dead child, ghost carrying coffin

On the other side, after Gray Six brought many elves to Li's villa, it was already empty.

In a fit of rage, Gray Six waved his sleeves, and the little elves began to "demolish the house" chanting slogans.

After a short while, with a bang, the entire three-story building was razed to the ground.

Just as Gray Six was about to turn around and leave, he saw the miserable mess of graves around him.

He sighed softly, and made seals with his hands.

"Today's decree, surpass your lonely soul, all ghosts and ghosts, and those who have been favored and headed in four lives will surpass."

"The headless are born, killed with spears and knives, dived into the water and hung a rope to die in the dark, died injustice, creditors and enemies, ordered my son to kneel in front of my stage."

"The gossip shines, and you leave, and you will be born as a man or a woman, and you will be responsible for yourself. You will be rich and poor, and you will be called by you to wait for everyone."

"Urgently surpassing life, the edict is waiting for everyone, hurrying to surpass life."

"If Mr. Xiao comes in person, hurry like a law!"

As soon as the magic spell came out, there were crackling and cracking sounds all around.

It was Gray Six who was merciful and broke the prison of ghosts set by Li Jiao.

Many ghosts swarmed out, bowed to Hui Lao Liu, and then sank slowly into the ground.

"I will thank the old god for saving me!"

"Old Immortal Mingjian, the evil way that bullied us, fled to the north!"

The sixth gray boy showed joy when he heard the words, and quickly pinched his fingers to make calculations.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, shaking his head and muttering softly.

"Strange, how could this be..."

If there are words, it will be long, but if there are no words, it will be broken.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and it was time for the long-awaited homecoming week.

This time it was Zhao Fei's father Zhao Aiguo who came to pick up Hua Jiunan and the three of them.

After getting into the car, Zhao Fei asked.

"Dad, why do you have time to pick us up?"

"Aren't you busy recently?!"

Zhao Aiguo answered with a smile while driving.

"Dad hasn't been home for a week to see the old aunt, so I happened to drop by to pick you up."

"Hey, there is no clue about the murder that happened in Jinguang Temple a few days ago..."

Hua Jiunan knew that Zhao Aiguo was talking about the incident of three old monks being murdered by ghosts and Buddhas without face.

The grievances and grievances in the practice world still need to be resolved by the practice world.

It would be strange if ordinary people could solve the case.

"Uncle Zhao, don't worry about the matter of Jinguang Temple."

"In a few days, someone will give you an explanation."

Hua Jiunan said this, hesitated for a moment and continued to speak.

"Also, there may be something happening at the Cypress Mountain Ski Resort these days, but it shouldn't affect too much."

"Brother Huaiyuan and the others have already been watched over there."

When Hua Jiunan said this, Zhao Aiguo already understood the general idea.

In addition to feeling powerless, he also felt angry.

He slammed the steering wheel and scolded softly.

"Inexhaustible demons and monsters!"

But when talking about Cypress Mountain, Zhao Aiguo remembered one thing.

"Nine difficulties. A few days ago, the staff reorganized and typeset our "County Chronicles", and there was a special mention of Cypress Mountain in it."

"Thousands of years ago, this mountain was originally called 'Ghost Mother Mountain'."

"It is rumored that there is a terrifying evil god 'Great Ghost Mother' living in it."

"She is very fierce, and she has ravaged the people around her."

"This incident was too big, and too many people died, and the resentment was soaring."

"In the end, the king of Biancheng was alarmed, and this evil god was subdued."

"Ghost Mother Mountain, Ghost Mother Mountain, if people are familiar with it, it has become the current Cypress Mountain."

Zhao Aiguo's eloquence was excellent, although the legend he told was plain, Chen Daji and Zhao Fei were very obsessed with it.

But for some reason, Hua Jiunan had an ominous premonition in his heart.

On the other side, a middle-aged monk who was dark and thin, but whose eyes were as clear as a fountain, had already arrived outside the gate of Jinguang Temple.

He clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, knelt down step by step, and came towards the temple halfway up the mountain.

Seeing the solemn appearance of the middle-aged monk, the devout men and women who came to pay homage, all stepped aside and dared not stand in front of him.

The matter was passed on by word of mouth, and after a short effort, it was known to Master Kongchan who was chanting sutras and paying respects to the Buddha.

The old monk did not dare to neglect, and led a group of disciples to the foot of the mountain to greet him. ?

After seeing the middle-aged monk, Master Kongchan was full of respect.

"Namo Amitabha."

"The little monk didn't know that the first dharma stand in the Arhat Hall of Wutai Mountain was coming, and he was far away to welcome him. Forgive me for my sin!"

The middle-aged monk knelt in the direction of the temple again, and then got up to return the salute to Master Kongchan.

"Namo Amitabha, the abbot of Kongchan is very polite."

"You and I are both disciples of the Buddha, so there is really no need to be more polite."

Although the other party said politely, Master Kong Chan still did not dare to neglect.

"Namo Amitabha."

"I also invite the big monk to go up the mountain with me, and the poor monk can explain the matter face to face."

The middle-aged monk shook his head slowly but firmly.

"If the Buddhist rituals are not complete, I dare not walk quickly."

"Abbot Kong Chan will go to the temple and wait for the poor monk first."

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged monk continued to worship in three steps and walked slowly towards Jinguang Temple.

Seeing the behavior of this angry-eyed monk, the head of the Arhat Hall, Master Kongchan was deeply moved.

He simply sent the rest of the monks back to the temple first, while he himself followed Nu Mu, worshiping Buddha every three steps and paying attention to the Buddha.