Morning bells and dusk drums, green lights and yellow rolls.

……

Mo Chuan stood in front of the door of the guest hall, looking at the sky like blood, and the sunset reflected on the red wall and yellow tiles, setting off the huge Zen temple more and more brilliantly.

After a while, he turned and stepped into the guest hall.

Around the customer hall, the layout can be described as ingenious, a hollow screen woven by artemisia grass is broken, covering the cold wind of the door and window.

"Huitong Zen Temple is shallow, and the Zen room has a deep copper smell."

"Heh......"

Mo Chuan chuckled, sat cross-legged on the lotus futon, and closed his eyes slightly.

——[Refining the Divine Qi]

Suddenly, the soul out of the body, escaped into the void, raised his eyes to look, as far as the eye could see, he saw a round of Buddha light, like a wheel, rising on a building.

It was a seventh-level pagoda;

It is also the Great Compassion Treasure Palace;

It's also a relic!

"It is worthy of a thousand-year-old temple, no wonder it can make the red-clothed ghost stop."

Mo Chuan raised his spirit, and was about to take a few more looks, when he suddenly saw a purple lotus flower, rising and floating.

When the lotus flower approached, Mo Chuan suddenly realized that it was actually a high-ranking monk.

It's just that the lotus flower is too dazzling, so that it dominates.

Mo Chuan immediately retreated to his body.

Not long after, there was a faint sound of footsteps.

Oh, I saw a fat-headed and big-eared monk step into it, he was wearing a brocade robe, holding a nine-ring Zen staff, looking at the jewels, like a god.

"Amitabha, I don't know if you are visiting, you are not welcome, forgive me!"

The great monk clasped his palms together and saluted politely.

- He is the abbot of Huitong Temple, and his legal name is Tianwei.

"This is a bad statement, the poor road is disturbed at dusk, and where it is offended, I still hope for Haihan!"

Mo Chuan politely returned the salute.

-- Philistine thinking stops at sorting out prejudices.

Even if he has a detailed investigation, it is not necessarily the truth, and it is better to be cautious.

One monk greeted each other, and after greetings, the guest of honor was seated.

Not long after, Xiao Shami brought fragrant tea, closed the Zen door, and closed the subtle atmosphere into the guest hall.

"The poor monk heard that the Taoist friend was coming, and he wanted to solve an old matter, but he didn't know what to ask?"

Abbot Huitong got straight to the point.

"Poor Dao heard that the former Jin Cao of Fenghe County, Zhao Jin Cao became a monk and practiced in your temple?"

"It is true."

The abbot of Huitong bowed his head, and his expression was ancient: "However, Zhao Jincao's heart is about mortal dust, and he leads to practice." ”

"I see, dare to ask why Zhao Jincao suddenly converted to Buddhism?"

"Daoist friends came to visit and asked what was going on?"

"The mage doesn't know, when he was a poor boy, he wandered here, thanks to a layman's soup kitchen, he survived, and now he is here, and he is grateful to take a look, only to find that the layman has turned into a red-clothed ghost, and he is nowhere to be found."

Mo Chuan was talking nonsense, and said with a serious face: "Poor Dao heard from the local demon that this matter is related to Zhao Jincao, so he came to inquire." ”

Abbot Huitong squinted his cloudy eyes, looking at Mo Chuan's calm face, I don't know what he was thinking?

After a while, he shook his head and sighed: "This matter is really a bad fate. ”

Mo Chuan said: "Oh? I would like to hear about it. ”

Abbot Huitong thought for a while and said: "Five desires and six dusts, dust and labor are delusional, this matter is embarrassing......"

Subsequently, the abbot of Huitong recounted the matter of the woman in red again.

To Mo Chuan's surprise, he thought he would hear another version, another perspective of the story.

Unexpectedly, what the abbot of Huitong said was similar to what the woman in red said.

"Since the mage knows the truth, why does he still protect that Zhao Jincao?"

Mo Chuan asked after listening.

"Although Zhao Jincao violated the precept of lust, he did not kill the karma, and the crime did not lead to death. Since Taoist friends have entered the Daomen, they should know the power of the four ghosts of the door. The red-clothed ghost is very different from the ordinary sneaky, it seems to be a little sane, the poor monk can't bear to be innocently killed, so he took in Zhao Jincao, not only to protect the innocent life, but also to use him as bait to kill demons. ”

The abbot of Huitong talked eloquently, with a heroic and righteous face.

——Don't talk about Zhao Jincao's enshrinement of thousands of acres of fertile land.

Mo Chuan was silent when he heard this.

He had to admit that Abbot Huitong's words were reasonable and reasonable.

What happened to the woman in red is indeed outrageous and compassionate.

However, after she became a ghost, she also avenged life and death.

Huitong Temple took in Zhao Jincao, and wanted to use this to kill demons and eliminate demons, but he couldn't find the slightest fault.

After all, people and ghosts have different paths.

"The mage is wrong to say this!"

Mo Chuan agreed with Abbot Huitong in his heart, but his mouth was unceremoniously.

"Oh?"

"The Dharma has clouds, a cycle of cause and effect, and a continuous cycle. All the sins and karma in this matter are caused by Zhao Jincao, just like the hand holding the blade, how can he forgive the person who holds the blade because the knife kills people? ”

Without waiting for Abbot Huitong to speak, Mo Chuan said again:

"Buddhism has three non-killing, not seeing killing, not hearing killing, and not killing for me. Zhao Jincao committed all three killings, saw the killing, smelled the killing, and killed him, this is a serious sin, how can it be forgiven? ”

Abbot Huitong was stunned when he heard this.

As Mo Chuan said, quoting scriptures, opening the Dharma, and closing the door of Buddhism, let him be indistinguishable.

"Taoist friends also practice Buddhism?" Abbot Huitong asked tentatively.

"I have never practiced Buddhism."

"You can see the words of Taoist friends, you have a deep understanding of Buddhism?"

"The poor road travels all over the world, the best friends are all over the world, Buddhism is the road of the world, the poor road is enlightened, how dare you make a car behind closed doors? Natural Visits to Buddhism. ”

Mo Chuan continued to talk nonsense.

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a scroll of visualization fell into his palm.

This visualization map was obtained from Tianbao Temple in Changlan City, which was given by the abbot of Tianbao, Mo Chuan glanced at it, and there was really no wisdom root, so he simply pressed the bottom of the box to eat ashes. [Chapter 19]

"This visualization map is a gift from a close friend, what does the mage think?"

Mo Chuan sent the visualization map.

The abbot of Huitong was slightly shocked when he saw this.

Not that I am surprised by the visualization map;

Instead, he was stunned by Mo Chuan's ability to take things out of thin air.

- This is not a treasure, or a supernatural power.

"The Great Trend to the Bodhisattva ......"

Abbot Huitong unfolded the visualization map, looked at it slightly, and said: "This visualization map can remove karma, sickness, and turbidity. ”

Mo Chuan was embarrassed when he heard this.

At that time, he possessed the old way of Yanzhen, and the abbot of Tianbao gave this visualization map, which naturally complemented each other.

It's just that now that he's holding it at a young age, something is a little wrong.

"Haha, I'm afraid it's because I have a strong temperament, so I've prepared it in advance."

Mo Chuan responded casually, and at the same time turned back to the topic:

"The topic is far away, poor and blunt, poor Tao is here, it is Sona Zhao Jincao who comes, dare to ask the mage if he is willing to let people go?"

The abbot of Huitong pondered slightly: "Zhao Jincao is infected with evil obstacles, and Taoist friends can ask people, but the evil obstacles must also be exceeded. ”

"The grace of a meal, as it should be." Mo Chuan bowed.

As the Taoist said, the cycle of cause and effect is continuous. If you let go of people, if you let go of the blade, if the blade kills, Huitong Temple will also taste karma! ”

When Mo Chuan heard this, he frowned quietly, and then heard Abbot Huitong say again:

"Taoist friends are water cloud bodies, Huitong Temple does not dare to believe in vain, so it is good to exceed, revenge and revenge, Huitong Temple wants to see the red-clothed ghost super reincarnation."

Mo Chuan smiled: "The mage is going to borrow the hand of the poor Dao and kill the benefactor?" ”

Abbot Huitong sophistry: "The grace of a meal is Wang Yingying, not a red-clothed ghost, and I hope that Taoist friends can distinguish right from wrong." ”

Mo Chuan pondered for a moment and said: "Okay, people and ghosts have different paths, since they are powerful ghosts, if they have grievances, they should enter reincarnation." ”

Abbot Huitong finally showed a relieved smile: "In this case, why don't I wait for a detailed discussion of the rules." ”

Mo Chuan bowed: "It should be so." ”

At that moment, the abbot of Huitong sent a small novice to summon the monks of the Zen temple to discuss the matter of the super-red-clothed ghosts.

After some discussion, it was decided to take advantage of Mo Chuan's trip to let Zhao Jincao out of the temple, lure out the red-clothed ghost, and annihilate him.

(End of chapter)