Vientiane Senro

"Go and do as I say."

Ji Qiu's voice still echoed in Bhikkhuni Bai's heart, and things in the front yard had already started to ferment.Although I don't know why Fujiwara-sama came back from the dead, judging from his current appearance, he is probably not a normal human being. The white figure stepped forward and stepped back, so that the two female relatives who were not moving behind were exposed.

This is the wife and daughter of Mr. Fujiwara.

The madam protected her daughter behind her, looking at her husband who was pale and without a trace of blood, her face was mixed with excitement and fear.She wanted to quickly return to the side of her loved one, but she had no choice but to find that she was not as brave as she imagined. Her long legs seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and she couldn't move forward no matter what.

The lady couldn't help but began to feel ashamed.

The dead Fujiwara Xingcheng did not pay attention to her strangeness. He was very puzzled by his current state. If he remembered correctly, he had just arranged his funeral the night before... His eyes swept across Looking at his terrified face, he finally settled on a very young face on the outermost edge. He stretched out his right hand in surprise: "Little friend Qingming——"

"Swipe!" The crowd immediately gave way to a wide passage, and at the end of the road was Abe Seimei with some surprise on his face.The current him is not Ji Qiu who has changed his soul, he is the original "Abe Seimei", a talented young onmyoji who has studied at Ka Mo Tadayuki's residence for several years, and saw such a scene on the first day of junior high school , He also failed to think of the "Returning Soul Fragrance" in the first place.

It was an extremely rare and rare spiritual object, and since this is a monastery, someone with a heart deliberately mixed it with sandalwood, no matter how talented Qingming was, he couldn't see the truth without any clues at a glance. He didn't show any panic on his face. , just a little surprised: "Mr. Fujiwara, do you know what's going on with you?"

"What?" Fujiwara Xingcheng looked blank, his other hand rested on the door frame, his voice was cracked and hoarse.He felt that every word he uttered was like sand and gravel rubbing past him.

Qingming noticed this kind of mood, and his words showed regretful sympathy: "You have already died once, and now you stand up after death..."

"I...I'm already dead?" Fujiwara Yukinari seemed to be more surprised than everyone else, he said incoherently: "But you clearly said that I still have a period of time..."

Have lost the memory of the time before death?Such a conclusion flashed through Qingming's mind.But before he could take any further measures, a huge sound shook the entire temple, and everyone looked in that direction together—it was the most majestic building in the center.

The roof of the bonito wood exploded, and stretching out from under the broken house was a huge golden Buddha statue, with thick ears hanging down under the spiral hairstyle, and a pair of fine eyes that seemed to be closed and sympathetic. Looking at it, the body under "him" is covered with a cape that exposes one shoulder. The lines on the clothes are smooth and thin, showing a broad and majestic figure, and the chest muscles are also solemn and full, "he "'s face is a kind of majestic plumpness, different from that in the daytime, the present "he" has an evil spirit that cannot be ignored in his calm and gentle expression.

This "clay sculpture and wood sculpture" that was supposed to be sitting on the Buddhist hall, in such a busy night, in this temple, seemed to be tired of the "imprisonment" for an unknown number of years, under the gaze of everyone , blatantly raised the roof above his head, and stood up on his own!

For a moment, even the pale moon seemed to lose its light.

The old monk stood disheartened on the ruins of the collapsed temple. The rosary in his hand fell in front of him. He raised his head and looked at the "lived" Buddha statue. His voice was not the excitement of seeing the "true Buddha", but a A heartbroken disappointment: "Hui Yuan!"

He called out his disciple's dharma name, eagerly looking back at him: "Don't be fooled! This is a monster!!"

Huiyuan's voice didn't sound, but the Buddha statue opened its eyes. "His" palms were erected on his chest, and his gilt body shone brightly in the night. !"

Another huge palm directly pressed down on the place where the old monk was!

"Boom——" The shaking of the earth made everyone's body shake, and now no one is surprised by the resurrection of Fujiwara Yukinari. Compared with such things as resurrection, it is "Buddha" Really appearing in this world makes people feel incomparably surprised and frightened. Many people tremblingly knelt down on their knees in front of such a powerful "Buddha", but Fujiwara Yukinari still has a rare He ran over a few steps, put his own affairs aside, and roared at those kneeling down: "Didn't you hear? That's not a real Buddha! It's a monster!"

He wanted to pull his subordinates up, but all he saw were a pair of dazed eyes filled with extreme fear.After kicking them a few times, this man reluctantly chose to give up.

"It's such a big formation!" Someone beside Qingming sighed and said.

Abe Seimei turned his head and saw the beautiful nun standing next to the abbot and old monk when he first met. He had doubts about her origin before, but now that he thinks about it, maybe this person knows the whole story of some incidents.

Bai Bhikkuni looked bitterly at the "Buddha statue" that was creating a huge momentum, and she sighed in her heart. The adult once said that the resurrection is just a warm-up, and the real thing will come next... Is that what he called "the real thing"?

What should she think about is how to save this young man's life?She can't die by herself, but rushing up like this is also a "send", and it will be too late when she comes back to life.

She looked at Qingming boy carefully, he was indeed a very talented young man, but she still couldn't see why that adult was so special to him.

"Master," Qingming asked politely, "I don't know if the abbot has mentioned what happened today?"

Since the old monk wanted to find Master He Mao by himself, it meant that he understood what was wrong in his monastery. This female guest might also be a helper he invited over.

"Master Kong Cheng asked me about the strategy," Bhikkhuni Bai did not hide it: "When this temple was founded, it was to suppress a certain evil spirit. It has always been safe and sound, but I don't know why. During this period of time, there have been frequent changes in the temple, and the evil spirits have been in constant commotion. Master Kong Cheng had a premonition that something he didn't want to see might happen next. He heard that my divination skills are superb, so I wanted to ask me something... "

"Monster!" The old monk named "Kong Cheng" did not die under the huge blow of "Buddha Statue", he did not know how to resist such a fierce attack, his lips moved slightly, The body was shrouded in a pale golden light, without waiting for the villain's response, the old monk closed his eyes in pain, and he shouted loudly: "Cloth the barrier!"

"Yes!" There were neatly answered voices from several other directions.

The "Buddha statue" looked around, as if wanting to find other little mice that were hiding, and told "him" intuitively that the so-called "enchantment" might not be a good thing for "him".

The "curtain" of light golden light rises from all sides of the temple, and the light like flowing water flickers on the surface of this enchantment, and there are complex Sanskrit scriptures in it. The Sanskrit singing sounded in the ears of every creature, as if it sounded in the hearts of everyone. Even the fear and fear just now were eliminated in this kind of singing, and a kind of great peace gushed out from people's minds.

"It seems that the old monk is well prepared." Qingming sighed, feeling that things should not be too bad.

Bhikkhuni Bai did not have such optimistic thoughts.Now the young man entrusted by that adult is standing by her side, without any danger coming, how can he need her protection...

Although the enchantment has the effect, but the effect is not great, and I don't know if it is because the evil spirit put a layer of "Buddha" golden body on himself.Although the old monk is old, his fighting power is still undiminished. His rosary beads were scattered by himself, and they slowly circled around him, emitting a slight glow - these are actually the sons of incomparably precious relics. Next, it gave more damage to the "false Buddha"...

"Brush!" A sound of gold and iron clanging came from a very close place.

"Did you hear any sound?" Fujiwara Xingcheng asked such a sentence beside the two.

Abe Seimei remained silent.Bhikkhuni Bai smiled wryly: "I have a very bad feeling."

"Shuashuashuashua-" more sounds of overlapping iron tools rubbing against each other came from behind them.

"Where is that place over there?" Bhikkhuni Bai asked.

"Surangama Courtyard." Abe Seimei replied.

"What are you talking about?" Fujiwara Yukinari was puzzled for a moment.

"I think it's better for us to shift our position first." Bhikkhuni Bai looked at Qingming.

"The mage's opinion is very reasonable." Abe Seimei agreed.

Fujiwara Xingcheng looked back, and saw the same crashing sound coming from another temple very close behind, a barefooted and crowned Bodhisattva came out step by step from the ruins, "her" face Solemn, with beautiful facial features, thin lips and high nose, well-proportioned and tall body, with silk wrapping around the body, and a lotus-shaped tunic skirt on the lower body.Reborn, the Bodhisattva who stood up from the pedestal suddenly opened her beautiful eyes. Under the horrified gaze of a group of people, she raised one palm in front of her chest, and raised the other hand slightly outward. Bend your elbows like a lotus root...

The sound of clanging and rubbing resounded as if it was close at hand. With the sound of these golden and iron clangings, more slender arms slowly lifted out from behind this Bodhisattva. The front, slender, beautiful The fingers of the fingers are in the shape of lotus flowers, and further upwards are more graceful arms. In the palms of the arms, there are golden shining swords, just like peacocks with their tails open. These arms and swords form a circular circle just behind the bodhisattva.

"She" looked in this direction.