Journey to the West: The poor monk Bodhidharma, the supreme Buddhist and Taoist

Chapter 29 The blue-haired girl, Jiang Guo's ghost!
Gu Jian suddenly made a sound, which caught people off guard.

Even Su Tianxin and Zhiqiu Yiye on the shore were startled.

Along the way, Zhiqiu Yiye walked with a sword, which can be said to be inseparable.

But before this, such a strange thing has never been encountered.

"There's a ghost!"

Zhiqiu Yiye immediately took out a few talisman papers from his side, clasped his palms secretly, and stared at the water pool with all his attention.

As long as there is a slight situation, he will throw all the talisman papers out.

"Is this the sword that fell from the centipede's body?"

Su Tianxin looked from a distance, but she could see it clearly.

"As the holy monk said, it is not a general sword!"

But in her heart, she felt even more strange.

"Why does the aura emanating from this sword resemble that of Gan Jiang's sword?"

Su Tianxin immediately fell into deep thought.

Compared with the two, Bodhidharma had expected it, so he was very calm.

With a slight movement of his mind, he operated his Dharma Eye and examined the ancient sword.

Suddenly.

The world in the sword suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

Bloody, resentful.

It's like Shura's purgatory.

Thousands of unjust souls and evil spirits surged crazily in the endless darkness, their hands and feet twisted, and their faces were hideous.

That scene was extremely terrifying.

"Live...blood...a monk who smells so good!"

"I really want to take a bite!"

"Let me out! Let me out!"

In an instant, the world in the sword was filled with crying ghosts and howling wolves.

Countless resentful spirits suddenly became commotion.

Crowding and colliding with each other, they went crazy and tried their best, as if they wanted to break out of the ancient sword.

however.

A blue-haired girl in ragged clothes used her delicate body to firmly block the wraith.

"No! You can't go out!"

The blue-haired girl was covered in numbness, and her beautiful eyes showed deep horror and pain.

He was obviously terrified to the extreme, but he still had no hesitation.

"Monk, hurry up!"

At this time, countless ferocious resentful spirits rushed forward like a tide.

Like a wolf or a tiger, it kept biting the blue-haired girl's body.

Under the crazily biting of the resentful spirit, the originally tender and flawless skin was dripping with blood, and the bones could almost be seen.

But in the blink of an eye, the wound healed again.

Immediately afterwards, it was torn off again.

So again and again.

The severe pain eroded the girl's body and nerves.

I wanted to faint but couldn't, so I could only endure the endless torture alive.

Rao is so.

The girl still clenched her teeth, never retreating half a step.

"I beg you! I beg you, don't go out and hurt people again!"

The girl screamed with a crying voice.

Hearing the sound and seeing the situation, Bodhidharma couldn't help being moved.

With a delicate body, blocking the wraith spirit is only to prevent the wraith spirit from rushing out of the ancient sword and causing disaster to the world!
Such a fearless spirit of sacrificing one's life and forgetting oneself is rare in the world!

Although the girl herself is also a spirit body, trapped in the dark ancient sword, it is difficult to turn over life after life.

"Amitabha, good is good!"

Dharma lowered his eyebrows and clapped his hands together.

Immediately.

With a little bit of consciousness, you can directly enter the world of ancient swords.

The blue-haired girl endured the severe pain and was struggling to block the wraith.

Right now.

A large piece of bright golden light suddenly shines in front of my eyes.

Like the sun shining down.

Wherever it reached, the wraith seemed to be scorched by the flames, and instantly retreated, curled up in the darkness, like a wolf watching.

"what happened?"

The blue-haired girl froze for a moment.

After staying in the dark magic sword for nearly a thousand years, this is the first time she has seen such a dazzling light.

"This is how the same thing?"

Surprised and delighted, the girl looked around.

But I saw a young and handsome monk in white, holding a tin staff and a golden bowl, standing in front of her, looking at her with a smile.

The whole body of the white-clothed monk is bathed in the light of Wandao Tanjin Buddha.

The phantom of the sky dragon circles around to protect the dharma.

It's like the coming of the real Buddha!

Looking at the monk in white in a daze, the blue-haired girl suddenly felt a slight chill on her body.

It was only then that she remembered that she was a little disheveled.

"oops!"

The girl let out a cry, and hurriedly turned around, wrapping her arms around her chest.

A shy blush instantly surfaced on Yudi.

Even the roots of his ears were red.

"Amitabha!"

Dharma smiled slightly and twisted his fingers lightly.

The golden light condensed into a fairy dress with wide sleeves and flew towards the blue-haired girl.

The girl only felt a slight warmth on her body, and looked down, full of surprises.

"Wide-sleeved fairy dress?!"

A whoop of joy.

Immediately put on the dress and fasten it.

The figure is slim and slim, like a fairy descending to earth.

"Thank you holy monk!"

The girl then turned around and wished Bodhidharma a blessing.

"It's easy to do, no need to be polite!"

Bodhidharma returned the salute with palms together.

"Haven't you consulted the holy monk's dharma name yet?"

"Poor Monk Bodhidharma!"

"Dharma?"

The blue-haired girl murmured.

Looking at the girl up and down, Bodhidharma said softly, "Are you... Solanum nigrum?"

Hearing this, the blue-haired girl was startled.

Eyes wide open, looking at Bodhidharma in disbelief.

"You, how do you know my name?"

Solanum nigrum said in a trembling voice.

For thousands of years, the Demon Sword has changed hands several times, but no one has ever actively recognized her name.

No one has ever entered this world in the sword.

Even an immortal cultivator like Murong Ziying has never done it.

But the young monk in front of him did it easily!
Moreover, he even recognized her name!

Solanum nigrum opened her eyes wide, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she looked at Bodhidharma in surprise.

Damo didn't answer after all.

Turning his eyes, he glanced at the wraith curled up in the darkness.

As far as the eyes can see, the gods flicker, like the scorching sun, making those resentful spirits feel awed and frightened.

"Are they all Jiang Guo's souls?"

Dharma asked.

"Ok!"

Looking back at those wraiths, Solanum nigrum nodded slightly, his eyes dim.

At the end of the Spring and Autumn Period, Yang Guo attacked Jiang Guo.

In order to resist the invasion of the enemy, Long Yang, the prince of the Jiang Kingdom, opened the hand scroll of the ancestral magic sword privately, and summoned swordsmiths to forge the magic sword.

It's a pity that the gate of the country has been broken before the sword is forged.

Long Yang died immediately.

Solanum nigrum, the princess of the Jiang country, jumped into the sword-making furnace to avoid humiliation, and sacrificed the sword with the blood of a maiden.

Later, when Yang Guo cleaned up the battlefield, he threw all the dead soldiers of Jiang Guo into the sword casting furnace.

As a result, the magic sword absorbed a large amount of resentment from the souls of the dead, and it turned out to be natural!
The capital city of Jiang State, with a radius of hundreds of miles, turned into ruins at the moment when the magic sword was formed, and slaughtered the [-] enemy troops of Yang State.

Since then, the souls of Solanum nigrum and Jiang Guo soldiers have been trapped in the magic sword and never return.

The souls of those soldiers of the Jiang State, in the dark magic sword, can't get rid of their resentment.

Over time, it becomes a vicious ghost.

The magic sword has appeared in the world several times, and it has caused no small disasters.

At this time, Solanum nigrum continued: "They want to break through the restriction set by Murong Ziying, and then run out to harm people, so I have no choice but to block them...Actually, they are quite pitiful..."

"Murong Ziying?"

Dharma was slightly taken aback.

Isn't this the second hero in Paladin Four?

He knew that Murong Ziying was a disciple of Kunlun Qionghua Sect, who was good at forging swords, and had occasionally obtained a magic sword in the ruins of Buzhou Mountain.

Then he carried it around and tried to purify the magic sword...

Ok?
Wait a minute!
I remember that Zhiqiu Yiye said before that the real Ziyin once got the magic sword in the ruins of Buzhou Mountain...

Could it be that Murong Ziying and real Ziyin are the same person?

Bodhidharma thought for a while, then asked again: "Is Murong Ziying still alive in this world?"

"Ok!"

Solanum nigrum didn't hide anything.

"Murong Ziying has become a kind of earth immortal. A hundred years ago, he became the sword-wielding elder of Tianyong City after being separated from the head of Tianyong City. Ziyin is his dao name!"

"I see!"

Dharma nodded.

This trip to Nanbuzhou, if there is a destiny, maybe I can meet Murong Ziying, that is, the real Ziyin.

"So, maybe I can see Yun Tianhe and Liu Mengli again in the future!"

(End of this chapter)