The sound of bubbles is continuous and seems to be pouring out from nowhere, making people feel irritable and chilly.
Gradually, some of the monks noticed the strange source - the well in the backyard.
Although only the three chiefs and some core elders were present on the fifteenth day of each month, there was no secret hidden under the same roof. Even if it was hidden, some people were still aware of the existence of the secret passage underground.
Only at this time, this secret passage was no longer owned by Hongde Temple, but instead became a passage for outsiders to invade.
Gulu, Gulu...
When the last string of bubbles disappeared, the ground beneath everyone's feet shook slightly.
It was the sound that the wellhead had been opened and the water in the well had completely receded.
The first people who ran to Yin Xiu and Ah Dian were a group of weasels, large and small.
They emerged from various walls and holes, quickly bypassed the monks, and surrounded Yin Xiu in the middle, their eyes flashing with pale green light.
In the eyes of others, this is a danger, but in Yin Xiu's eyes, the cold green light seems very kind.
Lan Po was in the attic, looking a little dazed, when several completely different figures walked out of the darkness.
To Yin Xiu's left was a calf-sized weasel with fiery red fur.
It was breathing white air with its mouth open, and its three tails were wagging back and forth.
The weasel leaned forward and looked behind its neck. A green snake crawled out from nowhere.
The snake's waist was as thick as a bucket, its body was green, and it was nearly ten meters long.
Although anyone would at first glance regard it as a jungle giant like an anaconda or a python, if you look carefully, you can recognize it from the scales and body shape. It is indeed a green bamboo leaf, but it is a bit "bigger". .
On top of the green snake's head, there lay a white hedgehog, which seemed to be shaped by ice and snow, or carved from white jade, emitting little bits of light under the moonlight.
"Sir Huang, Liu Qing, Bai Ying..."
Yin Xiu identified them among the monsters one by one.
Mr. Huang came closer to Yin Xiu, the green light in his eyes dimmed, and his yellow eyes turned to look at Yin Xiu.
"Lao Liu, you sent the call for help too late. It took us a lot of time to get here from [Paradise]."
"Yes, yes."
The green snake on the side also spat out a message with a fishy smell, "Sixth Master, if you had let us come earlier, you wouldn't have to fight so hard with these monks."
"There's no such thing. The only one who keeps fighting with me is that guy."
Yin Xiu pointed at Mo Kong, who was lying on the ground with his life and death uncertain.
"That's the same, the monk's magic power is very powerful."
Bai Ying jumped onto Yin Xiu's shoulder and spit out a green pill from his mouth, which landed on Yin Xiu's palm.
"This was given to me by a Lin Xian when I was in Changbai Mountain. There are some left, just for you."
Yin Xiu was not polite and swallowed the elixir in one gulp. Starting from the Dantian, warmth immediately surged up.
Immediately, his physical strength and spirit began to recover, and his whole body became full of energy.
Mr. Huang Third shook his head, shook off a few strands of hair, and then said in a low voice: "Lao Liu, we can't be here for too long. If you have anything to do, please tell us quickly.
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There isn't enough spiritual energy on the ground, and we won't be able to hold on for too long. ”
Yin Xiu grinned, "Don't worry, I know I won't delay you for too long."
These monsters who have been in the aura-rich paradise of Wujian for a long time are like fish out of water on the ground. Although it is not life-threatening, it is true that they cannot swim as freely as they do in the water. One layer of restrictions.
"Yin Xiu! You are dishonest. You clearly said you were going to the meeting alone, but you still called so many people over!" someone among the monks shouted.
"I think you took the wrong medicine. These are not humans. Won't you open your eyes and take a look? These are monsters. Where did they come from?"
After relaxing his muscles and bones, Yin Xiu walked out from a group of monsters.
As soon as he walked out, all the monks who were still murderous took a step back, as if the tide had receded.
"Where should we start the killing?" Mr. Huang Santai shook his tail.
"Start from me, the old monk."
Mokong, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly raised his hand, trembling, like a traveler who fell into the water, trying to catch something.
Yin Xiu and Mr. Huang San turned to look at him.
Mokong seemed to have recovered some vitality at this time, but the beast pattern on his chest became thinner and lighter, as if the color had faded.
He sat up, crossed his legs together, and looked coldly at Yin Xiu in front of him and the monsters and monsters behind him.
Yin Xiu also had cold eyes, "Why, do you still have the strength to fight? In my opinion, even if you don't do anything, you won't survive tonight."
The move just now, slapping his temples with both claws, actually broke Mo Kong's cover, causing massive internal bleeding inside his head.
Even if nothing seems to happen at the moment, after a while, the majestic energy of Longhu Gangqi and Yin Xiu penetrating into his body will shatter his meridians.
"I don't have the strength to fight, but that doesn't mean I can't do anything."
Mo Kong laughed miserably, and his eyes quickly turned blood red.
It was because the congestion in his head had reached his eyes and eroded the optic nerve.
After a while, Mokong's blood will gush out from his seven orifices, announcing his complete death.
But at this time, Mokong acted very indifferently. I don't know if he didn't know, or he didn't care at all.
After all, for many monks, death does not seem to be a very important thing. It often means reincarnation or some kind of nirvana and new life.
But from Mokong's crazy smile, Yin Xiu couldn't feel the meaning, only that it was a kind of persistence.
Mo Kong is planning to take revenge!
Unable to suppress his murderous intention, Huang San Taiye spat out a mouthful of acid and hit Mo Kong.
There was a loud bang, and the acid exploded like a cannonball, covering Mokong's position. The smoke was billowing, and there was a sore throat smell in the smoke.
When the smoke dissipated, Mr. Huang, who was squinting his eyes proudly, suddenly froze, and the three tails that were swaying behind him also stopped.
I saw Mo Kong, who was sitting there in the cross-legged position, unscathed.
Moreover, he has broken away from the ground and is suspended in the air!
This is a scene that only appears in novels and comics, but now, Mo Kong has actually done it.
Not only that, Mokong's naked upper body, including his feet, were emitting golden light, shocking people's minds and eyes.
Lan Po in the attic was already staring at the spot, "Mokong, are you going to fly up in the daytime and become a Buddha immediately?" "Looking at his face, I don't think he looks like someone who can achieve enlightenment and become a Buddha. .”
Lan Po heard the sound and looked down. She didn't know when a white hedgehog had crawled in front of her.
"You are?"
"My name is Bai Ying. Are you the Xiaolan the Sixth Master mentioned? Sister?" asked the hedgehog.
Although there is nothing to talk about with these monsters and monsters, at Lan Po's age, few people call her eldest sister. Most people call her grandma.
Although it was a little strange to be called "sister" by the hedgehog in front of her, it also made Lan Po feel a little better.
"If you don't become a Buddha, what do you mean?"
Bai Ying's tone was solemn, "It should be Pudu."
Purdue?
In folk and Taoist terms, Pudu is a very serious word that should not be used indiscriminately.
It is also different from Chaodu. At specific times every year, such as the fourteenth day of the seventh lunar month, many folk villages, Buddhist temples, and Taoist temples will hold large-scale sacrificial activities on this day.
The objects of their sacrifices and offerings are not to gods and bodhisattvas, but to lonely ghosts.
What is a lonely ghost? It is an ownerless ghost who died outside without anyone to take care of him. Naturally, there is no one to burn incense and paper.
It is said that these souls cannot go to the altar and are homeless. They will be burned when the sun is strong and will be frozen when it rains. They are very pitiful.
He didn't have enough to eat all day long, and he was oppressed by the evil spirits outside, so he was very pitiful and resentful.
The villagers sacrifice to them on July 14th every year in order to keep these "good brothers" well fed, soothe their grievances, and prevent them from harming others and catching substitutes.
Over time, Pudu became the collective name for this large-scale water and land ritual, which means that lonely ghosts ascend to heaven.
Therefore, even the most powerful people at the moment only dare to say that they educate people in the world, not to save all sentient beings.
Lan Po glanced at Bai Ying with "Are you right?" written all over her face.
Bai Ying shook his body, "Of course I'm not talking nonsense, and you think I'm well-informed? That's wrong. Although I met many gods and fairies in the mountains, it was a long time ago. .
Regarding today's world, I, an old hedgehog who has spent the rest of my life hiding underground, don't know how much you know.
But I am certain of one thing, that is Mokong. What this old bald donkey is doing is to achieve enlightenment, not to become a Buddha!
He is about to liberate all the monks here! ”
As soon as Bai Ying finished speaking, sure enough, from a distance, the standing monks fell down one after another, one after another, in rows.
It's like bricks that are next to each other are pushed gently and start to collapse and collapse.
Various emotions began to appear on the faces of these monks, including nervousness, confusion, shock, and even joy...
Some squatted down with their heads in their hands, or turned around and ran away, and some yelled to try to scare away some kind of vision, but it was all useless.
Just for a moment, they seemed to have had their souls taken away, their eyes were blurred, and their limbs fell to the ground stiffly, like dolls being pushed down one by one by a big hand.
Thousands of people began to fall down. Yin Xiu's hair stood on end and she couldn't help but grab A Dian beside her.
"Ah Dian, don't let that old monk take over your soul too!"
Ah Dian didn't know what was going on at this time, but he just shouted: "The monk's soul belongs to the monk himself, and no one can take it away!"
He shouted like this. When the tide of death came from a distance, Yin Xiu began to protect his whole body with dragon and tiger energy. At the same time, he held the talisman with one hand, preparing to deal with the changes in A'Dian's body.
"A monk's life is also his own, no one can take it away!"
Ah Di's pupils were constricted and he was trembling all over, as if he was suffering from epilepsy or suffering from an emergency. When he was about to collapse like the monks, his body stiffened and he let out a sigh of relief.
Ah Di, hold on, he survived.
"Why? Why is that monk okay?" Bai Ying asked.
"Because Ah Dian doesn't believe in him, Ah Dian has his own Dharma."
Lan Po looked at Bai Ying, "Just like us, we don't believe in Mo Kong, so we won't be saved by him and become part of his plan."
"Then all the monks in Hongde Temple trust him?"
"Perhaps this is not about trusting someone, but about believing in a certain purpose or concept. Of course, these monks have their own agendas, but their thoughts are close to Mo Kong, so their souls were taken away."
"Hoo!"
Hearing this, Bai Ying exhaled a breath of cold air, "Fortunately, old woman, I only believe in the gods in the mountains, and I have never been cold to Buddhism or Taoist priests."
But when it looked up to the sky, that relaxation disappeared in an instant.
I saw a golden auspicious cloud appearing in the night sky at some point.
Under the auspicious clouds, there is a huge Buddha, sitting on the lotus platform, with a solemn appearance and a full heaven.
This six-story Sutra Pavilion can only be regarded as a small hut in front of the Buddha.
Mokong has gradually risen into the sky, merged with the Buddha, and penetrated into the center of the eyebrows.
Although Huang Santai and Liu Qing used various methods, the target they attacked seemed to be just a phantom, and all their methods passed through the phantom.
I wonder who can do anything about the shadow?
Not only Lan Po and the others, Huang San Taiye and Liu Qing in the square were also stunned.
One's neck was stiff, and the letter was hanging underneath, motionless.
"Didn't it mean that after the spiritual energy is exhausted, there will be no way to ascend to enlightenment?"
"Hallucination, is it possible that it is some kind of hallucination? Is the monk playing tricks?"
"Impossible, who dares to play tricks in front of me?"
Yin Xiu shook his head. Whether it was [Zhi Shui's Heart] or [Ming Mirror's Eye], it was almost impossible for Yin Xiu to be disturbed and bewitched by illusions.
But the real sense of oppression and shock in front of him confirmed that this Buddha was not a figment of illusion, nor was it a projection, but some kind of real existence.
Moreover, there is one more thing that can prove that Buddha is real.
That is, in Yin Xiu's sleeve, the Five Emperors Money Sword that Uncle Ming devoted himself to sacrificing was buzzing and trembling.
This further proves that the behemoth in front of us does exist, but it is not a "Buddha", but some kind of ghost, or an aggregation of wronged souls.
Mr. Huang was still a little nervous at first, and he was thinking of shouting aloud and leading the two demons to leave this ghost place as soon as possible, either from the secret passage or from the ground, and stay away from this huge monster.
But after seeing the smile on Yin Xiu's face, it wasn't so nervous anymore.
This guy's smile can always make others feel at ease at the most critical moment, even if the other person is a weasel. (End of chapter)