chewing dragon

Chapter 46
Qi Jingzhi was full of thoughts, but there was no abnormality on his face. In the eyes of all the ghosts and gods, he just remained silent for a moment.

He looked at the old Chenghuang Yu, with a frank and sincere smile: "Just now, this junior was thinking that if he stood below and saw that the judge was actually his own teacher, I'm afraid he would also look forward to some care!"

"It's a pity that my master has always been upright and pure in heart. If I hadn't encountered a mysterious incident a while ago, I'm afraid I would never know the identity of the teacher in the underworld until I die, and I dare not expect him to bend the law for personal gain. Be open."

Hearing this, Master Meng naturally smiled and felt relieved, but Old City God Yu snorted lightly: "You don't need to make amends for him. If you don't cultivate your heart, you won't be able to get home. No matter how you try to hide it, it's useless. The blind one is useless." Demons also covet Linglong Heart."

After that, he waved his hand: "Take the second one."

Bai Dutou immediately gave orders loudly, and Master Meng introduced to the ghosts and gods in the hall: "This second one is a bit special. He was originally a monk from Fuya Temple, but he turned into a tiger and cannibalized many people. Dong Mao was seriously injured, and today he was killed by my student in Xiaosong Mountain, leaving only a little ghost."

"Fuya Temple?"

Immediately, there were ghosts and gods in the hall who were surprised and said, "Fuya Temple, which is known as the first Zen forest in Daqi?"

Qi Jingzhi followed the sound and saw that the person who was speaking was the head of the picket department who was sitting under Master Meng. Ferocious and ugly.

"The ghosts and gods of the underworld are all sealed after the death of the living. This master has such a description, is it a change in supernatural powers, or is he wearing the so-called ghost mask?" Qi Jingzhi thought secretly.

Master Meng glanced at this colleague, nodded in affirmation, and said, "It is the Fuya Temple, which is the head of the Zen School of the Great Qi, on the East Xiuling Ridge outside the capital city, in the Shiweng Valley."

The look of surprise on the face of the head of the picket department became even stronger: "Fuya Temple is a practice portal with true teachings. The disciples in the temple died, and their spirituality has its own home. Why did they come to us?"

While he was talking, another errant holding a chain walked into the palace gate.

The clear light on the "Mirror Hanging High" plaque shone for a long time before a burly figure was finally outlined on the other end of the chain.

There was a slight commotion in the hall immediately, because the figure was not a human, but a ferocious tiger.

This fierce tiger is not as solid as Shen Ruhai's before it was alive, but illusory and broken, almost transparent, obviously spiritually weak, like a candle in the wind.

What was particularly horrifying was that the tiger's shriveled stomach was densely packed with blood-red figures.

The blood shadows were twisted and intertwined, and it was difficult to distinguish each other. A dozen lifelike human faces floated, rolled, and disappeared.

These faces were crying or smiling, with different expressions, far more vivid and vivid than the blurred shadows on Shen Ruhai's body.

It's just that it's different from Shen Ruhai's treatment, the blood shadows in the tiger's belly are very peaceful, and there is no sign of retaliation.

"This……"

The head of the picket department's eyes widened even further, almost bursting out: "Didn't you say that the one who died was a monk from Fuya Temple?"

Master Mencius nodded, and replied: "It was indeed a monk at first, but before it died, it had completely become a tiger spirit from the inside to the outside. It is not even a human being. The Buddhist Pure Land to which the lineage of Fuya Temple belongs , of course I can’t go back.”

The head of the picket department suddenly said: "Then it is a demon spirit without a master? It is also in accordance with the rules."

On the other side, the red-faced and bearded Chief of the Quick Reporting Department looked and looked at the tiger elf, and finally couldn't help but said, "What kind of sorcery is this? Although Zen disciples like to play tricks of taming tigers to attract believers , but I have never heard of any monk who gave up a good human body and became an animal instead."

Qi Jingzhi heard clearly from the sidelines that although the two principals of the quick report and the picket were both ghosts and gods under the seat of the county town god, their attitudes towards Buddhism and Zen were obviously different in their words.

The next moment, the tiger spirit and demon spirit took the initiative to speak: "You all are honorable, the little monk can still sense the power of receiving the spirit stele in the temple at this moment, so it can be seen that he has not been expelled from the sect. It's not impossible for the little monk not to go back, but I don’t want to. It’s just because the little monk still has obsessions in his heart, so he has the audacity to harass the door, deceive and offend, and I hope all the gods will be forgiven!”

After all, it took the initiative to bend down and touch its forehead to the ground to show its respect.

Seeing this, all the ghosts and gods in the temple looked at Meng Fuzi in unison, with different expressions and playful eyes.

Master Meng's complexion has become extremely ugly. Earlier, he had preconceived the idea that this tiger spirit had committed such a heinous crime, and that he had completely turned into a demon spirit. He must not be tolerated by the teacher, and he was determined to serve the people of the county who died at the tiger's mouth. To avenge his grievances and take down the remnant spirits that floated to the underworld without thinking.

He never expected that this fellow has committed so many crimes that even his spirituality has turned into a monster, and he is still regarded as a disciple by the Lingling Monument of Fuya Temple.I didn't notice it for a while, but I was in a hurry to pick up a hot potato for my lord, and if it was spread in the future, the entire Yin Division of Songling County would become a laughing stock!
Thinking of this, the anger in Meng Fuzi's chest couldn't stop rising, and he was about to explode on the spot, but suddenly remembered the beating words from the boss just now, and his whole body seemed to be poured with cold water.

He was stunned for a while, his eyes finally cleared up, he shook his head and smiled wryly: "So the old man already knew about it! The exquisite heart in my chest really grew for nothing!"

"It's not too late to wake up now! Do you really think it's easy to step on yin and yang and understand human ghosts at the same time?"

Old Chenghuang Yu nodded indifferently and stopped talking to him, and turned to look at the tiger spirit who was still lying on the ground, with a bit of austerity in his tone: "Your realm is so low, you have one foot. Even if you stay outside the door of practice, you dare to fool Yinsi like this, do you really think that this official will not deal with you?"

"You have created a huge killing industry in this county, and the true spirit is in the shape of a demon tiger. Even if you are protected by the spiritual stele sent by the master, and the underworld prison is not easy to take into custody, I can hand you over to the Zhenmoyuan. The legendary bottomless dry well, if you want to come to Fuya Temple, the eminent monks and great virtues have nothing to say!"

"Young monk, don't dare to be so arrogant! I know that I have committed too many crimes. I have no face to see my teacher again, and I dare not ask for forgiveness."

The tiger spirit raised his head slowly, and said slowly: "The only obsession in my little monk's heart is to go into the well of subduing demons to atone for his sins, so that he can die in tiger form. However, the little monk's spirit can't escape from the underworld. If you can brazenly come to the door and disturb the underworld, I hope the gods will do it!"

As soon as it uttered these words, the hall became silent again, from the top to the city god, down to the yin guards, everyone showed a look of surprise.

Old Chenghuang Yu closed his eyes slightly, and he was silent for a while before he spoke again: "Since you were born in Fuya Temple, you can still call the name of the well, you should know what kind of place it is inside, right?"

The tiger spirit nodded immediately: "The monks don't tell lies, and the monk probably knows more than the people in this temple. But as long as you can keep the tiger shape, no matter where you are!"

Old Chenghuang Yu was under the contempt of the other party, and his face was not sullen, but a little inconceivable: "The Fumo Well has never entered but not exited, and even the Yellow Springs cannot be connected. Once entered, no matter whether it is the pure land of the Buddha, or reincarnated in the next life, It all came to naught, just to keep such a beast body?"

(End of this chapter)