After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

"Don't like it," Fan Wujiu turned back to teach Xie Bian with a straight face, "What's so good about the smell of ghosts?"

Xie Bian followed his words and nodded: "I don't like it anymore."

Fan Wujiu couldn't hold back, a smile overflowed from his eyes: "You are so fickle, don't you hate me?"

Facing Xie Bian, he always put on a coaxing look unconsciously.

A little ghost with angry eyes sneaked behind Fan Wujiu at some point, and old Fan Lian didn't move, and the ghost shadow scattered into a little firefly behind him.

A small one, shining brightly.

Xie Bian stretched out his hand, pointed at the will-o'-the-wisp, and also pointed at Fan Wujiu: "I like it."

He once sent him a sky full of stars in the underground Wuwang city. The ghost king's star has long been shining in his heart from ancient times.

Xie Bian's gaze was pure and sincere, something brighter than sparks shone.

"Forget it... you can like whatever you want, and I will kill anyone who refuses you." The mysterious light of the tiger scythe flashed, and Lao Fan leaned back against the evil weapon, and the words of the promise were light and fluffy.

Xie Bian tilted his head: "What about you?"

Obviously the one he said just now that he is not allowed to like is Fan Wujiu.

"It was also cut."

Fan Wujiu looked at Xie Bian with a smile, tightened his hand holding human knuckles, turned around and walked to the depths of the sea of ​​ghosts.

Not allowed to go out of the city, not allowed to show favoritism... In the past thousands of years, Xie Bian was imprisoned by countless prohibitions.

Fan Wujiu took Xie Bian by the hand, and without wasting time, he cleaned up the filth in room four in a short time.

Without the cover of ghosts and ghosts, the true appearance of this place is revealed.

Behind the clouds and smoke, there is a faint mountain gate, simple and elegant, with clumsy paths.

"Go in and have a look?" Fan Wujiu never let go, Xie Bian had to ask before being dragged into anything by him.

Fan Wujiu withdrew his evil weapon and tightened his robes: "Go, you have the final say, I will go to the mountains of swords and seas of fire."

He was shameless and outspoken, and Xie Bian was red from the root of his neck to his ears, like a burnt evening glow.

"Let's go then."

Xie Bian just walked, Fan Wujiu followed behind him, the two of them held hands, they couldn't get far, and they entered the mountain gate together.

Walking in from the mountain gate, the whole journey was quiet, except for tall trees and short trees, and there was no sound of birds.

Fan Wujiu has become addicted to holding hands, and has been dishonest for a long time, not only holding hands but also rubbing them, with gentle force, if there is nothing.

Xie Bian was so unbearably teased by the old hooligan, he pulled out his hand with all his strength, and then stuffed the police whip into Lao Fan's hand: "You hold it, I have no place to fight hard."

He thought that Fan Wujiu was holding him to prevent him from fighting with ghosts, so he took the initiative to hand in the evil weapon in exchange for his own happiness.

Xie Bian escaped from "Fan Shou" and ran away, leaving Fan Wujiu walking slowly with a child's whip, proud and at ease.

After walking up the mountain gate for two miles, Xie Bian saw something other than the tree.

An ancient temple.

The eaves on the glazed roof are high, and the ridge beasts lie on the corners of the eaves. The roof is supported by wooden pillars. There is a hanging in front of the temple: All living beings are exhausted, and Bodhi can be realized.

Behind the fourth self-examination room is the ancient temple, and it is reasonable for Xi Bei, who is holding a Buddhist bead, to enter here.

Just as Fan Wujiu walked to the front of the temple, Xie Bian had already opened the door and entered.

In the main hall, the Bodhisattva Dharma is dignified.

Xie Bian took a closer look, and the big Bodhisattva lowered his eyes and closed his eyes, but both hands were facing down.

This is a turning-hand Bodhisattva with eyes closed.

Xie Bian didn't understand these things, and he didn't have the experience of being burned and worshiped, so he really couldn't tell the truth for a while.

Fortunately, Fan Wujiu quickly followed.

"I refuse to cross." Fan Wujiu lifted his foot and stepped over the threshold, glanced at the Faxiang, and opened his mouth to explain.

It is said in the world that ordinary gods and Buddhas can save all living beings. The two of them are neither gods nor Buddhas, but Fan Wujiu knows how to pay attention to how many times he has gone through the world. At least this bodhisattva enshrined should not have such a dharma appearance.

refused to cross.

The hands are down, the bowl is empty, and the dead branches are difficult to rain. If someone comes here to worship, I am afraid that they will not get anything.

"Oh." Hearing this, Xie Bian turned the futon in front of the Bodhisattva upside down.

"What are you looking for?" Fan Wujiu leaned on the pillar, unwilling to take a step closer to the Bodhisattva.

Xie Bian finished looking through the case of futons and incense: "What are the people who are looking for Bodhisattvas asking for?"

When I went up the mountain and met the Bodhisattva, I had to leave something behind if I wanted to make a wish.

Fan Wujiu folded his arms and carried the whip for others to do odd jobs: "Look hard, and look behind the stone statue."

He only ordered and didn't work, Xie Bian gave him a blank look, walked around behind the Bodhisattva, and actually discovered the clue.

In the space behind the stone statue, a small stone pressed the Daohuang Talisman.

Although Fan Wujiu has no experience of being enshrined, he still has a lot of experience of being cursed.

Enshrining and cursing are not bad.

The space behind was narrow, Xie Bian squeezed out and walked to the bright place to open the yellow talisman, Fan Wujiu also walked up.

Xie Bian thought he wanted to see it for himself, so he handed him the yellow talisman, but Lao Fan didn't answer it, and reached out to dust Xie Bian's robe.

It was probably the floating ash that was rubbed on when he just walked out, Xie Bian didn't notice it himself, but asked Lao Fan to see it first.

"Don't worry about me, it's up to you." Fan Wujiu patted his chest and back, half dusting and half mopping, he was extremely busy.

Xie Bian muttered "Old Hooligan" in his mouth, and opened the yellow talisman folded into a ball in his hand, on which were written two large characters in cinnabar: Peace.

Do you want to be safe?The writing is straightforward and not charades, Xie Bian read it and folded it again, and Fan Wujiu just finished patting the ashes for him, shaking his hand not knowing where to put it.

"There is a mountain spring on the way up, let's wash it off." Xie Bian put the yellow talisman back in front of the Buddha, seeing Lao Fan's dusty hands, he decided to take care of it.

After all, if Lao Fan still wanted to hold him later, Hui would rub his hands.

Thinking of himself is not considered caring about Lao Fan, Xie Bian is very satisfied with his explanation.

Fan Wujiu was disgusted and was not angry: "Okay, you have the final say, go wash up, let's go?"

Xie Bian raised his foot and was about to go out when he suddenly heard a loud noise. Looking back, he saw the Sitting Bodhisattva who turned his hands on his legs and was about to get up.

The statue of the big Bodhisattva carved in stone has come to life.

Those at the gate of the mountain who witnessed the whole process of Lao Fan's bad deeds are just young people, and the one sitting in this temple is the real master.

It was probably because Xie Bian moved the yellow talisman and did not return it to its original position, which triggered the mechanism of the stone statue.

Looking back, the big Bodhisattva sitting on the top of the beam had completely stood up, and a hole was poked out of the glazed temple roof by the raised hand of the Bodhisattva.

"Go out first!"

Fan Wujiu yelled for Xie Bian to go out first, and jumped out immediately after him.

The two stood still on the stone slab in front of the temple. After a loud bang, the ancient temple completely collapsed.

Among the ruins, the bodhisattva's Dharma appearance has fully appeared, ten feet high, with a majestic stone body, but with a fierce aura.

Fake Bodhisattva.

Xie Bian looked at the fake Bodhisattva, and the fake Bodhisattva also looked at him.Staring at a height of tens of meters, the fierceness in Xie Bian's eyes did not lose to him.

"Give it to me." Xie Bian stretched out his hand to Fan Wu to rescue him, still staring at the big stone statue, ready to rush up.

Fan Wujiu didn't give him any intention, instead he put the red whip into his arms: "Stay there, don't get your hands dirty, I'll just go."

After finishing speaking, the Tiger Scythe appeared in his hand, Fan Wujiu carried the sickle on his back, and jumped onto the spine beast in the middle of the ruins in the blink of an eye.

Shi Bodhisattva was attracted by Fan Wujiu's jumping action, Qi Qi and Xie Bian looked at each other across the clouds, and pushed his hand to smash his giant palm at Fan Wujiu.

Fan Wujiu didn't care about which hand was dirty and which was not, so he swung the scythe with both hands alternately, and took the palm abruptly.

Seeing that the black sickle was fighting against the stone palm, the whip was hidden in his arms, and he couldn't kill himself in front of Lao Fan, Xie Bian had some troubles trying to make a move.

Fortunately, there are not many other things here, and stones are everywhere.

"Hold on for a while." Xie Bian greeted Lao Fan and walked towards the ruins.

He casually grabbed a handful of stones from the side, and calmly formed a square formation.

Xie Bian closed his eyes and whispered softly, "Come out."

As soon as the words fell, there was a shocking movement under the stone formation, and a hand with a Buddhist bead stretched out from the formation.

It was fine for Fan Wujiu to resist for a while, so Xie Bian didn't urge the kid in the formation, and patiently waited for him to crawl out.

The ghost finally crawled out from the formation, and the strong man with the upper body naked had the seal of Buddha painted on his chest, which turned out to be an Arhat.

Arhat ghost lowered his eyes and clapped his hands together: "Xi Bei, please see my lord."

No one knows that the drinking ghost was an ascetic monk before his death. Because he was tricked into drinking alcohol by mistake, he committed suicide in front of the Buddha to apologize.

"Go, help him." Xie Bian raised his hand, accepted his greeting, and pointed to Fan Wujiu who was fighting against Bodhisattva Stone.

"Xi is so sad."

The Arhat ghost turned around and walked towards the stone bodhisattva. Every step he took, his stature doubled in size. When he reached the steps, he was already a head taller than the fake bodhisattva.

The greedy drink ghost appeared dead, with golden light flashing on his upper body, and Buddhist beads tightly wrapped around his neck.

He once strangled himself before the gods and Buddhas in the Ten Temples, using the string of beads around his neck.

Arhat fighting Bodhisattva, Xi Bei has been here once, and he must understand it better than anyone else. Xie Bian's move is a wise person to make good use of.

Xi Bei broke the arm of Bodhisattva Stone with one palm, and kicked the palm away, Fan Wujiu was able to get rid of the palm, and came to Xie Bian's side.

"Remember?" Fan Wujiu didn't get too close to him with his dirty hands, and asked the question knowingly.

Xie Bian nodded.

"Why don't you call the others?" Fan Wujiu asked.

Xie Bian pointed not far away: "It's enough to have him alone."

One drinking ghost is indeed enough.

Xi Bei tore off the Buddhist beads around his neck with one hand, wrapped them around his hands and made fists, and smashed the other begging hand of Stone Bodhisattva with one punch.

The stone bowl fell from mid-air, hit the ground with a bang, and fell apart.

The stone bodhisattva with closed eyes broke both arms, and finally opened his eyes.

Arhat punched everywhere on the stone statue, but none hit the face.Even if she abandoned her past, Xi Bei couldn't bear to break the Bodhisattva's appearance.

Xie Bian knew the pain in his heart, he called Fan Wujiu and turned to leave: "Let's go, wash away."

Leaving Stone Bodhisattva to Xi Bei to deal with, Xie Bian led Fan Wujiu to the forest to find a mountain spring to cleanse his hands.

Xie Bian actually didn't see the mountain spring, but he heard the sound of water faintly on the way here, so now he can only find it based on his impressions, and he took some fork in the road and came to a pine forest.

Fan Wujiu broke the pine branches and fiddled with them, sweeping the palms of his hands.

Xie Bian slowed down and approached him quietly.

When he really smelled the rosin, Xie Bian felt that it was different from the smell on Fan Wujiu's body, an indescribable feeling.

"Why do you smell me? You hate me for being dirty or smelly?" Fan Wujiu knew what he was thinking, and deliberately pretended to be disappointed to tease him.

Xie Bian bit his lip: "I don't dislike it."

Fan Wujiu tossed the pine branch, and deliberately walked in front of him to block the way: "I don't mind, then give me a kiss!"

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The author has something to say:

This Bodhisattva who refuses to cross is fabricated by myself, don't be led astray by me!

I heard that the comment section of posting food in Zuohua will be lively, and today I ate super delicious Soviet-style mooncakes sent by my graduated senior sister (the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed for a long time, and our laboratory is still eating mooncakes)