Usually the monks in the temple, in order to avoid the abbot's "ominous" name, do not directly call it that. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhi Zheng grinned, but Master Yuan Yuan smiled instead, "You came quickly, but why are you so embarrassed? Master Xingduan called me again and said that you have something to ask for this time." I don't know what's going on?"

Zhi Zheng didn't mention the car accident, and opened his mouth to get straight to the point, "I'm going to hell." ”

This was so terrifying that the monks around them who were attending the evening classes suddenly forgot the precepts and whispered to each other, and some of the older ones were explaining to the younger ones who this "reckless man" was.

Yuan was stunned, "Master, is this a joke? What have you done that cannot be forgiven? If you are just greedy for the cup as always, you don't have to go down, you just need to return to the vulgar......

"My master said that you have a way, I will correct it - according to the master, I am not going to hell, but to the underworld. ”

Madoshi stared at him silently for a moment, then finally sighed.

"I'm still in you when you've already attained the fruit position, it doesn't seem like ......" He picked up the short "mallet" beside him and tapped the wooden fish lightly, "The class is over, so I'll stop here for today." ”

More than a dozen monks of Dajue Temple understood the abbot's intentions, and they all got up, put their hands together and walked out of the meditation hall with their heads bowed.

There were only two people left in the hall. Yuan Lin looked at his hand and suddenly asked, "Do you know what the Buddha Gate calls this?"

Zhi Zheng glanced at the "mallet" and nodded, "...... Gandhi. ”

"Good," explained Yuanji, "I know that your master and apprentice are a pair of professional monks, and they have never liked to stay in the temple, so it is abrupt to ask this question...... So, do you know how to play?"

How to play?Is Muyu a drum kit?Zhi Zheng shook his head, he really didn't know, and he wasn't in the mood to understand it at the moment.

As if he couldn't see his anxiety, he still laid out unhurriedly:

"'Create sparse and light, gradually urgent and heavy, will want to gradually thin and fade away, called a pass, such as to three, the name of the day three links. At the time of the ultimatum, he hit three times, or two or one, to show his silence. This passage is recorded in the "Four Divisions", and ordinary monks only think that it is a method of striking a wooden fish, but in fact, it is a magic trick. You come with me......"

Yuan Yu turned around and left, and Zhi Zheng followed in a daze.

The two turned around the Buddhist shrine in the meditation hall and did not go out the back door, but stopped at the back of the Buddhist shrine.

There is also an offering table, which is smaller than the usual one, but is cut and molded from solid wood throughout, without legs, and more like a wooden mound. A piece of yellow silk is covered with a square object, lying flat on it.

Yuan Yu slowly removed Huang Aya, revealing an old stone tablet below. "Come on, sit on it......"

Zhizheng stepped forward to take a closer look, the stele was washed by pure water, not stained with dust, two lines of big seals inlaid on it, it was impressive - hell is not empty, vow not to become a Buddha!

"That's ......"

"Yes, it is. You sit down first, and you don't have to worry about tarnishing the supreme treasures of Buddhism - others can't, you can. ”

These words were a little familiar in a trance, and Zhi Zheng suddenly remembered that before crossing the Tang Dynasty, he went to Danyuan to report for duty, and when he arrived at the door of the small building, he heard Dan Lao also say something similar from a distance.

Dan Lao's original words were said to Wen Congxin, "...... I calculated that there was a lack of insurance for this trip, and it turned out to fall on the monk. Your current combat strength is more than enough to protect yourself, and you can save people. But the hole that has been poked into history -- someone has to fill it. You can't do that, he can!"

Hmm, why do people always exalt me as a wine and meat monk? What is so good about me?

His face was fearless, he raised his legs and got on the offering table, sat cross-legged in the middle of the stone tablet, and felt the stone roughness under his buttocks, and a cool air went up, making him subconsciously tighten the chrysanthemum door.

"Good. The god of silence chattered, and handed over the Qianzhi who had never left his hand, "Close your eyes and hold your breath, use this, according to the method of [Four Divisions] I just said, and hit them one by one." ”

Zhi Zheng took the "mallet", but he didn't close his eyes, "What are you knocking on?"

"Don't knock the wooden fish, knock your own heavenly spirit bones. ”

“...... Knock you on?" is a little crazy, but never stupid.

"This is not a joke. Born into the underworld, for healthy ordinary people, there are only two ways: 'self-killing' or 'killing'. But you and I are both disciples of Buddhism, and we can neither kill ourselves nor kill – so this path is broken.

Besides, it's not like you're gone, you just have something to do. Then it's important to bring your skin with you. Otherwise, only the soul will fall out of the body, and there will be a lot of suffering over there. ”

"You may be right," Zhi Zheng nodded, "But what does this have to do with 'knocking on your own Heavenly Spirit Gai'?"

"Knock gently, don't use force, just follow the rhythm of the hand. In Zhizheng's eyes, he looked like a big bad wolf who deceived Little Red Riding Hood.

Seeing that he hesitated, Yuan Yuan had no choice but to explain the truth thoroughly, "This percussion trick is like sending a password. Knocking on the bones of the spirit is the same as knocking on the door. Someone over there hears this unique knock on the door and knows it's not an outsider, and will pick you up. ”

Seeing that he was serious, Zhi Zheng slowly lifted the Qianzhi and quickly put it down. "There is a logical fault line in the paragraph you just said. Under my heavenly spirit bones is my brain, what does it have to do with the gate of the underworld?"

The death is helpless, "I can't say it anymore, there are too many revelations from heaven, and the poor monk is afraid that he is really going to die." You do it, and those who go will know for themselves!"

All right...... Zhi Zheng finally closed his eyes and held his breath, thinking about that passage, his wrist shook slightly, knocked on the empty and patted, gradually urgent and heavy, and silently recited the [Jizo Honwish Sutra] in his heart:

"Recite the name of the Bodhisattva a thousand times a day, as for a thousand days, it is a person who deserves to be sent by the Bodhisattva to the land and ghosts, lifelong protection, rich food and clothing in this world, no suffering, and even no troubles enter the door, not to mention the body. After all, it is a human being, who has been awarded by the Bodhisattva. ”

As the recipe shows - 'When you want to get thinner and fade away, it is like a three-way way'. Finally, with a little force, he hit three times, each of which was a double combo to indicate the terminator of the entire "cipher message".

After the whole set of prescribed actions was completed, he sat still and waited for the "lead......

For a long time, nothing seemed to happen. He was a little impatient, and suddenly opened his eyes and scolded angrily, "Okay, you're a dead man - don't you play with me!"

"Death?"

A delicate young man's face appeared in front of him, less than half a meter apart. That face is delicate and delicate, slightly less bloody, and has an extremely gentle temperament. "Only after the consummation of death can it be called a round death. If you don't get anything, how can you be fulfilled?"

Rise!?

Zhi Zheng was a little confused, he turned his head sharply and looked around, what meditation hall, what Buddha shrine, what offering table...... None of them.

At this moment, he was sitting upright in an empty hall, and the monument was missing from his hips, only plain gray bricks.

"Where is this? Who are you? What the hell?"

"Hehe, here...... It is indeed a place for professional 'ghosts'. The young man sat cross-legged across from him, leaned forward, and carefully examined the righteousness.

"What do you mean by that? Stay away from me, kid -- I don't do anything. In a panic, the great monk forgot his incumbent identity for a while, revealing the residual power of the veteran.

"Tsk. The young man seemed to sigh with emotion, "It's so unbearable ......."

"Hey, what do you mean—" Zhi Zheng stood up, took two steps back, and looked condescendingly at the only stranger in the room.

The young man also stood up, and the only similarity between him and Zhizheng was the half-inch stubble on his head.

"It's not interesting...... Say, what are you doing here? I'm busy. ”

Then he looked at the door of the hall in the distance and strode away, leaving the young man alone.

The door was hidden, very high and wide. Zhi Zheng pushed it with one palm, and half of the fan opened in response, and the violent wind split the face, and the straight man couldn't open his eyes!

The wind was fierce and seemed to fill the entire universe. Tearing at Zhizheng's cheeks like sharp claws, pulling the flesh on the cheeks out of shape.

The open door became a makeshift wind hole, creating a sharp whistle sound that was impressive.

Stop the right temper, never accept softness. He straightened up in the wind and strode out......

Wow, what the hell is this?!

At the foot of the great monk, there is the top of Wanren Mountain, but not Jiuhua Mountain. Because the terrain here is even more precipitous.

The black charcoal-like rocks are like swords and waves, undulating and interspersed with each other. And ten steps ahead, there is a cliff.

Black mist wrapped around the mountainside, making it impossible to see everything below. The tone of the sky was black, but there was not half a star. Only a touch of scarlet in the distance lit up the sky, and there seemed to be an endless fire burning there!

Leaving the tuyere, the wind gradually weakened, but it still swelled the Zhongshan suit to the full, almost tearing off the buttons on the chest.

He stepped forward and opened down the edge of the cliff, and there was no way to go.

Suddenly, a string of huge bats flew up from the mountainside, rose to a height of three feet above the head of the ruler, and circled endlessly.

When I got closer, I realized that this was not a "bat" at all, but a group of fierce monsters! All of them were holding snowy steel forks, dragging long pointed conical tails, and flapping their pitch-black wings covered with flesh.

As if they had spotted their prey, they chirped sharply, forming an encirclement, ready to pounce downward.

Zhizheng's heart shook suddenly, and he subconsciously stood with one hand on his chest and roared, "Fu!"

The Punishment Heart Recipe emanated, and a ring of golden light was visible to the naked eye, spreading parallel to all directions. Zhizheng himself was also taken aback, I rely on - when did the Demon Mind Method cultivate to this realm?

The flying monsters seemed to be quite frightened, and scattered out en masse, but they refused to fly far. When the golden light disappeared, Fu quickly flew back again, and swooped down towards the great monk with anger!

"Ahem. ”

A light cough sounded behind him, and one of the monsters flying in front listened to it, as if it were hearing a holy oracle. Busy from diving to flipping, flying diagonally up to the sky.

The other monsters took it as a guide, pulled up one after another, reformed into columns, and disappeared into the darkness in the distance after only a few breaths.

Seeing the sweat on his back, he turned around to see that the young man who looked like a little novice had already followed.

But see that he is slender and has broad shoulders. It is obviously a good frame of "dressing thin and undressing with meat". A gray linen robe hung casually on his body - strangely, under the tyrannical wind, it hung like a fixed linen, without any waves.

Zhizheng is also an old Jianghu, who has been in the world for a long time, and naturally knows the goods. He knew that this person's realm was above his own, so he regained his humility and sang, "Good-thank you monks and friends for their help." These monsters are terrifying!"

The young man heard this and stopped. There was a smile on his face, and he raised his hand and pressed it in the air, which was simple.

The wind stopped...... It's like being cut off in an instant, swiftly, decisively. There was a terrible silence in my ears, as if no sound had ever existed.