dead child, ghost carrying coffin

The time Hu Qingshan left for a stick of incense, he had already reached the Cypress Mountain.

According to Hu Feier's description, he went straight to the halfway up the mountain.

There is no road here at all, and tourists who go up and down the mountain take the cable car.

Therefore, the head of the Hu family is not afraid of disturbing ordinary people.

I saw his eyes flickering, like two stars, carefully looking at the surrounding plants and trees.

While walking, he suddenly stopped in one place and said softly.

"Ghostly eyes??!"

"A mere sorcery, how can it stop my immortal family's orthodoxy!"

"Grandpa sits in the hall, all ghosts are confused. Break!"

Following Hu Qingshan's words, there was a sound like glass breaking around.

After the sound, what Xu Fangcao and Li Yun saw appeared again in front of the head of the Hu family.

It's just that the bull-headed skeleton is even weirder than the previous few days.

The color was brighter red, as if bleeding was about to bleed, and there were bursts of black smoke from the eyes.

At the same time, faint roars echoed around.

The most conspicuous thing is the clear palm print on the skull's forehead.

There is a strange black around the palm print, and there are some cracks spreading around like spider webs.

Hu Qingshan's eyebrows were furrowed.

After thinking for a while, he waved his sleeve robe, and the strange situation in front of him was once again concealed by him.

"Help people to the end, send Buddha to the west."

"That's all, the old man will go to Jinguang Temple again, and he will meet the ghost Buddha."

After a cup of tea, Hu Qingshan had already appeared in the main hall of Jinguang Temple.

Master Kongchan, who was chanting scriptures and paying homage to the Buddha, was taken aback when he saw the Patriarch of the Hu family, then stood up and saluted.

"Namo Amitabha, the poor monk has seen the old fairy's house."

Hu Qingshan nodded in return.

"Master, you are welcome."

"The old man came here today, but it was only for personal matters."

After finishing speaking, Hu Qingshan walked in front of the Buddha statue, and tapped the ground three times with his crutches, which was regarded as full of etiquette.

Then disappeared into the hall.

Master Kongchan knew that Hu Qingshan went under the Buddha statue, and hurriedly ordered the little monk to close the door to thank the guests.

No one is allowed to step into Jinguang Temple to avoid accidents.

A few days ago, the three eminent monks of Wutai Mountain passed away, and it was the ghosts and Buddhas who made troubles, how could we not be more careful!

Take out the blood-stained letter of recommendation from the cassock and put it on the incense table in front of the Buddha.

Master Kongchan sat on the ground and recited the "Ksitigarbha Subduing Demons Sutra".

After Hu Qingshan entered the space under the Buddha statue, he saw the same scene as the three old monks in Mount Wutai.

The temples are connected and chanting continues.

Occasionally, there were ghosts walking around, all of them looked peaceful, and greeted Hu Qingshan on their own initiative.

While Hu Qingshan walked slowly into the main hall of the temple, the little monk who was preaching to thousands of ghosts suddenly stopped.

He spoke to the group of ghosts with a compassionate face.

"Namo Amitabha."

"The honored guest is here, this is the end of today's sutra lecture, all benefactors, please go back."

The ghosts got up and left, not forgetting to kneel down and salute the little monk.

Hu Qingshan couldn't understand everything in front of him:

It's not that ghosts and Buddhas are suppressed here, how could it be such a peaceful scene!

Without waiting for the head of the Hu family to think about it, the little monk stood up and saluted.

"Namo Amitabha."

"The little monk has no intention of seeing the old fairy's house."

Hu Qingshan was also polite, nodding slightly in return.

"Since the name of the little master is Wuxin, have you ever met Master Faceless!?"

The little monk Wuxin shook his head lightly.

"Namo Amitabha."

"A few days ago, several eminent monks came to the small temple to look for Master Faceless."

"It's a pity that the monk doesn't know each other."

During the conversation, the little monk took out the futon.

Hu Qingshan sat opposite him.

"Master Wuxin, the old man came today to ask you something."

"Namo Amitabha, please tell the old fairy, the little monk will know everything."

Hu Qingshan didn't hide anything, and asked about Xu Fangcao directly.

"That girl was entangled by bull ghosts that day. After she came to the temple to offer incense, but the little master came to save her?"

The little monk had a compassionate face and chanted the Buddha's name again and again.

"All beings are suffering."

"The young monk saw that female benefactor the other day, and couldn't bear to be taken away by the bull ghost."

"So I went to Cypress Mountain that night."

"Under good words and persuasion, the bull ghost benefactor finally showed mercy and handed over his soul to the little monk."

"The little monk has already sent them back to the female benefactor overnight."

After hearing this, Hu Qingshan nodded slightly, staring at the little monk with colorful lights in his eyes.

"Little master, I have one last question."

"What about monk Wuxin? What about monk Wumian?!"

On the young monk's face, there was a blank look at first, and then a compassionate expression again.

"Namo Amitabha!"

"If a monk has no heart, he will be ethereal, and he will realize the boundlessness of Buddhism."

"A monk without a face..."

"A monk without a face... a monk without a face must have demonic obstacles in his heart, and he is ashamed to show himself in front of the Buddha..."