Zhao Jincao's panicked words begging for mercy shocked Mo Chuan's heart.

Before he could think about it, he heard an angry rebuke:

"Phew! Inferior students, etc., dare to slander my Buddha? ”

Before the sound fell, I saw a gray-clothed warrior monk holding a hook and sickle halberd, jumping out of the forest beside the road, his face full of anger, like an angry King Kong.

Finished!

Zhao Jincao's face turned pale when he saw this, and he suddenly looked at Mo Chuan in a hurry, and shouted:

"Youchong Dao Chief, save me! My father-in-law is a waiter of the Hanlin Academy, and the peach and plum are all over the world, if you save me to return to Beijing, the future Jianguan Sect is just around the corner, and even the Daolu Division can also enter! ”

"Evil obstacles! Begging! ”

When the gray-clothed warrior monk heard this, he became more and more furious, and with a shake of his hook and sickle, he was about to kill Zhao Jincao.

"Wait!"

There was a loud shout from the forest, stopping the warrior monk's actions.

Following the prestige, I saw the abbot of Huitong, leading several Zen monks and walking slowly.

"You blind monk and fool, why are you so unenlightened? Zhao Shizhu slandered and slandered, you beat and killed at will, didn't it make Huitong Temple speechless? ”

Abbot Huitong reprimanded.

After glancing at Mo Chuan, he said to Zhao Jincao, who was stiff, and said:

"Amitabha!"

"Settle the habit of oral karma and speak in vain. Unexpectedly, the donor has been bathing in the Buddha's light for more than ten years, and he is still so stupid. The poor monk asked the donor, since this Zen temple raises ghosts and kills people, why has it sheltered you for more than ten years? ”

Zhao Jincao glared angrily and said, "Because you raised a red-clothed ghost and broke free from control, you want to use me to lure Yingying out." ”

Abbot Huitong shook his head: "The identity of the donor is noble, and the father-in-law is the attendant of the Hanlin Academy, who dares to imprison the donor?" If this Zen temple is really as you say, hiding dirt, what is a red-clothed ghost? ”

What he said was not so much to refute Zhao Jincao as to say it to Mo Chuan.

After all, compared to the taxes of the imperial court, what is a ghost in red?

Zhao Jincao is dead, and there is no proof of all deaths, and they are written off.

The red-clothed ghost is the troublemaker, and it has nothing to do with Huitong Zen Temple.

So why shelter him for more than ten years, just to lure out the red-clothed ghosts?

Facing the rebuttal of the abbot of Huitong, Zhao Jincao was anxious, turned his head to look at the woman in red who was close at hand, bleeding from seven orifices, and said with a sad face:

"Yingying, Yingying! Don't listen to him, don't kill me, it's really none of my business, I, I'm also in the dark. ”

The woman in red laughed stupidly.

She stretched out her purple-black fingers, which were still visible, and gently caressed Zhao Jincao's face.

"Xianggong, the concubine is a rough person, she doesn't understand the rivers and lakes, and she doesn't want to know this. I just want to know, why didn't you kill me when Liu ordered you to see me humiliated? ”

The four ghosts of the Daomen are the most evil without a head, and the most bitter in red.

However, even so, the red-clothed ghosts are still very rare, and even the most brutal prisons are rare.

From this, it can be seen that the insult and torture experienced by the woman in red is probably beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Even death is a great gift.

"I—I also think, they locked me up, I'm powerless!"

Zhao Jincao's lips trembled as he explained.

"But then? A hairpin can end the life of a cheap concubine, I beg you so hard, why do you turn a blind eye? ”

The woman in red's tone was still gentle, but her eyes were getting more and more scarlet.

Rolling evil breath, soaring into the sky.

"Benefactor, let's do it!"

Mo Chuan, who was standing on the side of the road, reminded in a deep voice that he was worried that if she continued to develop, the woman in red would completely lose her mind and become a ghost.

"No, no, no, no-Yingying, Yingying, for the sake of our husband and wife......"

Zhao Jincao was in a hurry, and subconsciously wanted to find another way to live, but the woman in red just hugged him lightly, passed through his body, and forcibly held his soul out of the shell.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan immediately summoned Yu Yi to the sun, and he wanted to use the daylight to cover up and "exceed" the woman in red.

Unexpectedly, a Buddha light rose to the sky.

After the afterglow passed, I saw Abbot Huitong suddenly wave his sleeves and wave out a bronze Buddha bell, enveloping the woman in red.

"Master Tianwei, what do you mean by this?"

Seeing this, Mo Chuan shouted and asked, and at the same time, he rose up and rushed away.

"The red-clothed ghost is cunning, how can he be caught? Get out of the way and watch the poor monk overdo it! ”

The abbot of Huitong screamed, and then the law was secretly pinched, making the Buddha bell spin endlessly.

As big as a pavilion, it covers the sky and the sun.

At the right time, several senior monks of Huitong Zen Temple chanted scriptures, cast magic seals in their hands, and brought the Buddha's light of cleansing karma and obstacles from all directions, completely blocking the carriage, so that the woman in red had no way to escape.

"Wang Yingying is a poor benefactor, who dares to hurt her?"

Mo Chuan shouted angrily, waved his sleeves and breathed, and the method of resisting qi lifted the Buddha bell out of thin air, and with the help of Deng, he made the Qianjun Buddha bell unable to move!

"Fellow Daoist, since it is excessive, what is the difference between you and me?"

"In that case, why is the mage fighting? Don't you want to refine the red-clothed ghost as a magic weapon? ”

Mo Chuan asked.

How similar is the scene in front of you?

At the beginning, didn't Chongshizi just use a three-clear bell to envelop him and the headless ghost away?

Abbot Huitong's face changed greatly when he heard this.

"Buddhism has clouds, and things are born in the heart. There is a Buddha in the heart, and people are seen as Buddhas; There is a demon in my heart, and I see people like demons! ”

The abbot of Huitong said a Buddha word, and then said meaningfully: "Fellow Daoist, it's a picture!" ”

The sound fell, the rolling Buddha light, and the light rose.

I saw that the monks of Huitong Temple had completed the Nirvana Silence Demon Seal.

The Buddha light is embroidered, and the wind and thunder are frightened.

"A pack of bald asses trying to kill me too?"

The woman in red suddenly laughed, waved her sleeves and rolled up the blood in the sky, like a stormy wave, and rushed towards the Demon Suppression Seal.

However, after several failures, Huitong Zen Temple was prepared.

In the counterattack of the woman in red, a reverse spin swastika seal seeped out from the depths of the earth, swaying the golden light of the bones, and unbridled in all directions.

In the thunder and light, it turned into Sanskrit and printed on the body of the woman in red.

"You dare!"

Seeing this, Mo Chuan was furious, and rushed over, about to involve the woman in red into the sacrificial furnace.

Unexpectedly, Abbot Huitong's eyes narrowed when he saw this, and his tongue bloomed with a six-character mantra.

"Boom!"

The incantation came out casually, appeared around the body, and was printed with a bronze Buddha bell.

Suddenly, the bronze Buddha bell weighed as much as ten thousand pounds, and it fell in the air.

Mo Chuan, who turned around and threw himself at the woman in red, turned his head suddenly, looked at the falling bronze Buddha bell, and in that moment, he suddenly gave up resistance and glanced at Abbot Huitong.

At a glance, he saw the abbot of Huitong, who had always been righteous, and the corners of his mouth quietly hooked up a smile.

It seems to be proud, it seems to be cruel.

In an instant, the light was killed, and darkness was enveloped.

The bronze Buddha bell fell into the earth, enveloping Mo Chuan and the woman in red. The reverse rotation of ten thousand seals rising from the earth, like a plug, seals the bell.

The hustle and bustle of the world suddenly fell silent.

The monks of Huitong Temple did not dare to slack off, they sat cross-legged around, and they practiced for a long time, and they did not see anything unusual, and then they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Amitabha, congratulations to Yamato, congratulations to Yamato, the enemy has been paid, and he will finally sleep peacefully."

A senior monk stood up and clasped his hands together in congratulations.

"Amitabha, this is the blessing of the river and the joy of the believers."

Another monk laughed.

Abbot Huitong smiled proudly, and as soon as he raised his hand, the bronze Buddha bell suddenly shrank and fell into his palm.

At this time, if you escape into the void, you will find that the purple lotus flower on his body is more and more brilliant and dazzling.

(End of chapter)