The living are not cured

When Xie Yan walked out, everyone looked at him nervously. Such a weak person felt like he would be torn apart by a golden armored warrior at any moment.

The Golden Armored Warrior looked at Xie Yan with some doubts in his heart. He had lived for so many years and had never seen a person with such abundant yang energy, and the painting scroll in his hand also looked like a treasure from the underworld.

Thinking of the relationship between the Underworld and Buddhism, the Golden Armored Warrior began to persuade: "This is about Buddhism and has nothing to do with your Underworld. If you are acquainted, get out, and don't force me to do it."

After finishing speaking, the black chain in the hands of the Golden Armored Warrior had already tied Zhu Xiaolian and Meng Longtan together.

Although Xie Yan wondered why the golden armor warrior felt that he had something to do with the underworld, he still made a mistake and said, "Since you know that I have something to do with the underworld, you should know that these female ghosts should be under the jurisdiction of the underworld."

Hearing this, the warrior in golden armor snorted coldly, and then said disdainfully: "This is the pure land of my Buddha's bliss, where flowers and sesame oils can be enjoyed endlessly, if you sincerely practice Buddhism and fly to the real Western bliss, it is not impossible, it is much better than reincarnation. "

After the words fell, a female ghost who was chased away by the golden armor warrior suddenly stood up and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't want flowers, sesame oil, or Western bliss. I want to go home! I want to go home! You take our The dry bones zhe:n are pressed here, so that we will never be able to go home!"

After finishing speaking, the woman couldn't help but burst into tears, she fell to her knees and said, "My mother is still waiting for me, my mother is still waiting for me."

Her cry made all the ghosts shed tears, calling the name of her family lover, her voice was sad and desperate, as if the nightingale was trying her best to let out the last cry of her life.

For a moment, the mural fairyland, which was originally ethereal and ethereal, became spooky because of the crying of all the ghosts.

"Why are you crying? The Tang Dynasty is about to die for 800 years, and your relatives have already been reincarnated. After practicing Buddha for 800 years, you still haven't cultivated Buddha-nature. It's unbearable to be educated." Said, the golden-armored warrior threw the purple gold hammer in his hand. A slam on the ground stopped the howling of the ghosts immediately.

"Have I been trapped for 800 years? I have been locked up for 800 years."

"Li Lang is dead? Li Lang is already dead!"

"I want to go home. My mother said she wanted to marry me."

"Even if you give me a bowl of Mengpo soup, it's better than being tormented by the memories of those days forever."

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Watching this scene, the Golden Armored Warrior was furious, and felt that these female ghosts were making trouble for no reason. It was obvious that his master had worked hard to plan for them after their tragic deaths, but they didn't appreciate it at all.

Xie Yan looked at the golden armored warrior and said with a smile: "It seems that they don't want to accept your favor."

The golden-armored warrior's face was gloomy, and he pointed at Xie Yan with the purple-gold sledgehammer in his hand and said, "Since you don't listen to persuasion and stir up ghosts and monsters to make trouble, then I can only keep you here."

After finishing speaking, a sledgehammer slammed towards Xie Yan. Xie Yan summoned up the yang energy around him, then hid aside, and burned the purple gold sledgehammer in the golden armored warrior's hand with yang fire.

However, the Golden Armored Warrior was not afraid at all, he let the sun fire burn, looked at Xie Yan with a sneer and said, "Boy, I'm not a demon, your sun fire can't hurt me at all."

After finishing speaking, the Zijin sledgehammer slammed in Xie Yan's direction again, but before the hammer could go down, a long sword blocked the attack for Xie Yan.

Seeing Rong Yu Heng Jianyu squinting his eyes at the golden armored warrior in front of him, he said with great dissatisfaction, "I really still hate Buddhism."

After the words fell, the golden armor warrior looked at the pair of golden vertical pupils revealed by Rong Yu and suddenly thought of something, but before he could speak, he was cut open by Rong Yu's sword.

Accompanied by the roar of the golden-armored warrior, Rong Yu landed slowly, Xie Yan couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "Ayu, are you okay?"

It was only then that Rong Yu suddenly realized that he had shown too much strength, so when Xie Yan approached him, Rong Yu pretended to be exhausted and fell into Xie Yan's arms, causing Xie Yan to stagger.

"Ah Yu, what's wrong with you?" Xie Yan couldn't help but want to stretch out his hand to check, when he was about to send Yang Qi into Rong Yu's body, he realized that Rong Yu is a demon, and his own Yang Qi might be harmful to Rong Yu .

Rong Yu directly buried his face in Xie Yan's neck, and then pretended to be uncomfortable and said: "Forcibly improving the strength, there is some backlash."

"Then what should I do?" Xie Yan said in a daze. Rong Yu had always been too tall in his eyes. The monster called the king.

"Ayan just hug me." Rong Yu rubbed Xie Yan and continued, "The missing people in the temple have all been released, and Ning Caichen will take care of the rest."

Xie Yan nodded, and then said, "I see."

After finishing speaking, Xie Yan reached out to stroke Rong Yu's hair again, and changed his posture to make Rong Yu lie more comfortably.

As for the female ghosts, they couldn't help being stunned when they saw the golden armor warrior who had been oppressing them being killed by Rong Yu's sword.

Xie Yan was afraid that these female ghosts would disturb Rong Yu, so he directly took all the female ghosts in with a painting scroll, and after leaving the temple, he asked Rong Yu to help find the black and white impermanence of the underworld to take these ghosts away.

When the dead female ghosts of the golden armor warriors were included in the scrolls, the mural fairyland also began to slowly shatter.At the same time, a golden lotus in the mural suddenly flew out, so fast that Xie Yan almost didn't see what it was, and Rong Yu, who was lying in Xie Yan's arms, cut off half of the lotus with spiritual power without hesitation.

"What is that?" Xie Yan asked.

"The magic weapon for creating murals." Rong Yu replied softly, but it has been destroyed by him, and it can only be used as a decoration in the future, "The murals have collapsed, let's go too."

When Xie Yan and Rong Yu walked out of the mural, the mural painted in the Tang Dynasty completely collapsed, and at the same time revealed the unknown secret. The bones of the more than 100 young girls were like the bones of the Buddha's face .

During the Sui and Tang dynasties, Buddhism was very popular, and any religious sect would cause pollution. Bao'an Temple was one of them 800 years ago. The monks in the temple burned, killed, looted and seized the land.Later, although the Buddhist sect took action to discipline them, these girls who died in vain were buried behind the murals for the sake of maintaining the reputation of the Buddhist sect.

"Now, they can finally reincarnate." Xie Yan couldn't help but whispered looking at the piles of corpses in front of him.

The abbot of Bao'an Temple who came after hearing the words almost fell to the ground, his murals were missing, and the reputation of Buddhism would also be tainted by it.

Just when the host was about to be overwhelmed, Xie Yan looked at the host and said, "Please ask the host to do a ritual for these poor people so that they can be saved."

"It's natural." The host forced a smile on his stiff face.

Xie Yan smiled, then looked at the rescued Zhu Xiaolian and said, "Someone wants to see you."

"Who is it?" Zhu Xiaolian asked suddenly.

I saw Xie Yan unfold the scroll, and a beautiful heroine with a woman's hair in a bun came out of the scroll. She was the one who had sex with Zhu Xiaolian.

"Zhu Lang, I'm pregnant with your child." The woman told Zhu Xiaolian about it with joy.

Zhu Xiaolian looked at the woman who was smiling happily and suddenly changed his expression: "What child? You are not a human, but a ghost! The child you gave birth to is a ghost! It is not mine!"