The daily life of the villain and the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Ziguang Temple, Hanguang Temple.

The lotus lamp is always bright, the sandalwood smoke is curling up, the fragrant flowers and fruits are enshrined on the dark brown altar table, and the golden long streamers embroidered with five-color Buddhist scriptures hang down beside the tall beams and columns, all revealing a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

The monks in cassocks are holding ritual vessels, or twisting rosary beads, chanting scriptures, and sitting on yellow futons, sitting in a circle.

Looking around, there were thousands of people in the empty hall, and Sanskrit sounds gathered like a sea, echoing in the towering hall.

However, the one surrounded by these monks was not a Buddha statue. On a high altar, a barefoot Buddha in white was sitting in lotus position, with his hands clasped together.

The young Buddha lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, chanted scriptures constantly, and hung a string of nearly black sandalwood beads around his neck. A breath of detachment that is not stained with the world.

It was dusk at this time, and the setting sun was like blood. Through the window lattice, the lotus lanterns on the altar table were illuminated with an ominous red, just like the time of encountering a demon recorded in ancient books.

Before the altar, the abbot in a red cassock knocked on the wooden fish more and more urgently. He raised his head and glanced at the Buddha on the altar, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

As the last rays of the sun set, the world was plunged into darkness.

Sudden changes occurred on the altar!

A ghastly aura erupted from Fuzi's body. He closed his eyes and opened his eyes. Black lines meandered on the whites of his eyes like bloodshot eyes, and the red pupils looked extraordinarily evil.

"Hahahahahahahahaha..." The corner of Buddha's mouth burst into an exaggerated smile, the red marks between his eyebrows turned into dark vertical lines, his long white hair grew to his waist without wind, and even his white cassock was dyed black.

The devilish energy around him, no matter how holy and compassionate Buddha's son is, it's clearly a devil!

The prayer flags around the altar were touched by the magic energy, emitting a golden light, and the five-color scriptures on it poured down, turning into an invisible barrier to seal the airtight surrounding the altar.

On the lotus-shaped white jade altar, dense golden scriptures appeared instantly, turning into invisible chains, binding the demons on the altar.

The sandalwood beads that were originally hanging on the Buddha's neck were now like a red-hot iron. The Buddha's light collided with the black magic energy, making a sneering sound like water falling on a hot stove, like a wedge, firmly The demon on the altar was firmly fixed.

The monks on the futon seemed to turn a blind eye to everything that happened on the altar, but the voice of chanting was louder, and the Sanskrit sound continuously entered the barrier formed by the five-color scriptures, making it stronger.

This entire altar is their elaborate cage.

The white-haired and black-clothed demon was enraged. He stood up, ignoring the scorched black mark left by the rosary around his neck, and said louder and louder: "Do you think this can trap me? Within three days, here I can’t be locked up anymore, and when I get out, I’ll kill you bald donkeys and wash the whole Ziguangsha in blood!”

He raised his head and smiled wickedly, "When the time comes, I will take the Buddhist disciples you all dedicated to offering to kill and break his accumulated Taoism for hundreds of generations! See how he is still merciful and saves all living beings, hahahahahaha... "

The abbot in a red cassock closed his eyes upon hearing this, and the lines on his face became deeper.

But no matter how provocative the demons on the altar were, the monks remained unmoved, and the seal was still firm. The sound of cursing and provocation resounded throughout the night in the Sanskrit, until the sky turned pale, and the demons on the altar calm down.

The black clothes turned white, the white hair disappeared, and the insolent demon became a holy Buddha again.

Venerable Liuli's face was pale, and he folded his hands together, "Amitabha, thank you for your hard work, senior brothers!"

He looked at the presiding officer wearing a red cassock under the altar, and said in a calm voice: "Master, this disciple is almost unable to trap it. If you can't find a way to get rid of the devil tomorrow, please ask Master to send your disciple away." One ride."

The host put down the wooden fish in his hand, looked deeply at Venerable Liuli, with a trace of pain in his eyes, nodded slowly after a long time, and promised: "Don't worry, as a teacher, I will definitely not let this demon cause harm to the common people."

There was a smile on Fozi's face, he closed his eyes quietly, and continued to read the scriptures silently.

At this time, Su Yi was rushing to Ziguangsha's shuttle.

From the mouth of the monk in the yellow cassock, he already knew the whole story.

Unexpectedly, the heart demon of the Buddhist son who was no longer in the world of mortals turned out to be the most powerful one when he broke out, and directly split into an extremely evil personality at night, forcing the Buddhist son to draw the ground as a prison, using the entire purple light temple as a formation, pouring out With all the efforts of the monks in the temple, the devil was temporarily trapped.

If Su Yi hadn't secretly released the news to let them know his existence and come to him, I am afraid that everything would really develop as the original "plot". evil.

The devil fled to the devil's way, and the former Buddha turned into a demon king. As the first vanguard to attack the righteous way, the prelude to the great war was set off.

"Benefactor Su, Luojia Mountain has arrived."

The first sight is a group of buildings covering the entire mountain range. The vermilion walls and glazed tiles are indistinct in the shadows of the mountains and forests. Looking from a distance, there is a quiet and solemn atmosphere.

Su Yi's eyes stopped at a peak at the highest point of the mountain range. There was a small temple there. Compared with the palace-lined temples on the mountainside, its scale seemed insignificant, but he felt a familiar atmosphere from it.

The soul devouring gun in the primordial spirit trembled, as if echoing that aura from afar.

Su Yi couldn't help sighing, no wonder Venerable Liuli couldn't figure it out, this might be the biggest fragment of the Soul Eater.

Sure enough, the monk in yellow cassock took Su Yi straight to the small temple, and the three big characters Ziguangsha came into view.

Su Yi looked at the huge plaque hanging on the gate of the temple, and felt a little funny in his heart. They said that the demon and Buddhism were sworn enemies, and I, the demon, would be invited to the holy place of Buddhism one day.

The interior of Ziguang Temple, which is famous all over the world, does not have the grandeur of being one of the top ten sects. Instead, it is extremely quiet. Along the way, not only did it not see incense offerings, even monks.

Under the leadership of the monk in yellow, Su Yi walked along the wide and flat bluestone road through multiple doors, and finally heard human voices, like many people chanting scriptures, and the rhythmic sound of wooden fish.

The voice became louder and louder, so loud that Su Yi could already hear the scriptures clearly. The Sanskrit sound was like a sea tide, like a torrent of bells, and it actually caused his soul to vibrate faintly.

The sound turned into a real Buddha's light, which seemed to be in natural opposition to the power in his body, like a fish breaking into hot water, and a live chicken entering the oven, making Su Yi feel as if his soul was being roasted just by walking.

Just when Su Yi was struggling and in a dilemma, a layer of golden light suddenly appeared from nowhere, firmly protecting his soul.

Su Yi took a closer look and found that it was the power of merit. He felt happy and deliberately said to the old devil: "It seems that merit is still very useful."

The old devil snorted and ignored his provocation.

"Abbot, I have invited Master Su!" the monk in yellow robes shouted loudly.

The benevolent old monk led several monks in red to welcome Su Yi and his party at the entrance of the main hall. He had a pair of long white eyebrows, and his wide earlobes almost reached his neck.

The old monk clasped his hands together and made a Buddhist salute, "Amitabha, the honored guest is coming, and I forgive the poor monk for being far away."

"The matter is urgent, the abbot doesn't need to be too polite." Su Yi expressed his understanding, and also returned a Buddhist salute. After a brief exchange of greetings, he followed everyone into the hall.

After entering the main hall, the tingling pain of the soul was even worse, but it was quickly soothed by the golden light of merit, and the breath of the fragments of the soul-devouring gun was close in front of him. Su Yi raised his eyes to look at the altar, and the white-clothed Buddha opened his eyes just in time. Eyes, the eyes of the two collided through the incense smoke.

"Who is he!" A terrified voice sounded from Venerable Liuli's sea of ​​consciousness. To his surprise, he heard fear from the voice of the inner demon.

Does the devil, who has never been afraid of anything and is so arrogant, have something to be afraid of?

Who is this handsome young man in front of him?

"You let him go, we can talk." The heart demon's tone softened instantly, "I promise not to go out to do evil, not to take control of your body, how about it?" The premonition of death made him panic, if it wasn't for someone coming His breath really frightened him, he would not bow his head.

Venerable Liuli ignored the suggestion of the heart demon, but directly performed a Buddhist ceremony to Su Yi, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "There is Lao Su's benefactor."

The inner demon cursed: "Do you think you have grasped the straw? Idiot, the devilish energy hidden in that person's soul is stronger than mine. He must be a high-ranking demon. If you believe him, you will be sent to the tiger's mouth. You will definitely regret it!"

High-ranking demon?Venerable Liuli was startled. Isn't that kind of legendary existence in Tianwaitian? How could it appear in the lower realm.

After the heart demon frightened the host, he immediately comforted him: "Have you thought about the benefits? You and I are one, I will not lie to you, if you still don't believe it, I can swear the heart demon oath."

"You're scared." Venerable Liuli's smiling voice sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness, "If he really came to harm me, you wouldn't be in such a hurry."

Venerable Liuli looked at Su Yi. In the eyes of the sky, the young man's whole body was shrouded in golden light of merit, faintly forming a pagoda shape.

Venerable Liuli couldn't help but respect him, how could a person whose merits and virtues had been condensed into a nine-story Linglong Pagoda be a bad person?I really don't know how the other party has accumulated so much merit, which is a level that I can't do even after a hundred lifetimes of practice.

While Venerable Liuli was observing Su Yi, Su Yi was also sizing up the legendary Buddha.

This is the legendary figure of Qiyuanying. It is said that after he worshiped Ziguang Temple, he cultivated from an ordinary mortal to the body of Yuanying in only seven days. Only those who have practiced for many lifetimes have the root of wisdom can practice.

Looking at the appearance, it is indeed a dignified treasure, extraordinary and refined, worthy of Ziguangsha's role as the facade. In Su Yi's eyes, the Buddha's light is like a shining high-power light bulb. The most rare soul is extremely pure, as pure as glass, which makes him happy.

As soon as the two met, they developed a good impression of each other.

Relying on the protection of the power of merit, Su Yi walked into the formation of the altar, sat opposite Venerable Liuli, and entered the sea of ​​consciousness of Venerable Liuli under the protection of the monks.

This was the first time he entered the Sea of ​​Consciousness to search for a demon while the other party was conscious. With the help of the host of the demon, the process was much smoother than expected, and he found the hidden demon with almost no effort.

Su Yi devoured the heart demon and turned it back into soul devouring gun fragments, and at the same time obtained all the memory and cultivation of the heart demon.

Venerable Liuli watched everything quietly from the side in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Su Yi turned his head, "Is there nothing you want to ask?" He knew what the other party had seen.

Venerable Liuli clasped his hands together and said peacefully, "Amitabha, everyone has secrets, poor monks won't ask."

Su Yi knew from the memory of the heart demon that the other party already knew that he was a demon, so he said with a half-smile: "I thought you could eliminate demons and defend the Tao."

Venerable Liuli looked into Su Yi's eyes, and said seriously: "The Buddha once said, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. Buddhas and demons exist in one mind. If there is a Buddha in your heart, even if you are in the endless hell, it is also a spiritual mountain dojo. There is no Buddha, even if you eat fast and chant Buddha every day, it will be nothing but flowers in the mirror. The donor is a person with great opportunity and great wisdom, and he cannot be saved by common sense."

"Do you think I have a Buddha in my heart?" Su Yi couldn't help laughing after hearing Venerable Liuli's words. This is really interesting. As a demon, he was actually recognized by a most orthodox Buddhist disciple.

The old devil must be pissed off when he heard that, if the old devil had a human form, he could almost imagine the other person's face, it must be wonderful.

Su Yi couldn't help shaking his head after laughing, and said to Venerable Liuli, "I really like you more and more."