dead child, ghost carrying coffin

The grand sound of chanting, to Hua Jiunan and others, makes people feel peaceful.

Like a trickle of water washing the soul.

However, to the ears of all the evil ghosts, it was like thousands of red-hot steel needles piercing the whole body.

There was severe pain everywhere, and he fell to the ground, rolling and crying.

After a while, black smoke came out from the evil ghost, and the whole body became extremely thin.

Master Kongchan didn't want to kill, so he stopped chanting and stood up slowly.

Chen Daji was dumbfounded, and said softly to Hua Jiunan:

"Boss, the old monk usually looks kind and kind, but he's really ruthless in cursing!"

"Look, there are so many ghosts, they are all smoking after being sprayed by him!!!"

"If I had known that the old monk was so cruel, I would not have blackmailed his 'Wenwan' during the day."

"Give it back to him now, is there still time..."

Hua Jiu couldn't smile.

"The master is as modest as a valley, and will not be as knowledgeable as you."

"In addition, what he just did can't be called cursing, but chanting scriptures to suppress evil spirits."

"Although the Buddha is merciful, he also has the wrath of the Vajra."

"How can we tolerate the reckless behavior of these ghosts and sprites!"

While the two were talking, Master Kongchan walked up to the deaf mother-in-law with a face full of shame.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Just now, the little monk wrote a picture (read zhuo) and spoke nonsense. I ask the female Bodhisattva to forgive me."

Note: Appearance is a Buddhist term.

It means that we are obsessed with appearance, virtual appearance or individual consciousness and deviate from the essence.

"Phase" refers to the cognition, or concept, of a certain thing formed in our brains.

It can be divided into tangible and intangible.

Master Kong Chan said this because he blamed himself for being rigid: doing good to save "people" did not proceed from reality.

The deaf mother-in-law smiled and nodded.

"Old monk, you are very good, you can correct your mistakes, not bad."

"Just watch."

"The old woman's spirit-taking ceremony must continue."

When all the evil spirits heard the words, they first glanced enviously at the four souls standing beside the paper man and paper horse, and then began to beat each other violently.

It's just that with the lesson just now, they just defeated their opponents, and they didn't dare to hurt their roots.

As time went by, the evil spirits who couldn't hold on quit the battle one after another.

After saluting to the deaf mother-in-law, she cried and returned to her place of suffering.

It wasn't until there were only four of the most vicious ghosts left that the deaf mother-in-law told them to stop.

"My eldest grandson is going to kill the 'Eight Generals' tonight and needs a few helpers."

"The ugly words are up front, this time it may be very dangerous."

"If you are willing to help, stay and attach it to the paper."

"After the matter is done, the old woman promises not to take back the paper horse, but to send it to you as a 'false penis'."

Having said that, the deaf mother-in-law reached out and took out four pieces of dough wrapped with red threads from her bosom.

"If you don't want to help, the old lady will not make things difficult for you."

"Let's share one of these four incense sticks for each person. It can somewhat alleviate the crimes of several years."

The four evil ghosts had naturally heard the fierce name of the "Eight Generals", and their eyes showed fear.

But he is unwilling to give up the great opportunity in front of him:

If one can obtain a "false yang body", not only will one be able to practice properly in the future, but even the pain one suffers at every moment can be reduced by more than half.

After a while, the four evil spirits looked at each other and made up their minds.

They all knelt in front of the deaf mother-in-law.

"Old Immortal, we are willing to join hands with Little Immortal to deal with the 'Eight Generals'!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't hesitate anymore, and turned into a black smoke and merged into Zhimali.

At this moment, the paper horse seemed to come alive: pawing the ground with its front hooves and neighing softly.

The deaf granny turned around again and looked at the four ghosts of "men, women, old and young".

Before she could speak, the four ghosts spoke first.

"Old Immortal, we are willing to help the little Immortal eliminate harm for the people and alleviate our own crimes."

"Even being beaten to death by the 'Eight Generals' is better than living in regret every moment."

After the black air passed, the four ghosts attached themselves to the dagger paper figurine.

The paper figurine opened its eyes abruptly, and black energy lingered all over its body.

In this situation, the deaf mother-in-law sighed.

"Since you have said that, how can the old woman have the heart to let you lose your life for nothing?"

With the support of Hua Jiunan and Hu Feier, the old man walked slowly to the small pine tree.

He picked up a few pine needles that had fallen from the ground and handed them to Hua Jiunan.

"Grand grandson, chewed them with his mouth and sprayed them."

Hua Jiu could not do as he said.

After a "poof", the paper figurine and paper horse glowed with green light.

In an instant, a set of armor was formed, the kind of heavy armor that even covered the horse.

The paper man and paper horse were moved, and they spoke together:

"The old god is merciful, the little god is merciful!"

"Even if we risk our lives tonight, we must protect the little fairy and come back safely!"

Chang Baye looked at the heavy armor on the paper man and paper horse, and was very envious.

No matter how you look at this thing, it is more reliable than the scapegoat on your head.

So Ba Ye Chang used his thick tail to roll up a big ball of frozen soil mixed with pine needles, and handed it to Hua Jiu Nan with a flattering face.

"Xiao Mister, can you chew these and spray our old eight..."

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