my weird life

Chapter 664: The Person Carrying the Puzzle (12)

"Puzzle..." Master Tiezhi murmured in an inexplicable tone.

The Nine-Headed Doll had a solemn expression on his face, and hesitantly said: "The 'Plague King's Guard of Honor' that you comprehended in the Dizang Temple came from that puzzle, and that puzzle is the root of all the inheritance of the Pu'an Altar?

Is this also the biggest secret that the Dizang Temple is trying to keep? "

"Yes..." Zhitong said in a low voice with a blank expression, "Perhaps the Temple of the Great Wishing King and the Hei'an Altar belonged to the same family. The "Vows Sutra" created by Patriarch Tan fits perfectly.

The third-generation Great Wishing Monk watched the puzzle behind the statue of Hei Ksitigarbha, combined with the "Vow Sutra", created the "Plague King Guard of Honor".

All the "Monks of the Three Kings" in later generations must first comprehend the "Vow Sutra" if they want to have the "War of Honor of the Plague King" to accompany them.

And before the Great Wishing King Temple got closer to Taoism and got the eight ghost king talismans, the "Vanish Sutra" was useless to the monks in the temple, and it never played its role at all?
How could there be such a coincidence in the world?

This will never be a coincidence!
The truth is, Dayuanwangmiao and Heiantan were originally a family, but in the course of historical changes, one family was dismantled into two families, and they were separated for many years. Although they reunited according to the guidance of the dark, they were separated It is already deep, and it is difficult to reunite the broken mirror.

The 'monk king' Shanji, also after participating in the "Vowan Sutra", coupled with the secret method of inheriting the Pu'an altar, can be cultivated to overwhelm the monks of many dizang temples, successfully leading the Pu'an altar to another Open the door..."

Master Tiezhi and Nine-Headed Baby would never believe Zhitong's words.

When Zhitong said these words, he was putting gold on the face of the Ksitigarbha Temple.

Which dharma in Fujian is unknown?The Ksitigarbha Temple seems to be a monk's temple, but in fact it is more like a Taoist Dharma line, repairing talismans, reciting mantras, worshiping gods and inviting altars, daily morning and evening classes, and holding various "zhai parties" on the birthdays of gods. It is the Taoist Dharma.

Now Zhitong says that maybe his family and Hei'antan are part of the same family, but separated for a while... How can Master Tiezhi and Nine-headed Baby believe this kind of talk?

"The guard of honor for the God of Resentment, the guard of honor for the King of Plagues.

The guard of honor of the King of Plague is the third-generation altar master of the Ksitigarbha Temple, who comprehended it from the puzzle behind the statue of Hei Ksitigarbha. Will there be a similar process in the formation of the guard of vengeance? "Li Bi got to the point, "Could it be that, 'Resentful God' is so tricky, Zeng has actually seen that puzzle? ! "

As soon as he said this, Master Tiezhi's eyes suddenly showed horror!
The panic on Zhitong's face grew stronger: "Among us, those who are more aware of the situation of resentful gods are afraid that the Pu'an altar Dharma Buddha 'Kongming', but Kongming was killed by the resentful god Bodhisattva after seeing him face to face. , dismembered—"

"Kong Ming's death may have been intentionally done by the God-Resenting Bodhisattva!" Grand Master Tie Zhi's eyes were stern, and he scanned the two accomplices around him, "This is so weird, is it possible that he still has consciousness?!"

With this remark,
Everyone was silent.

My heart is cold!
If the 'Resenting God Bodhisattva' has mind, that is enough to show that it is now consciously and selectively killing people!
Then it selectively kills—for what? !

In order to complete the so-called 'puzzle' behind the statue of Kurojizo? !

"In the Heijiao Mountain of Wumen, there is a collection of 'Underground Wanchi Collection of Divine Scrolls'. According to legend, this scroll was descended by God himself. Mao Wuyi gathered the divine scrolls to enshrine the group of ghosts. If it is contaminated with charms, it can practice various magical powers. Even incarnate as a god!

'Master Heizhi' has been practiced into 'God's Beard and Hair', 'God's Skin', and 'God's Bone', and has lived for more than 800 years!

Although he is not yet able to incarnate the God of Asahi, at least he can be said to be the Son of the God of Asahi!
The 'Underground Ten Thousand Feet Collection of Divine Scrolls',
It's a puzzle. "Master Tie Zhi suddenly spoke at this time, as if talking about another matter that had nothing to do with the current situation.

After it finished speaking, its miserable green eyes looked at the nine-headed baby.

The nine-headed doll looked dignified: "The puppet veins come from the Wumen, and there is also a 'Heavenly Puppet Picture' in the puppet veins. If you practice according to the picture, you can cultivate yourself into a 'Heavenly Puppet'. Besides the puppet veins, there are also rumors—— 'Sky Puppet Picture' comes from 'Ji Shen Scroll'!"

"The collection of god scrolls, the picture of heavenly puppet, the guard of honor of the plague king, and Zhang Jisheng, who died early. I don't know if there is any secret jigsaw puzzle of the Yan family..." Master Tie Zhi's eyes were cold, "If even Zhang Jisheng has mastered any puzzles?" If that is the case, then all of us who are on Fengshan Mountain will be puzzle-bearers!

Not knowing the puzzle pieces we each hold,

Is there any connection with the puzzle piece engraved on the back of the statue of Hei Zang? "

"We come from different dharma lines, different inheritances, and different dharma gates.

How could the most original things be similar? " Zhitong retorted mutteringly.

The other two did not respond to his words.

Master Tiezhi walked to the corner, cut off a tuft of black hair from his body, and chanted a few spells to blow the tuft of black hair away.

Seeing this, the nine-headed baby also walked to a remote place, cast a spell, and tried to send the news to the outside.

Zhitong realized later, he didn't react until the two of them returned, and hastily drew a spell, bowed his head and worshiped the spell, and the spell drifted into the dripping rain and disappeared shadow trace.

"The news has passed, so let's go.

I don’t know if the Famai can receive the news of our request for help. We have to try it ourselves to see if we can get rid of Fengshan and the ghosts of the Resenting God Bodhisattva—this is too evil, so we should not confront it head-on fight! "Li Bi said out loud.

His words attracted the other two accomplices to nod in agreement.

The seven hairy witches of Black Horn Mountain surrounded Master Tie Zhi in the center, Master Tie Zhi pointed to a direction, and ordered his two accomplices to follow him in that direction: "Follow me."

There is no doubt about Master Tiezhi's tone.

Zhitong and Li Bi were also used to it, and followed behind it obediently, walking in the direction it pointed.

In the dark sky, there seemed to be a huge hole.

The rain poured down, pouring down from the hole.

The rain splashed between the earth, rocks, vegetation, and a layer of rain and fog was stirred up in the mountains.

The gray-blue rain and fog shrouded the surroundings, making the surrounding buildings, mountains, rocks, vegetation hazy and unclear.

Zhitong walked behind Li Bi, and after walking a few steps, he had to look around and take a few glances - he was almost killed by the Resenting God Bodhisattva before, and that experience made him suddenly think, "Once bitten by a snake, ten Nian is afraid of well ropes' mentality,
Naturally, the wind and the cranes became jittery, and the grass and trees were all soldiers.

After walking for about half an hour,
The surrounding dense forest gradually thinned out.

Several monasteries connected together appeared in the hazy mist. Zhitong supported a tree beside him and stepped on the slippery mountain steps—his monk robe was covered with mud. How many somersaults, how many times fell in the mud nest.

Almost fell off the cliff a few times!

No matter what Monk Dazhongwang said, he still has practice. Even if he walks on the mountain road in the rain, not to mention walking like flying, he should walk on flat ground. Now there are so many mistakes, and several times he almost endangered his own life. In such a situation, you can It is very strange to say.

——The other accomplices have no time to laugh at Zhitong,
They also encountered some dangers.

Among the seven Maowu disciples who surrounded Master Tiezhi, one of them was lost due to traveling!
"Go and rest in the monastery ahead.

It was just walking a mountain road, which actually made me fully alert, and I didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

Fengshan is getting more and more evil..."

"The further you go down the mountain, the more difficult the road will be.

We have to get together, while resting, we also discuss countermeasures..."

Li Bi and Master Tiezhi in front of him were talking in a low voice.

Zhitong turned his head and looked behind him,
The shadows of the forest behind him are sparse, and in the hazy mist, there are hazy shadows.

If you look carefully at those hazy tree shadows, you can even see those shadows wriggling for a moment, as if something ran out of them——Zhitong was terrified, and turned back as if he was dazzled.

Grandmaster Tiezhi and Li Bi who were walking ahead did not speak at this time.

They and several Maowu disciples stopped at the end of the mountain steps,
Their stances are a bit stiff.

When Zhitong saw their standing posture, a look of panic appeared on his face. His eyes seemed to pass through the crowd uncontrollably, and looked forward——

In the mist, in the dense rain.

Two human skins, one red and one white, held up a pair of cards.

Behind those two human skins,
There are strange images such as figures in costumes and paper armor, figures spliced ​​together with stumps and fragments, each holding a pair of taller and larger pairs of cards, umbrellas, peacock fans, canopies, etc.!
In the forest-like guard of honor,
The blood-red words loomed under the washing of the rain.

'quiet', 'avoid';
'Ghosts claim their lives', 'Haunted by cunning';
'Nanwuwushen Bodhisattva', 'The Pure Land of Great Wishes in vain'!
Boom boom boom!
Boom boom!
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The sound of gongs and drums sounded alternately!

On the contrary, the guard of honor in the rain became more and more cold and lifeless!
A chill hit Monk Dazhongwang's back, and a strong sense of fear exploded in his heart!

"what--"

He screamed!
The accomplices in front of them suddenly used their own methods, or they wrapped up clumps of black hair, or their bodies were torn apart, and they all ran away in all directions, but they didn't have any contact with the "ghost of vengeance" under the rain and fog in the front!

The guard of honor did not pursue the departing,

They just stood there quietly.

The scarlet handwriting that couldn't be washed away by the heavy rain began to appear on Monk Dazhongwang's costume and armor. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was just the blood writing that covered the corners of his clothes, and covered his whole body in an instant. !
Wronged souls claim their lives, Li Gui haunts them, Wronged souls claim their lives, Li Gui——

Tremblingly, he covered his eyes with "copper coin eyes" and stuffed a pair of oddly long fangs in his mouth. When the fangs collided and criss-crossed, he grabbed a brush, dipped it in paint, and painted it on his face. Just the face of 'Plague King Marshal'!

The moment the face was painted,
Blood is dripping from the eyes of the pitch-black copper coins!

The avenue pattern rhyme of Plague King Marshal suddenly lingered around Monk Dazhongwang.

currently!
The seven blood-red resentment characters start from the top door of the face and extend all the way to the chin of the face-every word 'resentment' is so clear that the resentment almost penetrates the blood characters and overflows!

A line of blood appeared on Monk Dazhongwang's neck, shoulders, and legs.
A line of blood touched the middle of his Adam's apple,

extending down,

Separate his whole body from it.

His body split into seven parts.

Surrounded by the ceremonial guards of resenting gods, the Buddha made of paper passed through the pouring rain and disappeared amidst the sound of gongs and drums.

And on the bloody lotus fetus of the paper Buddha, there are seven parts of Zhitong's body.

Pile up with the stumps of Fa Buddha.

In the guard of honor, the avenue rhyme of Marshal Plague King circulated.

(End of this chapter)