The old abbot frowned, with some displeasure on his face. After all, this matter was their own internal matter. How did outsiders Shen Wanshan and Long Yun hear about it?

But even if he was unhappy and didn't want to talk about it, now that people have asked about it, he had no choice but to talk about it. The old abbot sighed softly, sat on the ground and talked to these people about the matter.

Twenty years ago, the old abbot had just become a monk and came to this temple to work as a young monk boiling water and chopping firewood. The abbot of the temple gave him a Buddhist name, Huijue.

At that time, there was not much development in Nanzhou, and there were no mobile phones, TVs or computers. The only things these monks could do to pass the time were morning and evening classes and meditation.

Huijue was just a disciple who had just entered Buddhism, so naturally it was not his turn to do this. Huijue could only listen to it for a while in the yard every day, and then recite sutras for a while while fetching water and chopping firewood.

On this day, Hui Jue was meditating and chanting in the woodshed when he heard a pot explode outside. Hui Jue knew something was wrong, so he ran to the door, opened it a crack and looked outside, only to see a man in black clothes. He broke into the temple and started killing people in the courtyard. Most of his brothers died under his sword.

Although Huijue was very angry, he didn't go out. He knew that the few kilograms he had only went out to deliver food, so he could only huddle in the room and watch the situation outside.

The man in black outside was furious, and the samurai sword in his hand was dancing up and down with a cold light. None of the monks could last more than two rounds under his command.

Just when he had just killed a monk, a stick flew straight towards him. The man was not afraid and struck the stick with his blade. The stick split into two halves. Before the man in black could do anything, In reaction, there was a shadow on the ground. Moro looked up and saw an old monk in his seventies or eighties standing above his head. He stretched out a palm and pointed it directly at the top of his head. Moro secretly said something bad. , just as he was about to run away, he felt a terrifying pressure between heaven and earth, and then Moro's legs could no longer support him, so he knelt down, then lay on the ground, motionless.

If you look up from a high place, you will find that Moro's body is in the middle of a palm print. Naturally, this palm print was made by the old monk above, the abbot of this temple. Huijue watched from inside the room, happily He jumped up, but he didn't go out. He always felt that the matter was not over.

The old abbot slowly fell from the sky, walked up to the man in black, and chanted a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha."

"Young man has done something bad. You have to come to pollute this pure place. Let me, the monk, send you down. Repent well. I hope you won't make the same mistake again." The old abbot said. He bent down and reached out to pat the back of the man in black's head, but his hand was still a few inches away from the back of the man in black's head when it was grabbed tightly by another hand. The old abbot was shocked.

"Hey, old bald donkey, you didn't expect it. Grandpa, I have lived for more than eighty years. After all, you still call me brother. How could I, the brother, be killed by you? I deserve to die. It's you who's in hell!" As soon as he finished speaking, a black thread slowly went up from the old abbot's arm and went straight to his heart. No matter how the old abbot tried to get rid of it, no matter how lucky he was, the man in black couldn't get rid of it. This black thread could not be shaken off. The line just won't disappear.

"Old monk, remember to go down and say hello to the King of Hell. Oh, by the way, my name is Moro." After Moro finished speaking, the black line just reached the old abbot's heart. The old abbot stared at Moro with wide eyes.

He kept vomiting blood and fell to the ground after a while.

When Moro saw the death of the old abbot, he laughed loudly, stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and entered the hall.

In less than ten minutes, Namoluo walked out, holding a baggage in his hand, a cloth made of yellow silk. Judging from its appearance, it didn't look like a precious relic, but rather like a book, but this book

The book is quite thin.

Moro looked around and was about to leave when a voice came from the sky: "Put your things down and I'll let you go."

Moro trembled, seemingly a little afraid of the owner of the voice: "I have left you, why do you still follow me and care about me? Why!"

"I don't want to take care of you, but what you have in your hands makes me have to take care of you. Also, you beat the abbot of this temple to death because you can't get along with me. Don't you know that this abbot has something to do with me?

Suddenly thunder rumbled in the sky, and Moro had no choice but to say: "Okay, okay, I'll go and I'll give you something."

"Well" the voice in the sky didn't contain a trace of emotion.

Moro threw the bundle aside, glanced at the sky a few times, and walked towards the door. With every step he took, his body became lighter. Before he reached the door, the person was already gone.

When Huijue saw that Moro was gone, he ran out quickly and cried bitterly while holding the old abbot's body.

Huijue's eyes were dim with tears when he saw a man with white clothes and white hair appearing in front of him. He was as white as a clear lotus that had just emerged from the mud, and seemed not to be covered by a trace of dust in the world.

"Okay, if you cry again, you will die. I'll give this to you." The man threw a yellow silk bundle over. Hui Jue snatched it from the man's hand, wiped his tears, and wanted to take a look.

What's inside? It's got all my senior brothers and master inside.

"Don't open it. I think you are not young anymore. From now on, you will be the abbot here. The thing inside is called the Mountain and Sea Map. Someone will come to you to get it in the future. Just give it to him then." The man said.

After finishing, he turned around and disappeared.

Huijue put the things close to him and went out to report to the official. All the dead bodies and injured people were sent to the hospital, while the old abbot was left behind and prepared to choose a good day for cremation. The interrogation was naturally inevitable, and Huijue told the truth. Of course,

Naturally, the part about the thunder and the man in white was omitted. He knew that relying on the government, this case could be investigated for a long time, so he didn't put much hope in it.

After returning, Huijue cremated the old abbot, and the cremated relics were naturally enshrined in the pagoda, and Huijue naturally became the abbot, and he has been living peacefully until now.

Just a few days ago, a group of people came to the temple and wanted to burn incense and worship Buddha. Because they heard that the Buddha here was very efficacious, Abbot Huijue naturally agreed to the request and asked them to pay the money for incense first and then go in to worship Buddha. After these people entered

, Abbot Huijue ordered the two young monks to close the door of the temple and let them calm down inside.

But who knew that something big would happen as soon as the door was closed. After half an hour, Huijue still didn't come out. Huijue got anxious and asked someone to open the door of the palace. He saw all these people lying on the ground, lying quite neatly.

But when Hui Jue took another look, he saw something was wrong. There was no one on one of the futons. When the futons were put out just now, they were placed according to the number of people, which meant that one person was missing.

When Abbot Huijue was anxious, a monk from outside ran in and whispered to him that the Mountains and Seas Map had been stolen. The two guarding monks were also seriously injured. This was not bad. Huijue hurriedly asked someone to When I went to report to the official, I went to the small hall where the maps of mountains and seas were kept. When I walked into the hall, as expected, there was nothing on the shelf, and the hall was in chaos. It was obvious from a glance that a fierce fight had taken place. .

Huijue knew it was too late now, so he had no choice but to sigh deeply, say let it go, and return to the meditation room.

"Oh, it's just fate. It's my fault that I failed to protect the mountain and sea map. How will I explain it to my master after I go down?" The old abbot shook his hands, with a look of helplessness on his face.

"Old abbot, don't be like this. Since we are here, we must get this mountain and sea map back. Maybe the owner of this mountain and sea map is us?" Shen Wanshan comforted him. He was afraid that if Hui Jue continued like this, he would It is detrimental to the entire case.

"Oh, okay, I'll lend you some good words. But this time, what's more important than the map of mountains and seas are those 34 people who don't know whether to live or die, 34 human lives. Buddha is so merciful." Huijue clasped his hands together and bowed to the west. Three prayers.

"Calculate the time, it should be here." Shen Wanshan raised his hand to look at his watch, and tapped the dial a few times with his fingers.

"Is that one?" Mr. Long asked, pointing to a car that was driving fast in the distance. Shen Wanshan looked at it, nodded, and smiled: "This kid, damn, he always pinches it. Couldn't you have come back earlier?" Shen Wanshan got out of the crowd, stood in the middle of the road, and watched the car rushing towards him. Mr. Long looked at it without passing by: "I really don't mind the fuss."

As soon as the car arrived in front of Shen Wanshan, the car stopped with a "squeak" and stopped steadily only three inches away from Shen Wanshan. Shen Wanshan blinked: "Boy, you've had enough fun. Come on, get out of the car, I didn’t come here to ask you to race. If you want to race, go and have fun."

"I know, old man." A young man in his twenties got out of the car. He was only wearing a Tang suit, which seemed somewhat inconsistent with his age. What's more, he was carrying an embroidered The yellow cloth bag of Qiankun Bagua made him look even more old-fashioned. Shen Wanshan looked at him and didn't know what to say. When the monks saw the young man, they all burst into laughter.

The young man didn't take them seriously and ran up to Shen Wanshan: "Hey, old man, what happened to you now? Do you think of me?"

"Good things will definitely not happen to you. This time it's a bit tricky. I need you to help me. Is that okay with you?"

"Hehe, no problem, no problem, nothing is a problem. At most, it's just someone possessed. Let me go in and have a look." The young man said, turned around and entered the pile of monks. After a while, he entered. Inside the yard.

After entering the yard, the young man frowned and said, "Hey, the smell in this yard is quite strange. Who is the cleaning staff? Come and clean it up. This smells worse than that elephant hall."

"How about you watch it later and come out to chat first." Shen Wanshan laughed and said, he had already guessed that the young man would say this.

"No, it's a waste of time." After saying this, there was no sound inside. Shen Wanshan was afraid that something would happen, so he went into the temple to see the situation and saw that the young man had already unloaded the yellow cloth bag and took it out. He took a few silver needles and pricked one of them. Shen Wanshan squinted and looked at it for a while: "Thirteen needles of the ghost gate?"

"The old man knows a lot, but he's not Thirteen." As he spoke, another silver needle was inserted into the man's body. As soon as the needle went in, a wailing sound was heard, and then the man's body trembled. , he sat up and started spitting out black water.

"Okay, we probably know what it is." The young man clapped his hands and stood up.

"Got it?" Shen Wanshan didn't expect to cure someone so easily.

"Well, the ones enshrined in the temple, how should I say, most of them belong to the Yin gods, so it's nothing to do originally, but if you meet those people with calculated intentions, something will happen. In fact, what I was thinking of at the beginning was that in this temple The induction, but the time was not enough, so this aspect was naturally ruled out. In addition, one person was missing, and naturally it was known that the person used the power of the Yin God to make these people possessed by the evil spirit. That's all. The explanation is complete. .”

"I'll go, you kid knows a lot." Shen Wanshan was convinced.

"Well, sometimes it's not a good thing to know too much. I really don't want to take on this matter, and the master has given instructions, but the matter is over, let me have some fun." The young man shook his head and picked up the yellow cloth bag. Inside, he took out another bottle of prepared cinnabar ink.

Shen Wanshan frowned: "What are you going to do?"

"Old man, don't worry. This is just a simple method to drive away ghosts, but you may need it later." The young man put his other hand into the yellow cloth bag and took out a bundle of quilts. The small flag wrapped with yellow cloth came. As soon as Shen Wanshan saw the small flag, he immediately understood what the young man wanted to do.

"What do you want me to do?" Shen Wanshan squinted at the thing in the young man's hand, and couldn't help but be curious about how many abilities this kid had yet to show.

"It's very simple. You just need to find me a peach wood stick. A sturdy one with half the length of your height is enough. A shorter one is also fine." The young man counted the flags and after confirming that there were none missing, he took the flags. The flag and the box of cinnabar ink were walking around the temple, as if they were looking for a place.

Shen Wanshan didn't stay long, for fear of affecting the young people, he quietly withdrew and asked the old abbot Huijue where there were peach trees. The old abbot couldn't tell clearly for a while, so he took Shen Wanshan to where there were peach trees. tree place.

When the two people hurried back to the temple, they were stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.

The guy in Shen Wanshan's mouth found a relatively large open space in the temple, drew a huge pattern with cinnabar ink, and placed small flags at regular intervals, a total of sixty-six and thirty-six small flags. The flag poles were more or less tied with red ropes, and the ropes connected the thirty-six flags. The flags fluttered in the wind and rustled. Standing at the door, Shen Wanshan felt the aura and It was different before.

"It's not easy for you to be back, but I just finished getting these things, so I don't have to worry anymore." The young man shouted from the center of the pattern, "By the way, give me the peach wood stick, and let someone put those things away." People carried it over and placed one next to each flag, with their heads facing the center of the formation."

"Oh, I got it." Shen Wanshan responded loudly, turning his head and letting Abbot Huijue direct the monks to start carrying the evil patients.

Everyone gathered firewood and the flames were high. In less than a moment, all the thirty or so people were put away. The young man took the peach wood and invited everyone away. He stood in the formation and muttered something while holding his hands on the peach wood. I kept drawing and painting without knowing what I was doing.

For about five minutes, the young man stopped what he was doing and began to walk around in the array, muttering something as he walked. The circle he walked was very small at first, and the circle became larger as he walked. The circle got bigger and bigger as they walked, and finally they reached the outermost circle. Every time they came close to a person's head, the peach wood stick would tap on that person's forehead a few times, making him weak, but that person had a look on his face. After the young man walked in this way for three times, the thirty or so people shouted at the same time, and streams of black air burst out from their mouths and condensed in the air.

"How dare you be so presumptuous and dare to harm people's lives? Heaven will not tolerate you." The young man tiptoed to the ground and suddenly landed in mid-air, and stopped firmly in the air.

"Watch the beating." The young man swung the peach wood stick and started to hit the black gas. The black gas was crying and howling, but the young man ignored it and continued to beat, watching the black gas become more and more colorful. Faint, and finally disappear.

"Huh!" The young man fell steadily from the air to the ground, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and let out a long breath.

"You did a good job." Shen Wanshan saw that the young man had finished his work, and then he dared to walk up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and praised him a few words.

"Hey, it's a small matter. These people are basically healed. Just send them to the hospital to recuperate. It's just that this time they were possessed by evil spirits, which caused some damage to their bodies. They may leave varying degrees of injuries. This is inevitable. , inevitable." The young man scratched his head and said jokingly.

"I know that, but it will be fine as long as the person is fine. It is better than being unconscious here." Shen Wanshan turned around, dialed the hospital's phone number, called an ambulance, and sent more than 30 people to the hospital.

The person was saved, but the matter was not resolved. As luck would have it, the young novice monk who had just gone out to buy red cedar incense ran back panting with a big bag wrapped in it. It turned out that he had just visited almost all the incense supplies stores nearby. , bought all the red cedar fragrance, which made the shop owner suspicious: "What does this kid want to do with so much?"

"We're here just in time. Clean this place up. Don't move this array for five years. After cleaning up, put all the red cedar incense in all the places in the temple where incense can be placed." The young man explained. , turned around and left.
Chapter completed!