to see every move of anything in this ruined temple.

Just listening to this voice, there is a bit of kindness and kindness of the monks, but the scene in front of them is too shocking. I can't help but chill my heart.

"Who are you, and what is it about captive me here, I am a disciple of the 'Shang' family of the Eastern Regions Xiuzhen Family, could it be that the little master has misunderstood?" This so-called Shang family disciple carefully moved out of his identity.

Who knew that when the young monk heard this, he was not moved, and still said lightly: "Amitabha." The donor doesn't need to be so alarmed, since the little monk can meet the donor tonight, it is a good relationship between you and my Buddha, I don't know if the donor can do it

Listen to the little monk to explain the Buddha's teachings?"

The Shang family's disciple's face twitched a little unnaturally, and he smiled bitterly and politely refused: "The little master said that he was laughing." I am a disciple of the Shang family, and I am really offended by mistake, but I still have important things to do, so I can't afford to delay more, so it's not as good as his day

Let's have a good talk with the little master!"

What are you kidding, but also explain the Buddha's principles, this ghostly temple is creepy to look at, and besides, a monk with a demon pattern embroidered on his robe is probably not talking about the so-called Buddhism.

For this unlucky Shang family disciple, he didn't want to stay in this ghost place for a moment, and it was the best policy to go as far as he could.

As soon as his words fell, the young monk was silent for a long time, and there was a strange silence for a short time, only the sound of the wooden fish sounded endlessly.

It's just that in such a barren and dilapidated ancient temple, the sound of empty wooden fish like a ghost crying sounds, no one can think of the temple and the appearance of a compassionate monk under the light of Buddha on weekdays.

In short, what can be reflected in my mind is nothing but horror and fright!

"Alas, donor, you really have a relationship with my Buddha, do you have to give up such a good fate?" The young monk's voice was not slow, but contained a hint of helplessness and sorrow, as if the Buddha had lost a pious disciple.

"Because of your uncle, Lao Tzu doesn't believe in Buddhism at all!" If the disciples of the Shang family hadn't cared about the identity and strength of the monk, I am afraid that they would have already scolded in their hearts at this moment.

Although he was angry in his heart, he was suffering from the fact that the gap between reality was too great, so he had to pretend to be anxious about something urgent, and said: "The little master said that he laughed, and if the fate of the lower dust is not broken, how can it be regarded as having a relationship with the Buddha?"

"Is the donor really determined to leave?" asked the monk by knocking on the wooden fish in his hand.

"There are really 100,000 urgent things in the next place, and I hope the little master can be considerate!" The Shang family disciple almost knelt down for this damn monk.

"It's a long night, the mountain road is dark, no matter how important things are, you can put it aside, it's better to wait for tomorrow morning after dawn, donor, you will be enlightened, and how about listening to the little monk explain a Buddhist scripture?" As if he didn't hear the crying voice of the Shang family disciple

The young monk was still answering his question slowly.

It's just that there is a question and an answer between the two, just like a donkey's lips are not in the horse's mouth, one is in a hurry to leave, and the other is pulling him slowly to explain the mystery of the Buddhist scriptures.

The Shang family's disciple's forehead was bruised, and he almost couldn't control his emotions, and his eyes quietly glanced at the surrounding environment, ready to take action.

"It's really damned, if it weren't for the god-killing who killed all his companions along the way, there would be no need for Lao Tzu to face such a ghostly monk alone at this moment!" said the Shang family disciple secretly gritted his teeth and hated.

However, when his eyes wandered around, the oil lamp lit with bean sparks had begun to give birth to a miserable green light at some point.

At this time, the young monk suddenly sighed heavily and said: "The Buddha said: The world is riddled with five karmic obstacles, the body is not tempered, the heart is not tempered, the world is difficult, good and good, donor, your obsession is so heavy, how can you understand the mystery in the Buddhist scriptures, look."

Come tonight, the little monk is going to forcibly indoctrinate you. ”

As soon as the words fell, a gust of yin wind hung in from outside the ancient temple, blowing the withered yellow weeds on the stone slab, and what was even more strange was that under this yin wind, the bean-sized dark green spark was only shaken at all, but it was even brighter and greener.

The sound of the wooden fish can be ignored, but the sound of the wooden fish that I still can't feel strange sounds at this moment, and there is a trace of horror of a fierce smile.

The dilapidated temple of the moment ago had only turned into a ghostly and ghostly, gloomy and angry Shura hell in the blink of an eye.

"I'm sorry, your Buddhist scriptures will come back to him in a hurry, he belongs to me today!"

Just when the Shang family disciple's face changed greatly, a life-saving voice sounded at the door behind him.

It's just that before this unlucky Shang family disciple could put a smile on his face, his face instantly turned as pale as a dead corpse, and his whole body trembled like sifting chaff. (To be continued......)