Ever since he became a traveling star, Wang Qilin has always relied on the Taiyin Soul-Severing Sword.

With the Demon Sword, it becomes even more powerful.

Now that the knife is no longer in his hand, he feels guilty.

But then he thought again, this was in a dream!

Can I still be bullied in my dream?

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt confident.

But then he thought something was wrong, this might not be his dream!

It is impossible for him to have the same dream as Mu Taihang!

My heart started to feel weak again.

Especially when he can't move yet!

Mu Taihang once told him that it was like this every time he woke up from a dark dream, and he had to recite the national policy repeatedly to regain control of his body.

So he tried hard to think about national policies.

But what is the national policy?

He had never attended an official school or a private school since he was a child. He had no idea about the emperor’s national policy of the New Han Dynasty!

After racking his brains for a while, he thought of what he had seen in his dream before: "Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony..."

But this was not the national policy of the New Han Dynasty. He finally decided to recite the Vajrasattva mantra silently: "Om Panzer Sa Duo Hum..."

After reciting the mantra quickly once, he was about to repeat it again, but found that he had completely gained control of his body.

The Buddhist scriptures are indeed overbearing!

He was so happy that he jumped high with his hands on the ground.

'boom!'

There was a muffled sound and his head hit a thick wooden board!

He lay down again.

This time it's a bit harsh.

Taking in a breath of cold air to calm down, he covered the back of his head and moved to the side.

This is not the eight-meow house that Mu Taihang was talking about at all. How can a house be so short?

And the roof of this house seems to be flat? A flat wooden roof?

His heart moved, and he subconsciously knocked on the floor beneath him, which was also made of wood.

Then he moved and found the wall and knocked on it. It was still made of wood.

A bad guess appeared in his mind:

What kind of house is this?

This is a big coffin!

A cold feeling wrapped around him, Wang Qilin took a breath and leaned against the wall, and then the wall swayed outward.

Seeing this, he immediately thought of the gate or movable wall mentioned by Mu Taihang.

He found this place by accident.

An urgent feeling emerged: he wanted to go out, he didn't want to stay alone in this dark, cold place.

But along with this mood there is also a strange feeling: there is something terrible outside, and I am afraid that if I go out, I will encounter some big disaster!

Feeling this feeling, Wang Qilin's heart skipped a beat: Mu Taihang had told him several premonitions...

I have a premonition that I am alone in this hut. I have a premonition that the hut is safe. I have a premonition that it will be dangerous if I go out...

Then his belief in escaping was shaken.

Wang Qilin reacted suddenly: No, this is not how he feels. He should not feel the same as Mu Taihang!

He must have been affected by something!

Thinking of this, he couldn't hold the root seal of King Ming with his hands, and recited the Vajrasattva mantra in his mouth. The spiritual energy that filled the world gradually poured into his body. Then he was surprised to find that the speed of practicing the Linzi mantra in the coffin was actually

Faster!

Weird!

As Linzi's mantra became more powerful, his determination became firm again:

"Open it for me!"

With a muffled roar, he raised his shoulders and hit the wall behind him!

Mu Taihang, a weakling, can hit the opening of the wall, so he has the strength of an ox within twenty years, so it will be easy to push open the wall.

Things went counterproductive!

The wall opened a crack the size of a palm, but it stopped and could not be opened no matter what!

There is light outside the crack, and several thick scarlet ropes can be seen appearing in the crack.

He knew that the red color on this thick rope was smeared with cinnabar and was specially used to bind the coffin to suppress the evil spirits inside!

While he was thinking, a face came up from the crack and looked in quietly:

Angry eyebrows, a face full of flesh, a little vajra hemorrhoids on his forehead, black hair on his head coiled up like a lotus...

Wang Qilin was shocked. He recognized this face:

This is the Dharma of Huiguang!

Huiguang is the head of the eight ambassadors of King Fudo Myoyo, and is known as the Holy King Fudo Myodo. He has the power to suppress evil and eliminate demons!

Because he has practiced the Mahamudra of Ashoka, he has specially studied the knowledge related to Ashoka Myyo. He has great respect for the eight great ambassadors of Ashoka Myyo: Wisdom, Wisdom, Aita, Zide, Ugupa, and Purity.

Jinkara and Zhajia are very familiar with the Dharma.

He still wanted to take a closer look at Hui Guang's face, but then everything suddenly became blurry...

When you open your eyes, you will see Xu Da's big face...

So big!

Seeing him wake up, Xu Da said: "Not long after you fell asleep, you started blinking your eyelids like a young man, and your lips were still moving, as if you were eating something. Then after a while, the Taoist priest found that someone was spying on the roof. Unfortunately,

You can’t catch it, it’s very vigilant and will disappear immediately at the slightest sign of trouble.”

"So, there's something wrong with this bed, right?"

"right."

"Then what did you eat in your dream? It seems to be very delicious." Xu Da expressed concern about this.

Wang Qilin gave him a habitual kick and said: "After I fell asleep, I was locked in a big coffin. I felt the same as the young man. What he pushed at the beginning was not the door or the wall, but the coffin lid. But he

It couldn't be pushed open because the coffin was wrapped with thick cinnabar ropes."

Xie Toad was startled: "The coffin is tied with cinnabar rope? There is a big evil spirit in the coffin!"

Wang Qilin said: "Yes, I also saw the person he mentioned outside. He is the boy Hui Guang Sheng Wu Dong Zun, the first of the eight envoys under King Fudo Myoto, but it should be one of his dharma bodies..."

"Huiguang?"

"right!"

Xie Toad said: "I understand, there must be a zombie imprisoned in this coffin at that time! Huiguang has great power to suppress zombies, and he was specially invited to guard and suppress zombies!"

Wang Qilin said: "But there are no zombies in the coffin. Where have the zombies gone?"

He pointed to the roof.

What I snooped on before was...

Xie Toad shook his head: "If there are zombies nearby, I can sense that what I spied on the roof before was probably one of Huiguang's dharma bodies. It should be that every time someone lies on this bed and enters the coffin that suppresses zombies in a dream, it will

They will all appear."

"It was looking for the zombie, but after visiting it, it found something was wrong. However, it was just a Dharmakaya and had no thinking ability, so it had to stay on the roof to secretly investigate."

This all makes sense, but why would you enter such a dream while lying on this bed?

Wang Qilin opened the quilt, revealing a purple and reddish-brown bed board underneath, which was incompatible with the main body of the bed frame.

Xie Toad touched it and sighed: "That's it!"

General Xu called Mu Xiaoniang and his son over. Seeing the purple-red bed board exposed, Mu Taihang was surprised: "Hey, when did my bed board become like this?"

Wang Qilin asked: "The bed board is new, right?"

Mu Xiaoniang murmured: "Reporting to your lord, it is indeed the case. It was changed about four or five days ago."

"Why didn't I know?" Mu Taihang asked.

Mu Xiaoniang said: "I don't know your temperament? You said you recognize the bed. If I let you know that the bed board has been changed, you will definitely say that you can't sleep."
To be continued...