night

Cao Chengcheng or Jingchen, half-lying in the soft collapse, rubbed his conscience from time to time, "Hey, damn it, it turns out that women feel like this." ”

He raised a bronze mirror in his hand, scratched his head, squeezed his eyebrows and raised his eyes, "My aunt is pretty good-looking." In case you go out alive, go to Mount Emei or Qingcheng Mountain to make a girl? Tsk, with energy. ”

After that, Cao Chengcheng took out a book from his arms, licked his fingers, and flipped through it.

[If you meet one of your allies here today, you can only answer one question from the other side, no matter what the other party's question is, you can only answer "Normalize everything"]

[Answers to tomorrow's questions, to be updated]

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Cao Chengcheng stroked his hair, leaned up on his white neck and spat out, "His grandmother's, pretending to be a ghost." ”

As he spoke, he saw two Yin Judge appear in front of him, staring straight at him, and couldn't help but smile awkwardly, "Hey, I'm talking about me, talking about myself." ”

He didn't roll his eyes until the judge was gone.

Those two bald men are one of the friendly troops, who are they? Sun Xueyao? Iron? You recognize me! Tsk, forget it, it took a long time for Lao Tzu himself to get used to this figure~~

Maybe they're still nocturnal people? After all, the final boss here is the one... Oh roar, the rules don't even let me think about it, phew.

Cao Chengcheng hugged his arms and was triumphant, "2/3, I didn't expect Lao Tzu to live until now, I'm amazing." ”

"Speaking of which... I've read a comic before, and after transforming into a black hot girl, it's a cheap dead friend..."

"Fengzi is still here... Tsk, do you want to help him say goodbye to the magician in the secret realm, wow,, bite your tongue. ”

Speaking of which, will this friendly army live until tomorrow? Ay? Tomorrow will be these two bald people, won't they?

Tsk, Master Fujun, you have arranged a good job for me, if I can get out alive, this must not be blown for a lifetime? Ah, I'm sleepy, but I don't want to sleep, so let's go to tomorrow.

I'm going to be a Q&A expert!

Kuofeng Mountain, Dumo Temple, guest rooms

Huang Lingfeng covered his head and opened his eyes, his eyes were blurry, and then gradually became clear, and what entered his eyes was a King Kong's angry eyes, plus a big bald head with an eyebrow.

The air crash announced the Buddha's name, "Lord Zhang, you are awake." ”

Huang Lingfeng gritted his teeth secretly, the effect of Wei Wu's whip was fierce, but the sequelae were too painful, and the headache triggered after the third layer was simply fatal.

Sure enough, the assistant should add a buff to the thigh, and then watch the thigh kill in all directions, and faint to the side?

"Master, is this...?"

Knowingly asked, Huang Lingfeng was fighting against the three ghosts when he caught a glimpse of a familiar aura coming from the east, so he desperately created a gap, and sure enough... The plane crash arrived.

What's more, he originally wanted to go to the Demon Temple to explore, but the Demon Temple itself does not accept foreign guests, and the government does not let ordinary people go up the mountain for some reason.

The air crash smiled, and he looked a little tired, "Crossing the Demon Temple, Lord Zhang was besieged by ghosts last night, and the poor monk just went and turned back..."

Huang Lingfeng's heart sank, yes, the plane crash said that he heard the call of the division, so he left, why did he come back halfway?

"Why did the master turn back halfway?"

The old man in the air crash blushed, looked around not very skillfully, and then moved his buttocks, brought the stool forward, and then whispered.

"The poor monk met a ghost with a high hat, but unlike the woman that day, she was a taciturn guy who liked to wear black."

"He said that Master Zhang may be unlucky, and the poor monk will..."

Huang Lingfeng blinked, the situation is getting more and more chaotic, wearing a high hat, black clothes, black impermanence? Why did a black one emerge after white impermanence?

"The master didn't fight him?"

The old man in the air crash blushed, and said angrily: "I haven't beaten him, let him run away." ”

…… Look, I'll just say that this great monk's temper can't have a good chat with any black impermanence.

Huang Lingfeng nodded, "Master, those three ghosts last night..."

The plane crash's face sank, stared at Huang Lingfeng, and said worriedly: "Lord Zhang also found out?" The poor monk also felt strange, those three ghost creatures actually had a little Buddha aura on their bodies, this..."

Huang Lingfeng relaxed his guard slightly, if he said "I don't know, I didn't see it...", he would be ready to strike first.

"It's really strange, ghost thing, why is there Buddha Qi on the body? I used the enlightened Zen staff that the master gave me, but they unloaded most of the demon-breaking power, otherwise it wouldn't be..."

The air crash "ah" sounded, and suddenly remembered something, "The abbot of Shi Xing said, Lord Zhang must have many questions, and when the adult wakes up, let the poor monk inform him of the old man." ”

The two looked at each other and nodded at the same time, "Go together?" ”

The actual Demon Temple is not as mysterious as Huang Lingfeng imagined.

With the palace as the main body, the size of the building is laid out along the central axis, forming three quadrangle courtyards, the palace is heavy, the scattered are caused, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the Buddha is misty.

Outside the temple, an ancient pagoda is towering, a total of seven floors, towering alone in the tower courtyard, there is a hidden Buddha ode in it, so that Huang Lingfeng, who looks up, can't help but feel a little quiet in his heart.

Huang Lingfeng lifted his delusional eyes, looked around covertly, three or two novices held a sweep and cleaned, and occasionally a few big monks passed by and were also kind and kind-eyed.

The point is that the Buddha qi in them is thicker and purer than anyone else or anywhere.

It seems that the Demon Temple is really okay?

"Master, didn't you say that many of your senior brothers and junior brothers have come back to protect the relics? How... Don't see a few people? ”

The air crash looked around, and whispered: "Lord Zhang, the temple rules are strict, and the abbot won't let us go down the mountain to disturb the people." Besides, knowing that someone is coming to snatch the relics, we have to hide it, this is called surprise. ”

Huang Lingfeng thought about it, and there was nothing wrong with it, "Speaking of which, master, you shouted those few words yesterday... World-honored Jizo, the mighty dragon or something..."

Kong Tsui touched his bald head and laughed, "I heard you shout smoothly, and you are quite energetic, so I will follow suit." Again... The main Buddha of our temple is the Bodhisattva of the King of Jizo. ”

Huang Lingfeng's heart moved, King Jizo? What is the hell that is not empty, and the one who vows not to become a Buddha? Well... It's a little bit with the ghost gate, and he almost thinks that this secret realm is called Ten Thousand Ghost Village.

He was thinking about it, and suddenly he was stunned, hell? Ten thousand ghosts... Kuofeng Town? Wide? These...

"Amitabha."

Unconsciously, the two of them have bypassed the leading hall, wore the bell platform and drum platform, and came to the main hall, an old monk who was slightly thin and had a long beard was wearing a robe and a kind face, "Donor, you are awake." ”

Huang Lingfeng clasped his palms together, bowed down, and deliberately opened the machine seal, "I'm awake, but I'm not awake." ”

Shi He and Shang Xuan Buddha's name, "Everyone in the world says that everyone is drunk and I am awake alone, how can the donor say that he is not awake?" ”

Huang Lingfeng shook his head and smiled bitterly, "After decades of waste, I thought that my generation practiced martial arts and joined the army, defended the family and the country, and should not be afraid of evil things, but what... Master, last night..."

The air crash pushed Huang Lingfeng away, and one of his eyebrows furrowed Lao Gao, "What is this, Master Abbot, we saw three ghost things yesterday, why do they have Buddha energy?" ”

"Even Uncle Juehui's Zen staff that has been opened is helpless, what's going on?"

The monk smiled and nodded, "My Buddha is merciful, I go to hell with my body, cross ten thousand ghosts, and ghosts are contaminated with some Buddha energy, why make a fuss?" ”

Huang Lingfeng was suspicious in his heart, but it was a plane crash, "Huh? "Abbot, my Buddha's compassion is true, but this... It's the human world, why are those ghosts...? ”

Shi He shook his head, looked up at the sky again, and only looked at the plane crash after a while, "You, have you understood?" ”

The air crash glared, "I realized a p... Ahem, the disciple is stupid, please show the abbot. ”

The monk grabbed it casually, and the golden light in his palm flashed, turning into Buddha qi and drifting away with the wind, "The people believe in my Buddha, respect my Buddha, and their bodies have their own Buddha energy, even after death, it is the same." ”

"The deeper his belief and wishes, the heavier the Buddha's qi, although he has been turned into a ghost by the evil law, his own Buddha qi has not dispersed, how can he force it?"

The plane crash slapped his head, "So, these ghost envoys are deliberately provoking the people who believe in them so that we can be tired of coping?" ”

The monk nodded, "Amitabha, good, good." ”

Huang Lingfeng looked at the two of them "stupidly", and then asked, "Master, if you want to get rid of this ghost thing, what should you do?" ”

Shi and Shang smiled, "All things have spirits, and people are the most, their beliefs and wishes are gathered in the Parkway, only to my temple to stab its Parkway, its shape is solved." ”

Huang Lingfeng nodded, "In this case, please ask the master to prick the rebirth needle, it's okay to be in the next... Demon Killer Guard. ”

Shi He Shang looked at the air crash, "I have my own air crash to take the donor to get it, donor, do you still have doubts?" ”

Huang Lingfeng thought for a while, frowned and asked, "That Long Jiu... But the ghost? ”

Shi He shook his head, and there was a trace of disdain in his tone, "It's just a villain, taking advantage of this turmoil to make waves, how can he be virtuous, is it the ghost?" ”

Huang Lingfeng pretended to be puzzled, and then asked, "Why doesn't the master get rid of this villain?" ”

Shi He and Shang pronounced the Buddha's name, and said with a smile: "Put down the butcher's knife, and you can also become a Buddha on the ground." Our temple only wishes to be cultivated, and does not ask about the world, even the Obon Festival at the foot of the mountain, which is also done by the people themselves, how can they interfere with the affairs of Lord Zhang and others at will? ”

Huang Lingfeng took a few dying needles and went down the mountain with the air crash, his heart turned a thousand times, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Shi Xing was still standing in front of the main hall, the sun was shining, and the Buddha's breath was like mist, making his figure even more hazy.

An old monk appeared next to Shi Xing, staring at the direction of the main entrance, with an unkind expression, "This Zhang Sheng, it's a little deep in the play." ”

Shi Xing smiled and waved his hand, "It's okay, all living beings have all kinds of things, and they have their own persistence in their hearts." All in all... To be under the command of my Buddha, small roles, don't pay attention. ”

The old monk thought for a while, and then said, "Abbot, the plane crash..."

Shakyo turned around and looked at the towering Buddha statue in the main hall.

"Let him go, he has also entered the play deeply, and he has been influenced by my Buddha, and he can't do anything. Let alone... Oh, it's time to recycle him. ”

The old monk also pronounced the Buddha's name, with a kind face, "That Long Jiu made a lot of noise yesterday, which ruined a lot of our efforts, do you..."

Shi Xing's expression remained unchanged, but he just shook his head, "No, at this juncture, the most important thing is a peerless opportunity, the bigger he makes trouble, hey... The stronger the people's faith. Two more days... How much of a storm can he make? ”

"The immediate priority... It's about finding that biggest variable. ”

The old monk nodded and said: "Yes, although he escaped with serious injuries, his duty is to find ways to invite us and others to play, this is a big deal." ”

Shakti looked at the pagoda outside the temple, "Tell me to go down, take care of the relics, and in two days, on the Bon Festival, welcome my Buddha." ”

The old monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and looked up, "Yes, Messenger." ”