Jun'an Temple.

The cornices in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall are raised high, and a silver moon looks like a white lantern hanging on it.

A little novice in a green head and a man's robe stood guard in front of the main hall, and kept swiping the video of the young lady on his mobile phone.

"This is good, it looks to my taste!"

"This is not bad, you can put a mineral water bottle on your buttocks......"

Seeing that he was in high spirits, the figure of the uncle of the temple came to him from the darkness and slapped him on the head.

"Miaopu, in the cold place of Buddhism, how can you look at these filthy things, and if you want to think about it, you are disrespectful to the Buddha, so don't put it away quickly!"

After speaking, the monk of the temple couldn't help but glance at the mobile phone in his hand, with so many diamonds, isn't this kid afraid of being sloppy?

"Hands!"

He Bilang sighed, put away the baby phone, and said casually.

Hey, this kid guessed what I was thinking?

The monk of the temple was shocked in his heart, looking up and down at He Bilang, thinking that this kid had cultivated supernatural powers.

"There is no magic power, it's not a guess, each of you sees my mobile phone, and you all think so in your heart, although this mobile phone is awkward, but it can't stand the wind!"

Why bother with a melancholy face, looking at the bright moon above his head, he couldn't help but sigh, he was such a prodigal person who was put in the temple by the old man, it was the golden-winged Dapeng who broke his wings, and the northern dark kun got out of the pot, and he couldn't get up!

The monk of the temple looked inside, and asked He Bilang, "What's going on inside?"

"Haven't started yet......"

Why bother to stomp his feet, the cloth shoes in the temple are not only uncomfortable to wear, but also not warm, this autumn wind together, the cold people's calves are numb.

"Uncle Shi, I think differently, why does the abbot want to help that person named Zhou Jinfeng, it's not a good thing at first glance, the wolf looks at the eagle, and there is a traitor in his eyes!

Although He Bilang has a problem with his brain, this kind of person is simple-minded and talented, and can see the essence of a person through his skin and appearance.

"Silence!" The monk of the temple couldn't help but slap him again, covered his mouth and whispered: "Don't say bad things about the abbot, don't look at him as old as a dragon clock, but he can live better than you kid, the six senses are open, don't say that you say bad things about him outside this hall, even if you run to the back mountain, you can't hide his ears, and he is stingy, and he can't hear others talking about him behind his back, think about it back then......"

The monk of the temple looked embarrassed, obviously remembering his sad past.

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the old abbot's cough coming from the main hall.

"Constantly, before the lights go out, finish copying the Lotus Sutra and the fourteen parts of the Lotus Sutra. ”

The monk of the temple had a bitter face, and put his palms together and said, "Yes, abbot!"

The Lotus Sutra is divided into two parts, two doors and twenty-eight products, a total of 80,000 words, and the fourteen products of the Lotus Sutra are the first fourteen products, although they only account for half, but it is less than two hours to silence when the lights go out, which is really enough.

Looking at the back of the uncle who left in a hurry, why bother a little gloating, let you knock my head, my round head was flattened by you, and before he finished being proud, the voice of the old abbot came from the hall again.

"Miaopu, as a person of Buddhism, beware of compassion, even if the tiger enters my door, you must not fail to save it...... I don't blame you for your shallow cultivation and lack of understanding of Buddhism, but you can chant the Ten Commandments of the novices to me!"

Just endorsements?

Why bother Lang's eyes lit up, he can't do anything else, this is what he is doing with this precept, after all, he is not old or young.

"One is not to kill, two is not to steal, three is not to be fornicated, and four is not to lie......"

The voice was subdued, clear and comfortable, with the moonlight spilled down and the sandalwood wafting in the hall, there was a bit of dusty taste.

“...... 10. Do not hold gold and silver treasures. ”

There are only ten articles, why bother lang quickly finished memorizing it, waiting for the reply in the palace.

"Yes, yes, it seems that you are already familiar with the precepts......"

He Bilang looked proud, he didn't expect that he would be praised by the old abbot because of the blessing in disguise, but he didn't wait for him to be humble.

"Now that you know the precepts, tell me how many of them you have committed tonight?"

"If you know the precepts and you have violated them, you should be guilty of one more degree!"

Why Bilang's face was also a little bitter, this old monk was waiting for him here, and he was wronged.

Before he could say it himself, the old abbot counted it for him.

"Guilty of two!"

"I don't go to Kabuki or to watch. ”

This refers to the fact that he brushed his young sister and watched others sing and dance, violating this precept.

"Do not hold gold or silver treasures. ”

This refers to his coquettish diamond-encrusted phone.

That's not right!

Seems to be missing one?

He Bilang scratched his head, a little puzzled, suddenly thought of something, hurriedly folded his hands, bowed down and said, "Abbot, I know." ”

"Now that you know, you can correct it, punish it for non-purpose, and the Buddha is born from the heart. ”

......

And in the main hall, under the Buddha's six-zhang golden body, there are all kinds of fruits, flowers, cakes on the offering table, and the incense burner is burned with three pillars and a foot long incense, the incense stick has been burned half, and the long soot is broken and falls into the incense burner.

There are three futons in front of the offering table, the old abbot sits in the middle, a huge wooden fish in front, Zhou Jinfeng is kneeling on the left, and there is no one on the right.

Zhou Jinfeng was hanging his head, and there were red marks on his forehead that could not be faded, and he seemed to worship the Buddha sincerely, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Old Bald Donkey......

Zhou Jinfeng's brain is much better than He Bilang, this old monk seems to be punishing that little novice, but he is pointing at him every word.

What does it mean that the tiger has entered the Buddha's door?

Who are the Tigers?

Moreover, he could clearly hear the wit of the last two people, the ten commandments of the novice, and the little novice violated more than those two commandments.

"The third commandment, abstain from lying words!"

This little novice spoke evil words, saying that he was a wolf and a hawk, and there was a traitor in his eyes, is it not a lie in the eyes of the old monk, but the truth?

Zhou Jinfeng smiled coldly.

"However, even if you are reluctant, don't you obediently invite me in?"

As soon as he came to Jun'an Temple, he begged softly, but the monk guarding the door was indifferent, forcing him to kneel in the square, kneeling in three steps, bowing in five steps, and kowtowing in seven steps.

"Master, it is indeed a magician who harmed me, and now I am in the Buddha Hall, but it is like being in the ghost realm, all kinds of illusions are full of illusions, and the evil ghost is lying on the Buddha Jin and smiling at me......

This illusion did torment him quite badly, but it was not like he said that there was a ghost lying on the body of the Buddha Jin, he said this just to provoke the old monk to remove the illusion for himself.

In fact, the demon's body was lying on his back, caressing his arms, while his head rested in front of him, so frightened that he did not dare to move, not even to open his eyes.

The old abbot glanced at him, looked at the Buddha's six-zhang golden body and pronounced a Buddha name.

"Master Zhou, the old man didn't find any traces of magic on your body, all kinds of illusions start from the heart, the old man knows a good psychiatrist......"

Zhou Jinfeng smiled angrily, this old monk thought he was crazy?

However, he has no way out, except for this Jun'an Temple, where can he go to find a master, and why can people remove the illusion for him.

This is a life-saving straw, in order to survive, he has to swallow his anger and rely on it.

"Master, here's how it ......"

Zhou Jinfeng shook out the cause and effect of the incident, but in his version, he was just an innocent victim who was misunderstood by a magician to spread rumors, killed his beloved female classmate, and then was barefoot by a black-robed ......

After hearing Zhou Jinfeng's description, the old abbot's hand that moved the rosary also stopped, and a pair of eyes with upper and lower eyelids almost together, suddenly opened, and his eyes were like tiger eyes, shining brightly.

"Si Ye?"

The old abbot carefully looked at Zhou Jinfeng's body, returned to a calm and waveless state, and asked casually: "Who else is there with him?"

There is nothing to hide, Zhou Jinfeng told the truth.

"I don't know if this thing is a human or a ghost, what is it called? He was followed by a female ghost, wearing a black armor, and a butterfly on her shoulder, and it was this female ghost who looked at me, and I began to hallucinate......

"That's not a female ghost, that's the servant of the gods, don't speak falsely!"

The old abbot warned him.

Jun'an Temple is located in Longyang for thousands of years, and it has long been intertwined, and the matter of the central hospital cannot be hidden from the old abbot, and he knew the truth at that time for the first time.

The god of Qingming came into the world again, and he enshrined the second boy under the throne, the secretary of the secretary.

Thinking of this, the old abbot asked, "What is the name of your deceased female classmate?"

Zhou Jinfeng was a little confused, wasn't he talking about the servant of the gods, why did he get involved with that slut again?

"Master Abbot, this ...... Does it have anything to do with what happened to me?"

"Just tell the donor bluntly!"

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

Zhou Jinfeng pressed the anger in his heart and replied: "Her name is Li Yuna!"

"Sure enough!"

The old abbot put his hands together, and everything made sense, this has nothing to do with what magician, the divine attendant of the director's punishment was born out of Li Yuna's soul, and the first punishment was the culprit in front of him.

Although Zhou Jinfeng disguised himself as a victim, how many people the old abbot had seen, and he was even more of a clear Buddha heart, looking at people like a mirror.

What kind of temperament Jin Feng has this week, he has already seen through it at a glance, not to mention these evil obstacles wrapped around him, and he will not cheat.

"Master Zhou, please go back!"

Since the old abbot has clarified right and wrong, he naturally will not help this person who deserves it, and it is not appropriate to stain blood on the Buddha hall, so he can only invite him out!

"Old abbot, what do you mean by this? Could it be that if you want to see death and not save me, seeing me die at the hands of ghosts, where is the compassion of the Buddhist family!"

"Don't worry, donor, you won't die!"

The old abbot had already opened his magic eye at this time and saw the spell cast by the divine servant on Zhou Jinfeng.

Compared to that night, the power that could make hundreds of people kill each other at a glance, at this time, the power of the spell on Zhou Jinfeng's body was not worth mentioning, and it was definitely not fatal.

"So, old abbot, are you willing to help......"

Zhou Jinfeng was originally ecstatic, thinking that his mouth cannon would make the old monk change his mind, but he didn't expect the old monk to just shake his head, and the pity in his eyes made him fall into an ice cave, and he had a bad premonition.

"I won't die, but I'll live in an illusion forever, won't I? Old monk, tell me, isn't it? That thing, whether it's a god or a ghost, it wants me to live, it's impotent to die! It wants me to die!

Who can blame you for your own sin?

It's not the goblins taking revenge, it's the wrath of the gods.

punish and punish sentient beings.

Is it just an empty word?

The old abbot looked at Zhou Jinfeng, who was a little crazy in front of him, and lightly announced a Buddha name.

"Amitabha!"