Chapter 50 Evil Buddha
Since coming to this world, Zuo Chen has seen the natural "ghost energy" and the cultivated "ghost energy". The two are very different.
The former was accumulated after too many people died, and the footsteps left behind after the souls left. In Zuo Chen's eyes, there were wisps of blackness, just like the scene he first saw in the ghost village.
The latter is the accumulation of misfortunes and misfortunes by some people. It is the accumulation of ghost cultivators and their lives. Zuo Chen looks stinky in his eyes and feels disgusting, which is incompatible with the innate spiritual energy in his body. The horoscopes don't match.
After entering Xuzhou, Zuo Chen saw that the ground was full of ghosts and knew that this area had been tampered with.
Zuo Chen originally thought that when he came to the monk's village, he would see the temple's meritorious deeds flourishing and sweep away all the evil spirits around him. However, he did not expect that the place with the strongest ghost energy in the entire village was actually in the temple.
Zuo Chen picked up the relic and stared at the monk.
He raised his head again and looked at the temple.
The monk is full of merit and virtue, and the temple is full of ghosts.
Strange.
"Monk, are you sure that the Buddha statue in your temple is yours."
"Yes." The monk didn't know why: "The carpenter at that time carved it according to my face, so it looks like me."
Zuo Chen was silent for a few seconds, then simply injected some spiritual energy into the monk, twisted the relic, and let the monk see it in person.
The monk stared at the temple and shouted:
"Hey! Mother! There is something dirty in my house! It's dark!"
"This is Ghost Qi. Generally speaking, it is either a place of execution where butchers kill people, or a dungeon where corpses are piled up, or someone is specially responsible for causing trouble and giving some vicious recipe." Zuo Chen explained.
“I don’t do such things in my house.” The monk puffed his beard and glared, obviously really angry: “I have helped so many people, but no one died in my house, how could I There is such disgusting black smoke.”
"That means someone has tampered with it." Zuo Chen said, "Go over and take a look."
The group of people arrived at the door, and the donkey was tied at the door again. This time it seemed to be used to it. , didn’t even groan, just rested on his back.
After entering the village, the surroundings were desolate. The soil on the ground was lifted up, and there was not a single blade of grass in sight. It was probably all eaten up.
After walking two more steps, I saw a dirt slope in the depression. Several deep pits had been dug on it, but I didn't know where the soil in it had gone.
I guess it was eaten clean by someone.
Walking along the path, we finally arrived at the entrance of Banpo Temple. The other places were dilapidated, but this place was very clean, with no debris and nothing broken, except for a thick layer of dust. , no one has been here for a long time.
When you open the door and enter, you can see that the surrounding place is completely different from ordinary temples. You can't see the place where you usually chant the Buddha. You can only see a hall. Next to the hall is a kitchen, and next to the kitchen is a warehouse. Directly behind these three rooms, the ground is neatly plowed and is farmland for farming.
The land is naturally barren, somewhat dry, and the soil is neither black nor fertile.
The eyes of the monk in the relic showed nostalgia.
Back then, he and his fellow villagers were eating soup in this small courtyard.
No one can be seen at this moment.
But immediately, the monk frowned again and looked up at the hall in front of him.
At this moment, the wooden door of the hall is closed tightly, and a dark and evil smell is exuding outwards.
He actually didn't quite understand what the Taoist priest explained to him just now. He only knew that the black stuff spilling out now was not good. It was a disaster. It was a thing that only murderous and bloodthirsty villains liked.
But he felt aggrieved. He had helped so many people, how could the place where he usually lived be like this?
There should be only one bed, one table, one chair, and his huge statue in the hall. He would rest there on weekdays and light up lamps to illuminate the surroundings. Later, there were more refugees. , and let them live in it. There were a lot of quilts on the floor. When they left, the villagers took the quilts away, saying that when they were going to sleep in a new place, they would not feel comfortable without their own beds.
What will it look like in this hall now?
Is it still a bed, a table, a chair, a statue?
Zuo Chen arrived at the door and pushed it open with one hand.
"Creak..."
The sound of the wooden door scraping against the ground sounded, and the sunlight streaming down from the sky poured into the hall.
What caught their eyes was a giant Buddha.
The Buddha has a gentle face, exactly like a monk, sitting cross-legged on a lotus platform.
However, this giant Buddha had a crack along the middle, with blood oozing out.
The blood seeped all over the ground, like a blood-red pool, with lotuses blooming on both sides.
This lotus flower is frighteningly red and full of energy. It is actually a treasure from heaven and earth!
However, this is a treasure that kills people!
“This? What is this? My house is not like this!”
The monk was dumbfounded as he stared at the scene in front of him. It was more like he smelled an unbearable stench in the relics. He suddenly bowed his body and huddled to the side to retching.
The two little dolls inside Zuo Chen’s sleeves were so frightened that they burrowed into the sleeves as hard as they could, shouting: "It stinks! It stinks!" as if they were afraid of being exposed to this terrible qi.
"Master Tao, what is this?" Xiao Changcheng was dumbfounded. How could this well-known kind-hearted monk in the temple become such a virtuous person?
Zuo Chen had a gloomy face and said nothing. He walked forward slowly. The blood pool on the ground seemed to be afraid of him, so it naturally made way for him.
He walked to the Buddha statue in two or three steps and stared at the crack.
It is filled with flesh and blood and is beating and growing.
Zuo Chen patted the Buddha statue lightly, and bursts of howling ghosts and wolf howls suddenly came from inside the statue. A huge number of sneaky and resentful spirits squeezed out from the gap. They all only had upper bodies, some were male and some were female. There were old and young, and the lower body was embedded in the Buddha statue, crushed into flesh, and melted into a big meat ball.
And their eyes were gouged out, with blood and tears flowing down from them.
The blood pool on the ground seems to be formed by tears.
"It hurts, it hurts so much."
"Master, where are you? Master, where are you?"
"Save us! Save us!"
The dead souls Unable to see, he could only cry for help, as if he was suffering from great torture.
After seeing these innocent souls pouring out, the monk's eyes suddenly opened and he shuddered as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Old Zhang? Granny Wang? And that Guawazi from the Liu family next door? How could you do this?"
After hearing the monk's voice, the dead souls all cried more sadly:
< br>"Master, Master, you are back!"
"Master, save us!"
"Master, we are in pain, Master!"
When the monk heard them crying, he felt panicked and anxious, and he stretched out his hand to grab them.
"Don't move yet!" Zuo Chen stopped the monk directly: "Their lower body souls were crushed and kneaded together, and now they are stuck in your Buddha statue. Your body has too much merit. If we catch them, it will be easy to beat them to pieces."
The monk immediately stopped his hand and looked at Zuo Chen blankly and sadly:
"Taoist priest, then I should. What should I do? "
Zuo Chen didn't speak, but his face was gloomy and ugly.
The Taoist Scriptures did not record any soul-targeting magical powers. Zuo Chen studied it for a long time before barely mastering some soul-terrifying techniques. He did not know how to save or heal souls at a more advanced level.
This soul is like a human being, it is easy to kill but difficult to save.
Next to her, Caiyi was also anxious, but she was learning tricks and tricks, and she had no idea at this time.
Suddenly, Caiyi saw thunderclouds accumulating in the sky, and the sky seemed to be filled with thunder.
She suddenly felt that the energy in her body was being mobilized.
This...
Cai Yi suddenly looked at Zuo Chen.
I noticed that Zuo Chen’s face was gloomy, he was really angry!
......
Chang Henjiang rode a fast horse and ran along the ruts, and soon saw a deserted village not far away.
When he arrived at the village gate and dismounted, the horse was already foaming at the mouth from exhaustion, turned over on the ground, and died.
“You useless beast.”
Chang Henjiang cursed, but he immediately saw the donkey cart not far away and knew that he had caught up.
After killing the people, take the donkey away and go directly back to Xuzhou City to eat the donkey meat and burn it.
I felt a gust of wind blowing around me. When I looked up, I found that it was raining heavily, and it seemed like it was going to rain.
Chang Hen Jiang sneered.
Just in time, the clouds are gathering to kill people!
Count on their ideas!
(End of this chapter)