Chapter 6: There are no ghosts in my heart, so I am not afraid of ghosts

I don't know when the black night sky was suddenly brightened by a bolt of lightning, followed by the rolling thunder, suddenly like a horse unleashed, suddenly like an iceberg cracking, suddenly a loud noise in the ground, from the mid-air split, straight to the earth shook three times, shook three times.

The empty was suddenly awakened from his sleep, and his heart was pounding violently. The thunder did not stop, tumbling and rolling, and the sound exploded in the clouds. After a while, the heavy rain poured down like a sea, and the Milky Way poured down.

It was only after the thunder sounded for a long time that the rain gradually gained momentum. People say that there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, but they did not expect that the wind and clouds were coerced, and they came so suddenly and surgingly. He looked out the window and suddenly remembered that the horse was still tethered outside, so he quickly picked up the oil lamp and went to the door to check, but there was no trace of the horse.

The rain finally stopped, and the wind stopped. The night returned to tranquility, but the sound of ticking and ticking water under the corridor made it even more cold and quiet of the broken temple. Suddenly, a miserable ghost howl broke the silence of the night, and then, this ghost howl like a wolf immediately caused a group of lonely ghosts to respond, and all kinds of sounds were mixed together, making people shudder. There are ghosts mourning, and the voice is like sobbing, sometimes whispering, sometimes poignant, endless, a little bit refreshing. There is also an infatuated ghost who seems to be calling the soul, sighing, and then singing: The green smoke burns to the sky, who has ever seen a ghost? Parting cuts off the road of yin and yang, and the pain and sorrow are in vain! There are even more cynical ghosts who are angry about the injustice of the world: who is sorry for people's lives, and who is suspicious of reading thousands of books. The charm and the spirit go normally, and the yin wind goes and returns. There are only grass and trees in the country, and thousands of households are heartfelt. There is nothing left in the south and north of the world, and it is better to Penglai in the morning. But there seems to be a happy ghost, in the mournful screams of the ghosts, the giggling sneer does not stop, and the mouth keeps repeating a sentence: There is no sun and moon in the underworld, haha, there is no blue sky in the yang, hehe! There is no sun and moon in the underworld, haha, there is no blue sky in the yang, hehe! This smile pierced into the ear tube, making people's hearts covet for a while.

In the middle of the night after this rainstorm, in this dilapidated temple, in the sound of these demons dancing in the midst of the screams of these demons, how can one not be frightened. However, as a monk, he believed that he had never done anything wrong, and naturally he was not afraid of evil spirits knocking on the door. It's just that the night rain lost the good horse, and he was depressed, and in this lonely, deserted, and desolate environment, he remembered all the things he had experienced in the past years, and he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion, he gently pushed open the window and sighed: "Amitabha, all living beings are suffering."

Standing in front of the window, he lowered his head, chanted for a while, and suddenly smelled a burst of aroma, like roasted meat, to be precise, roasted dog meat, after all, he had eaten roast dog meat several times before he became a monk. I was puzzled in my heart, where did the meat smell? Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me say: "The night is long, and the master's belly must have been empty, so why don't you come and eat some dog meat and drink wine." He turned his head and saw a man in green clothes, leaning against the Buddha's body, holding a roasted dog leg in one hand and a wine jug in the other, smiling at himself. He stepped forward and took a closer look, and exclaimed in his heart: Isn't this the old beggar's apprentice, how could he appear here? When did he come, and why didn't he move at all?

He asked with doubts: "It turned out to be the donor, I don't know why the donor wants to follow the little monk?" The man in green clothes straightened up and said with a smile: "The master misunderstood, I came tonight to thank the master for saving his life." Moreover, my master was also afraid that the master would be poisoned, so he specially ordered him to protect him secretly. I saw that the master was living in a dilapidated temple, and it was very hard to travel, so I brought the roasted dog meat and the good wine I bought, and I wanted to invite the master to enjoy it together. He shook his head and said: "Amitabha, the little monk's intercession for you is really a gesture, the donor doesn't have to take it to heart, what is the life-saving grace, the donor has said it." Amitabha, the little monk is a disciple of Buddhism, how can he drink wine and eat meat, or ask the donor to use it himself. The benefactor's heart, the little monk understood. The man in Tsing Yi put down the wine and meat, and saluted: "The master is really compassionate and heartfelt, and he admires him very much." It's just that I don't know your number and origin, master. The empty replied: "Little monk's number: empty." Before becoming a monk, the name of the layman is called: Qi trace. The little monk is a monk in a small temple in the west, and he was ordered by his master to find a miracle doctor who is rumored to be a skilled doctor in the rivers and lakes, and to find a good prescription to relieve the suffering of the plague among the people in the west. The man in green clothes nodded and praised: "Master Likong is really a high-ranking monk, with great love, for the sake of the people of Li, he is willing to suffer from this wind and food and sleeping in the open, which makes him very respectful." Don't hide it from the master, this doctor Shi Shen, I know some news about him. Hearing what the man in Tsing Yi said, he was a little anxious, and hurriedly asked: "Donor, please be sure to inform the little monk of the whereabouts of this divine doctor, the little monk is grateful, Amitabha." The man in Tsing Yi said unhurriedly: "This miracle doctor does have a great background, don't worry, don't worry, listen to me slowly, now it's dark and the night is cold, let's ask the master to eat some wine and meat to pad his stomach first." He shook his head and said: "How dare the little monk, the master once taught the little monk to be cautious, no matter when, no matter where, you must have the Buddha in your heart, the Buddha is in your heart, you can't break the heart realm, or ask the donor to take care of it." Seeing that the monk didn't eat, the man in Tsing Yi took a big sip of wine on the old Buddha statue, and took a bite of dog meat and said with a smile: "Don't you smell the wine and meat through the intestines, the Buddha stays in his heart, and if he cultivates his mind without cultivating his mouth, he can become a Buddha" Hearing him say this, he sighed and stopped talking. It's just that this burst of meat and wine fragrance filled the entire Buddhist hall after a while.

The man in Tsing Yi was full of wine and food, and suddenly shouted loudly outside the door: "Since the four ugly ghosts are here, why don't they come in?" The middle of the night is shocking and rude. Only then did he realize that there were four people standing outside the door at some point. To be exact, this is not a human, it is a ghost, because none of these people look like people.

One of the ghosts was dressed in red, thin as firewood, with a disheveled head, and a scar on his face, pointing to the air and asking, "Monk?" He nodded puzzled. The other ghost was dressed in black, with a wide body and a fat body, a rather dark face, and walked with a little lameness, and also asked, "You killed Hao Ye's pet dog today." He nodded again. Ay! One ghost couldn't help but sigh, shook his head, and came over and said sadly: "Everyone knows about you, you can't hide from it." Qi Ji saw that this ghost was tall and thin, dressed in white, his face was quite white, as if he was powdered, and he spoke softly and low-key, a little like a woman dressed as a man, so he replied: "The little monk didn't want to hide, and now this one is eating the dog that was killed by the little monk's palm." After speaking, he glanced at the man in green clothes. The white-clothed ghost let out a long sigh, and then sang: "Offended the Hao family, we really want to cry for you、、、、" But before the white-clothed ghost finished singing, he was interrupted by a brightly dressed ghost who looked like a man or a woman, and spoke in a weird manner, only to hear him smile and say: "There is a fart for crying, one of his legs has gone into the coffin, hehe, let's help him send the other leg in tonight, haha" After speaking, there was another ghost laugh. Seeing the ghosts just now, they were either red, black or white, and this ghost was the only one with a colorful face and colorful clothes, but he always laughed non-stop, almost saying a word, and laughing, and he didn't know where there was so much ridiculousness.

After hearing the words of the dead ghost, Sora was so frightened that he couldn't help but take two steps back. The man in Tsing Yi said angrily: "Don't you ghosts have long eyes, the master is here, and he doesn't greet him, and he is still talking big here, I think you should have become a real ghost a long time ago." When he said this, the four ghosts called out in unison. The man in green yelled hard: "Don't scream! Sick of it! When he roared, the four ghosts didn't scream, but they all started crying, and the cry was really unbearable, and it could be said that it was the most ugly cry in the world. I couldn't help but ask, "Why are you crying?" One of the ghosts said: "People will die in a while, so let's cry in advance."

At this moment, I heard someone shouting outside the temple gate: "What are the ghosts crying about, the old boy of the ghost king is not dead?" Whoever you cry to? "I searched for someone in the air, but I didn't find it. I secretly said in my heart: I don't know when someone will come again. When the four ghosts heard this, their cries stopped, and they turned into a rage, and they slapped their palms together, and threw themselves into the darkness, only to hear a few "pops, pops", and the four ugly ghosts were shocked back, and some of them were unsteady on their feet, and they almost fell. The four ghosts only knew that they had met a master at this time, so they didn't dare to speak out for a while, and retreated to the Buddhist hall one after another.

When he was empty, he was fearless, carrying a lamp, walking out of the Buddhist hall, shining on the darkness, and seeing a person, he saluted and said: "Amitabha, good and good, please show up." And the man in the darkness no longer hid, but took great strides out of the darkness. To Sora's surprise, this person was none other than the old beggar who was known as a murderer and slaughtered all over the world, and he should not be said to be an old beggar anymore, because the old beggar in front of him was like a different person, he was already dressed in gorgeous clothes, his face was clean, and he was no longer filthy. He looked at Tu Sihai carefully under the oil lamp, and saw that he was not tall, fifty or sixty years old, without much flesh on his body, his face was tanned, his short white beard was floating in the wind, and he looked very energetic with a pair of deep-set and bright eyes. The man in Tsing Yi ran out quickly, bowed to the ground, and bowed: "Master, you are here!" Tu Sihai only "snorted" at him, and then ignored him. Li Kong wondered why Tu Sihai's apprentice was so cold, but it was inconvenient to ask.

Tu Sihai was very polite to the air, and said with a smile: "Little monk, it's really fate, we meet again." Qi Ji hurriedly saluted and asked, "Thank you Tu Shi for letting his disciples protect the little monk all the way, the little monk is really grateful." Tu Sihai said with a smile: "Isn't this how it should be, the little master is kind-hearted, for the dawn of life, tireless work, not afraid of hardships!" How can the old man bear to let you be bullied again. The red-clothed ghost suddenly ran out of the house and said to Tu Sihai: "This little monk, he killed Hao Ye's pet dog today, shouldn't he die?" Tu Sihai sneered and said angrily: "That old thing of the Ghost King, you send you evil ghosts every day to rob the people's daughters, should you die?" The white-clothed ghost ran out and retorted: "Our master is not robbing the people's girls, he is practicing divine skills." Tu Sihai scolded: "Practice a ghost, you haven't grown at all, you go back and tell him, let him wash his neck, and I'll take someone else's head another day." The white-clothed ghost said angrily: "Who are you, dare to speak so wildly, are you really not afraid of sleeping with a head and getting up without a head?" Tu Sihai laughed and said, "Who is Lao Tzu, do you ugly ghosts deserve to know?" Although the white-clothed ghost was so angry that his head was smoking, he couldn't beat others, so he had to swallow his anger and stop talking. Who knew that the black-clothed ghost was not high in martial arts, but his courage was great, and his sex was like fire, how could he allow outsiders to insult his master, he jumped out of the Buddhist hall and pointed at Tu Sihai's nose and scolded: "Okay, you are an arrogant old dog, barking here, daring to insult our master and his old man, you are really beyond your strength, is your idle life too long?" Lao Tzu is the legendary black impermanence of the underworld, and today I will lock up your dog's life" Tu Sihai was a little angry and wanted to do it, but seeing that he swore to protect the dignity of his master, he couldn't bear to hurt him. Who knew this, but he said that he would hit it, and slapped it with one palm.

Tu Sihai "hummed", and didn't wait for him to come to him, he greeted him first, the speed can really be said to be faster than the ghost, and before the could react, "pop, pop" is two palms, one palm on his right shoulder, and one palm on his lower abdomen. The was instantly knocked out of the way, crawled on the ground, vomited two mouthfuls of blood, and tried to struggle to get up, but in a moment of pain, he couldn't get up. Seeing this, the smiling ghost, who was hiding in the hall, saw this, hurriedly ran over, and helped the up while comforting him.

To be honest, Tu Sihai's two palms only used three points of force. He didn't want to hurt this, if he added two points, and the one lying on the ground at the moment would be a dead corpse.

Kongshen was afraid that Tu Sihai would kill the four ghosts, so he hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, Tu Shi must not kill on a large scale, these four ghosts have never harmed anyone, please let them go." "Tu Sihai has no intention of killing the four ghosts, first, this dead ghost is a disciple of the ghost king after all, if he kills this dead ghost, the ghost king will not be with him endlessly. Second, if you have no grudge against this dead ghost after all, although you are called a murderer, you are not actually killing innocents indiscriminately, and you will kill anyone who is not pleasing to your eyes. Third, the little monk has the virtue of a good life, and he will not watch himself kill people, and he just gets off the donkey down the slope and is a favor, isn't this a good end!

The four ghosts were also afraid that Tu Sihai would suddenly kill the killer, so they were all on guard and gathered together cautiously. Tu Sihai said loudly to the four ghosts: "Go back and tell you the ghost king, today Lao Tzu is for the sake of the little monk, he has to forgive people and spare people, let him not forget Lao Tzu's favor, the next time we meet, remember to give Lao Tzu a big gift!" Hum! Lao Tzu does not change his name, sits or changes his surname, and slaughters the whole world with murderous demons, just Lao Tzu! ”。

When the dead ghosts heard the name of the murderer, their scalps were numb with fright, and they all took two steps backwards unconsciously. It wasn't until Tu Sihai shouted "Get out" that the dead ghost roared, like a defeated dog, holding his tail and fleeing out of the door.

Seeing the four ghosts fleeing, he secretly praised in his heart: The four ghosts are the four ghosts after all, and they are so good at light work, with a stroke of the sleeves of their robes, they don't move, and the people have already floated out of the door. Predict what will happen next, and listen to the next analysis.