Far away from the lights of the city, in the dense forest, two young people are carrying a large bag of things one foot deep and one foot shallow to the mountain, along the ridge up the path is paved with bluestone, I don't know what the people who paved the stone thought back then, the bluestone is too narrow, the adult's foot stepped on it, at most two-thirds of the landing, and one-third of the air hanging, if it is daytime, it doesn't matter, but at night, the forest is more exposed, and there is moss on the stone, and the feeling of slipping on a bad foot makes people break out in a cold sweat from time to time.

"Big brother, we can't go up the mountain again tomorrow!"

The young one stood still and looked up, and the light of the flashlight shook against the mountain, the high trees and deep forests, and from this direction he could not see the scenery of the mountain, but he seemed to be able to see the corner of the looming eaves, and hear the jingling bell that seemed to ring with the wind.

"Heh, tomorrow, do you think we can still see the sun tomorrow?!" The eldest brother snorted coldly, gritting his teeth at this sentence, and seemed to have infinite resentment, as if the ghostly words coming from the ground made people tremble when they heard it.

"Let's go, this is our only way to live!"

Hearing this, the young man shuddered, bent down and continued to walk forward.

The mountain road was not infinitely long, and when the hands pointed to twelve, they finally reached the gate of the mountain, and saw the gate that was closed.

Regardless of whether it would disturb the purity of the mountain, the two of them knocked on the door together, but they didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and they had to stop after knocking two or three times to hear if there was any movement inside.

At the ninth time, there was a crunch, the mountain gate opened, and an old monk came out with a flashlight, and after opening the door, he didn't ask the two of them what to do, only put his hands together, and then let go of his hands and walked in front to guide the two of them.

The two young men glanced at each other, tightened their backpacks without saying anything, and followed quickly.

The temple is very small, that is, a two-entry courtyard, after crossing the shadow wall, you can see the main hall, the golden body of the Buddha is covered by the yellow cloth curtain, and the big tripod with incense in the middle does not know how many years, looking at it has some historical appearance, professionalism, the young man looked at it more than two more times, and subdivided it into details.

The Buddha was three and a half old futons before, and the one in the middle was already there, with a shiny bald head, clearly a monk, and the monk knelt down facing the Buddha, and the monk's robe on his body was the common style of dust, and the cigarette smoke was swirling all over his body, and he inexplicably had a bit of a dusty posture.

Before entering the door, the two knelt down, and when the three heads knocked down, the green bricks smashed, and the dust in the brick cracks was a little filled, and there was a dusty smell in the breath.

"Master Su asked Guihong to be merciful, my brothers and two yin did not cultivate, and strayed into the underworld, causing resentment, and asked the master to help, save people's lives, and win the seventh-level floating slaughter, I hope the master will have mercy. ”

When the eldest brother said sincerely, no matter how good his words were, he couldn't hide the fact that what he did was tomb robbing, so ......

The monk who knelt facing the Buddha did not look back, slowly put down his folded hands, got up and said: "The two donors are late, the family teacher has passed away a month ago, and now Huishan Temple is presided over by the little monk Xuanyin. ”

"Ah?!What should I do, big brother?" The young one couldn't hold his breath, they had thought of a lot of ways during this time, but they didn't work, or they heard the name of Master Guihong of Huishan Temple from others, so they rushed over, who would have thought......

Thinking of the events of these days, the young man's face was sad, he was still young, and he didn't want to die like this.

"So, dare to ask Master Xuanyin, is there a way to help my brother's situation?" The eldest brother was still calm, ignoring his brother, and asked like this, and opened the backpack he brought with him, and the neat money was tied up one by one as if it had just been taken out of the bank, and it was placed in front of him, and the Buddha was also tempted.

Xuanyin sighed softly, in the plot, the monk who should not be stained with mortal dust was blinded by these colorful banknotes, and finally took risks a little bit, and was a good Buddhist cultivator, but in the end he became a grave digger and robber, not to mention, and did a lot of lack of morality, and finally did not get a good death, died in a tomb, but also saved the cost of the coffin.

Well, the death of a monk is not a coffin.

Seeing that Xuan Yin didn't answer immediately, the eldest brother knew what to expect, and he didn't say anything, he pulled off the backpack on the young man's body, opened it together, and put two full bags of banknotes in front of him and pushed them over.

Xuanyin looked at the two of them, his face was pale, there were more ghosts than people, if he didn't save it, he wouldn't see the sun tomorrow, if he saved it, he looked at the money, even if he wasn't the original owner, he couldn't help but be unmoved.

Huishan Temple is really a too remote place, although this small temple is very early, but it has long been no longer named in the religious association today, or it has not been recorded at the beginning, when Master Guihong was presiding, there were only three monks in the temple, and they were all old and frail and did not have a degree.

When it comes to Xuanyin's generation, he is the only one, and the old monk who opened the door, neither of them has an official identity certificate recognized by the state, and the old monk is still deaf, and can only communicate with people with gestures, and he can't even use sign language.

In his last life, he fought and killed, and the killing was too heavy, and he became a monk in this life, Xuanyin thinks it's very good, and it can also make people clean and clean, but it's a big problem if it's so clean that there is no food to eat.

I don't know how Master Guihong takes care of the temple, anyway, in Xuanyin's opinion, Huishan Temple has long been a dilapidated house to be changed, and the poor accommodation conditions are not unbearable.

What time is it, modern! Modern! A thousand catties of grain per acre of land is not a problem, but there are not a few spoonfuls of rice in the old rice jar in Huishan Temple.

If you don't eat meat, you haven't eaten vegetarian yet, is this the rhythm of starvation?

The sudden death of Master Guihong made Huishan Temple fall into the brink of a broken meal all of a sudden, and it had to make people think about the problem of survival.

Shi Cai Xuanyin was meditating in front of the Buddha, not reciting Buddhist scriptures or doing evening classes, but thinking about how to get some incense money justifiably, otherwise don't talk about them, the Buddha won't be able to eat cigarettes!

The red and glamorous banknotes were touching, and Xuan Yin looked at the two bags of money in front of him, even though he knew that it might not come from the right way, but he was still shamefully moved.

"Master mercy, save us. As he spoke, the eldest brother pulled his brother to his knees and kowtowed.

As soon as the three rings stopped, I heard a soft sigh above my head, as if the Buddha was finally moved, and said: "That's it, in this way, the little monk will try his best." ”

Hearing this, the eldest brother's face showed joy, and then he looked up to see the young monk's face, this self-proclaimed "master" Xuanyin is really "small", and he is in his early twenties.

His brother couldn't hold his breath, but for the sake of his eldest brother's face, he still didn't say anything and endured it.

Hyun Yin is facing this situation for the first time, although he has dealt with zombies, but the formless and colorless ghosts, or what the evil is, is really confusing.

Fortunately, there are still some things in the memory of the original owner, such as some exorcism methods taught to him by Master Guihong, and now Xuanyin can also be automatically mastered, but what is the principle of it, even the original owner doesn't understand, and don't expect him to understand it by looking at his memory.

But, even if you draw a gourd in the same way, it's still no problem to get an identical magic circle, besides, from the plot point of view, these two people who attracted the monk's heart didn't die in the end, it can be seen that the three-legged cat work of the original owner still works, so, will it be useful to replace it with today's Xuanyin?

With this half-believing attitude, Xuan Yin calmly instructed the two brothers to become laborers and prepare all the things needed for the magic circle.

The two of them also came prepared, not only prepared the magic circle, but also the remaining two big bags of miscellaneous things, what peach wood sword, yellow rune paper, chicken blood and dog blood are not lacking, the eldest brother was still a little embarrassed when turning over the burden, and put the Taoist priest in front of the monk, it was really ......

Xuan Yin just didn't see it, turned over the incense candle paper money prepared by the two brothers, picked out a few candles, and drew a few lines with bricks in the courtyard in front of the palace, and then fixed the candles in some places, and let the two brothers kneel in the designated place with a futon......

Next is some mysterious and mysterious things, Xuan Yin repeatedly looked at this paragraph in his memory, perhaps because no one made the designated goal, even if he understood Master Guihong's demonstration, but what kind of effect can be achieved, it is really hard to say.

Let's give it a try.

After settling down, Hyun Yin closed his eyes, concentrated his mental energy, and tried to "meditate", and then, with the movement of his fingers, the direction of certain air currents in the air changed, and there seemed to be an inexplicable force gathering.

Hyun Yin, who was the first to realize this, became more and more serious, isn't this a scientific modern age? After seeing zombies, being told that there are ghosts in a certain world, uh, it's not hard to accept, isn't it?

As soon as his thoughts diverged, the air flow dispersed a little, and the candle flame in the array flickered for a moment, as if it was about to be extinguished.

Xuan Yin was busy and gathered his mind, his lips moved lightly, and he silently recited the scriptures, and as his movements continued, the inexplicable air flow gathered more and more, and it was clear that there was wind, but the flame of the candle was straight and motionless, and even the light color was no longer orange and yellow, but turned blue.

The two brothers did not dare to speak, but they both looked at it seriously, and when they saw this scene, the young man opened his mouth in surprise, this monk really has a spell? He looked at the delicate face again, and felt that there was a sense of unfathomability, and in his heart he really felt that the "master" was not in vain.

The flame of the candle rose higher and higher, and the color changed to orange and yellow again, but the last star of orange only flashed before it was extinguished, and at some point, the candle burned out.

Xuan Yin opened his eyes and looked at the two brothers, his face was still pale, but he didn't have that blue and black color, he breathed a sigh of relief, and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, I finally lived up to the trust, and the two donors are already fine." ”

"Thank you, Master. ”

In the morning light, the two brothers stood up, folded their hands, and bowed to Xuanyin, quite respectfully, as the parties concerned, they could feel that their bodies were much more relaxed, and it could be seen that it was indeed effective. 166 Reading Network