After eating, I walked out of the building, and it was already dark.

The streets were empty, with no pedestrians in sight, and the lights were sparse. It was only a short time after nightfall, but the scene in front of me seemed to have passed.

The city was silent, and every household fell asleep, with only a few lights, which stood out in the darkness of the house.

The group followed the lights and looked for a place to live.

After a corner, they heard a long-lost human voice.

"This mother-in-law, when you see that your Yintang is black, you are a great murderer, you need to sit quietly to avoid trouble, and don't walk around! Mother-in-law? Can you hear me? ”

The mother-in-law ignored it, turned the corner, and walked straight this way.

Jiang Chen saw that there was indeed a cloud of black qi on her wrinkled face, which was clearly a bad omen.

"Mother-in-law, there is a hexagonal talisman here in the poor road, which can dispel demons and evils, and can avoid disasters, you put it in the placket of your clothes, and a hundred ghosts will not invade, and all evils will not approach......" The speaker followed behind the old woman step by step, a young Taoist priest, holding a yellow talisman in his hand, and persuaded him bitterly.

But the old woman turned a deaf ear and walked forward on crutches.

The Taoist priest followed, and by the bleak moonlight, he saw Jiang Chen and his party, and was stunned for a moment. He glanced at everyone, and when his gaze fell on An Yunchou's face, he couldn't take it off anymore.

An Yunsleeve frowned. She was used to such a gaze, but this person was dressed in a Taoist costume and well-dressed, and he looked like a serious monk, but his eyes were so fiery that she was particularly disgusted.

"Division...... Sister? The Taoist priest spoke in an uncertain tone.

"I recognized the wrong person." An Yunsleeve responded coldly.

The Taoist priest stepped forward, his expression becoming more and more eager: "Senior sister, I didn't bring the pursuers over, I was the only one......

An Yunsleeve turned his head and said to Jiang Chen in a complaining tone: "Childe, take a look, this person's eyes are really annoying, is it okay for the slave family to dig it out?" ”

The Taoist priest stood in place, as if frozen.

He looked at An Yunsleeve in a daze, and became more and more sure that she was the senior sister he was looking for. Compared with the original pure and flawless beauty, now she has a more enchanting temperament, he has heard the senior brothers talk about it, this is the magical charm she only has after betraying the mountain gate. And that murderous aura is so cold and real, and it was in such a situation that the senior brothers gave up resistance and were willing to die at her hands?

This is a technique of confusing the mind, mixing the spells of the Tao and the devil, and it is a taboo among taboos. The young Taoist priest knew this, but he had a sense of peace on the way home, and it was difficult to raise the mind of resisting.

An Yunsleeve really wants to do it. Just as she slowly raised her palm, she suddenly heard a "poof" sound from behind her, which was the sound of someone falling.

In a blink of an eye, it was the blackened old woman, curled up on the ground, with her cane thrown aside, and after a few convulsions, she was completely silent.

"Dead?" Chu Chu stretched his neck and looked at her, seeing that she was not moving, he looked around vigilantly, "It can't be such a coincidence, right?" ”

"She's so sick that she's run out of oil." Jiang Chen said.

Gu Yutang shouted several times in a row, and Gong Yongrui couldn't help but take a few steps forward, wanting to see what was going on.

The Taoist priest on the other side took a step faster than him, stretched out his arm to stop him, and said, "Be careful, the evil in her body has not been eliminated, and it will infect the living." ”

After that, the Taoist priest bowed and pronounced a trumpet, reciting the Taishang Cave Xuanling Treasure Three Paths and Five Hardships to Pull Out the Wonderful Sutra of Life and Death, and overspend the soul of the deceased.

At the same time, from behind the street corner, another chanting sounded, reciting Buddhist scriptures, and the voice was even louder, completely covering the voice of the Taoist priest.

Jiang Chen heard that it was the "Dizo Bodhisattva Sutra", and couldn't help frowning, looking at the place where the mantra came from, only to see a young monk in white clothes turning out from behind the corner, his hands folded, and a look of compassion on his face, slowly pacing over.

"It's him!" Gu Yutang shouted, and immediately recognized that this white-clothed monk was the master who persuaded him to fight on the street not long ago, and his style was quite extraordinary.

At this time, a close look can be seen that this monk treasure is solemn, and there is even a faint golden light around his body, like a Buddha statue descending into the world.

Gu Yutang was unceremonious when talking about monks in the restaurant, but when the people really arrived in front of him, he didn't squeak, for fear of annoying the monk, and slashed himself to death with a stroke of great mercy and compassion.

An Yunsleeve also showed surprise on his face, looking at the solemn golden body of the white-clothed monk, he opened his mouth, but he didn't make a sound.

Only Chu Chu didn't have so many scruples, looked at the monk a few times, and said, "You monk, why are your eyebrows red?" Is it dyed on purpose? It looks very evil! ”

The white-robed monk recited the scriptures in his mouth, as if he had no time to answer.

Jiang Chen snorted coldly and said, "Monk, my sister-in-law asked you something!" ”

The white-clothed monk stopped the incantation, recited a Buddha horn in a low voice, and said, "Returning to the benefactor, the poor monk's eyebrows are born like this, and they are not intentional. ”

Jiang Chen said: "Then why is your appearance so evil?" ”

The white-clothed monk smiled bitterly: "The appearance given by my father and mother, the poor monk is helpless. ”

"The monk is a monk, do you still know your father?"

"Not only do you recognize it, but you also get lovesick."

"It turns out that the monk can't get through this sea of suffering."

"If you can get through the sea of suffering, you are not a monk, but a Buddha."

"I can't imagine that the monk is also a wonderful person."

"It's a pity that the playboy drives ahead, and the monk doesn't dare to call it wonderful."

Jiang Chen laughed.

The white-robed monk was also laughing.

He knew that he had finally passed this level, otherwise, he would have been a scene of broken skulls and red and white splattering all over the place.

At this time, the Taoist priest had finished reciting a scripture, and he raised the dust and sacrificed a charm, and was about to cast it on the corpse on the ground.

"Brother Dao, slow down." The white-clothed monk shouted, "This old man has a lot of evil on his body, and he must be burned with a red lotus fire." ”

"Red Lotus?"

The Taoist priest didn't say a word, but he saw that the red karmic fire on the ground had risen. "Beep beep bo", in a few moments, the corpse was burned clean, and there were not even ashes left.

The Taoist priest stared at this scene with wide eyes, and suddenly raised his head, showing indignation: "Monk, you-"

"Amitabha." The white-clothed monk folded his hands and bowed his head and recited a Buddha name, with a look of compassion, "The sins of Lao Tanyue's life are all gone with the wind." ”

"What about the monk's sinful karma? How are you going to eliminate it? The Taoist priest choked.

The white-clothed monk squinted and smiled: "Brother Lao Dao is worried." If a poor monk can't cultivate the arhat fruit, he will fall into the infernal hell; If you can cultivate, you will abandon all evil in the sea of suffering, and all fates will be gone, and all dharmas will be empty. ”

The Taoist priest provoked again: "The monk has crossed the sea of suffering by himself, and he is going to cut off the fate, doesn't he plan to purify all sentient beings?" ”

The white-clothed monk smiled and said: "Great wisdom is idle, and he is in the immortal; The real machine is silent, free in silence. The poor monk is not sufficiently sensible, so he can only be a self-defeating man. Spend yourself first, and then sentient beings. ”