"Okay, no? Why do you grind like a daughter's house for a long time?"

The abbot sat up straight from his chair and shouted into Changfeng's room, and Changfeng came out of the room with an extra coat in his hand.

"Okay, it's cold at night on the mountain, I'm afraid you'll freeze, so I'll give you a coat to put on. ”

"I really didn't hurt you in vain, Feng'er, you are a teacher in your fifties, you are not young, didn't you always ask me if there are any ghosts in this world when you were a child, plus what happened today, I will answer the confusion in your heart tonight. ”

Changfeng was inevitably a little excited, it was the happiest thing he was to hear the master tell the story, but at the same time he was a little scared, because something incredible had really happened to him today, the dzi could shine and ward off evil spirits, and the black fog shrouded the mountain, and there seemed to be something in the fog.

Changfeng sat on the ground and looked up at his master, seemingly ready in his heart.

The master sighed and said: "In the past, this place was called Chigang Mountain, not a barren mountain, but no one is allowed to live here, and this broken temple on the mountain was only built during the day, and it stopped work at night to let everyone go down the mountain to rest, the fog in the mountain is very large, and it fogs up every night, and there are things that eat people in the fog." ”

"Is that the black fog we saw tonight?"

"The black fog hasn't been seen before, maybe it's the air quality has been bad lately, and the smog has caused mutations, um. The master said seriously, but he still couldn't hold back his laughter. Changfeng gave a look of contempt.

"Isn't the teacher worried that you're afraid of wanting to adjust the atmosphere.,I'm going to make it up.,Phew.。。。 And then I said."

"Come on, you're making up stories again, I'm tired today, so I won't accompany you for now. ”

Changfeng just got up to leave, but was held down by the master on the shoulder.

"It's a mistake for the teacher! This time it's really not made up.,What you heard when you were a child was all made up by me.。。。 ”

"I... Changfeng sat on the ground and was speechless with anger.

Master continued, "My generation gave this place a nickname, the Underworld, the border of hell, and a monk who had attained enlightenment came to this mountain with a dzi, and when he saw that the spirits of the wronged people roamed all day long, the birds and beasts were extinct, the trees died, and turned into a hell on earth, he decided to take the dzi and die here.

Lingshan Buddhism cultivates Mahayana, cultivates no desire, no contention, no birth and immortality, but the reincarnation of heaven and earth is endless, good and evil are entangled, everything is in balance, Lingshan Fang is born in the Underworld, and the mistake of Mahayana Buddha cultivation has created this bane, so he took the dzi and decided to die here, and dispersed the spiritual energy in this mountain.

Thus purifying the aura on this mountain, so that the dead wood is spring, the birds and beasts return to their nests, and the activity of the demon mist is weakened a lot, and it only occasionally appears at night, but this root has long been formed and cannot be completely eliminated.

Before his death, the monk ordered his disciples to rush here to organize more than 300 people from the two families of Buddhism and Taoism to build an uninhabited temple here, and the golden body of the monk was placed in the temple. The dzi left behind at the time of his death was handed over to the temple keeper, that is, the abbot, as a treasure of the temple.

Although the mountain was calm at that time, but the good times did not last long, one day 17 years ago, the fog rose again, this time it was more terrible that the fog became more and more intense, and spread to the bottom of the mountain, the mountain was full of the wailing of the unjust soul, the disciples of the high monk gathered again more than 300 people who built the temple in that year to practice here, three days later the fog finally faded, and the mountain returned to calm again. ”

"Calm almost no sound at all. The master paused and said, "I should have gone with them, but unfortunately I didn't catch up." When Master said this, his voice trembled a little, and his face was full of sadness.

"And what happened to the more than 300 of them?" Changfeng asked curiously.

"Their method failed, because the cultivation was too low to exert the full power of the dzi, but at this time there was no way out, among them, my Taoist Lin Baijiang Taoist thought of the last way, everyone used the flesh as bait to feed the demon mist, and led the demon mist into my Taoist unique formation - the Eight Desolation Demon Array, and finally was able to suppress the demon mist.

When I rushed over, I only saw Lin Daochang's four-foot copper coin sealing demon sword standing on the heavenly throne of the Eight Desolation Demon Array, surrounded by white bones, a total of more than 300 bodies. I picked up the bronze sword and dzi, took over the position of the temple keeper, and guarded this mountain day and night for seventeen years. ”

After the master finished speaking in one breath, his heart seemed to have put down a big stone, and he lay down on the chair again, looking at the wooden sign on the Bodhi tree, and Changfeng sat quietly next to him and looked at the master.

After a long time, the master muttered, "There are more than 300 signs on this tree, and they are their names, and I should be among them." ”

It turned out that such a big thing happened here, the master was originally a Taoist disciple, and he took over the position of the temple keeper in order to guard this mountain of the underworld, and studied Buddhism without shaving his head.

"Master, don't be sad, I'm sad with the strong wind, don't you often say that the will of heaven is so compelling, maybe it's the will of heaven if you don't catch up?"

"Hehe, you are preaching as a teacher. Providence is like this, there are some to follow, or some not to follow. It's just that mortals are mortals after all. ”

Master sighed and stood down from his chair, telling Changfeng to rest early, there was still a lot of work to do tomorrow. Changfeng had no choice but to go back to his room to rest and blow out the candles on the candlesticks.

Because the black fog wrapped the night sky, there was no light in the whole room, which made Changfeng can't help but think of the scene of being surrounded by black fog by the stream before, the master said that there were eating things in the fog, could it be that the back was wet and licked by those things?

When he thought of this long wind, his whole body instantly went numb, and he quickly buried his head in the quilt and held the dzi tightly in his hand. Fall asleep in this hypoxic state.

The sunlight was refracted through the window, and Changfeng's sleeping position had long been changed to four tilts and eight forks. The early morning in the mountains is wonderful, with white mist lingering on the top of the mountain, and birds rising earlier than the long wind to clear the linden trees of pests. Master climbed the bell tower and let the Buddha bell ring through the green mountains and green waters.

Changfeng sat up straight when he heard the bell, rubbed his eyes, and said as always: Amitabha, Master has worked hard. The second half of this sentence was added by the master who insisted on him.

The temple rules of the uninhabited temple are only not allowed to travel at sunset, and the meaning of the existence of the uninhabited temple is that Buddhism is wrong, plus the master is a Taoist disciple, so with the master growing up for so many years, the rules and precepts have long been criticized by the master as worthless and invalid. Don't think that the days on this mountain are hard, all the edible mountain delicacies in this mountain have been tasted by the master and apprentice.

Changfeng washed up briefly and came to the temple gate. The master had already begun to wait at the door, the stone steps in front of the temple were full of wood, and when the master saw the long wind coming, he pointed to the wood and said: "Today I have to use this wood to mend the doors and windows, the wind and rain have eroded the temple like this for so many years, and I feel guilty for the master! ”

"What about you, Master?"

"For the division, you have to set up a formation. ”

"What kind of formation, Master, why have you never taught me so much, if you teach me, I won't be afraid of danger again, and I can protect you when you're old, right?"

Changfeng is very longing, he has lived on this mountain for seventeen years, and he doesn't know any spells, except for reciting scriptures and learning Taoism, which is to eat, drink and have fun, and he used to feel that such a carefree life is really free. But after knowing the truth about this mountain, he couldn't bear to learn spells from his master.

"In fact, the teacher has been teaching you spells, and the scriptures and Taoism you memorize are all spell ciphers, but the teacher has not taught you how to use them, as far as the current situation is concerned, even if you don't mention being a teacher, you plan to teach you the secret art of sealing the magic. After all, I can take care of you for a while, but I can't take care of you for a lifetime, not to mention that this mountain is not yet peaceful, and it needs to be adhered to for generations. ”

This can make Changfeng very happy, and the idea of going to heaven and earth, becoming an immortal, and making trouble in Tiangong YY in his mind collectively emerged, but he didn't know how much responsibility he would bear in the future.

"Fix the doors and windows first, and go to get the yellow fu incense ink for the teacher. ”

"Okay!"

Why are you only repairing the doors and windows now, and setting up a formation to teach me spells, Changfeng also knew something in his heart, the mountains have not been peaceful recently, and more than 300 people from the master's fellow disciples and Buddhist disciples were invincible to the monsters on the Underworld Mountain, and they were reluctantly suppressed. Now even if I learned the spell and how the master and the two resisted the entire Stygian Mountain, Changfeng was distressed and was seen through by the master at a glance, and he picked up the ring ruler and put a shuttle on his buttocks.

Changfeng was beaten and screamed and looked at the master. "The routine for the teacher is deep, you have to believe that you are the teacher, the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism are all learned, and the first person in the past few years!"

"That's true, but back then, the disciples of the two families of Buddhism and Taoism were still put together... Before Changfeng finished speaking, the master's ring ruler had already been raised, and Changfeng immediately ran to the door with a brisk step, picked up the guy, and repaired the door ruthlessly!

"Master, leave this rough work to me, you can rest first. ”

"It's quite familiar, and I can't be idle as a teacher, and the deadline is approaching. Master slowly walked into the hall.

At this time, on the other side of the mountain, the golden crow was in the sky, and the black mist gathered but did not dissipate, hiding in the cracks of the valley, until the stream was blocked, the birds and beasts wailed, and the valley vibrated from time to time, as if a fierce beast was breaking free from the shackles.

A wisp of green smoke fell on the treetops next to it, turning into a human form, looking coldly at this deep and dark crack, and muttering: "This thing highlights the world, it is not the same as the wandering soul in the mountains, if it comes out, I am afraid that hell will not be able to contain it." With that, the smoke dissipated.

Hell was actually created by Nuwa, who was one of the first three emperors of heaven and earth, imitating herself to create a human body with clay, blowing the soul of immortal gas into the clay figure, and the clay figure lived, but the human body made by the clay body died of calamity, old age, sickness, and death, and Nuwa fabricated men according to Fuxi's appearance, so that they could reproduce.

After these people died, the immortal qi that was originally injected by Nuwa floated out, that is, the souls, and would wander the world to interfere with the lives of mortals, so Nuwa set up an underworld to take charge of these souls, and created six reincarnations to allow everything in the world to operate freely.

The ghost envoy of the underworld is not transformed by the soul, Nuwa collects the Pangu essence and buries it in the land of extreme yin, and transforms the ghost envoy, but it does not enter reincarnation.