Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

I see.

The pattern on the clock wall, below is the scene of endless ghost fire burning evil spirits.

Above the head of the evil spirit, there is a pattern of a white bone and skeleton sitting cross-legged with palms folded.

That skeleton is none other than the Bone Evil Spirit!

It's just that at this moment, although her guy still looks ghostly and extremely evil.

The bones and sticks of the whole body are different from the pale white color of the past, but as clean as jade, a little more holy.

Tang Sanzan narrowed his eyes slightly, with a smile on his mouth: "Interesting! It's really interesting!"

"There are bone spirits in Journey to the West, maybe a future bone Buddha will be born in this ghost clock of mine?"

"Absorbed onto the clock wall by the Nether Clock and turned into a pattern, the bone evil spirit can be used by oneself!"

"As expected of an absolutely authentic Buddhist supernatural power, controlling ghosts and gods and driving evil spirits, this is very Buddhist."

After muttering a few words, Tang San buried his mind.

The Nether Bell turned into a golden bell illuminated by Buddha's light in an instant.

On the bell wall of the golden bell, the pattern also changed slightly.

Under the seat of the Faceless Buddha, there was a pious believer, who seemed to be a woman, wearing a bright red robe, with a delicate face and a graceful figure...

Flick the bell body with your fingertips.

when! ! !

The sound of the bell spread, and the consciousness that was left on the ground with nothing but bones and a piece of minced meat instantly turned into ashes and disappeared.

Here it is.

Tang Sanzun smoothed the fiery red feathers on Da Hong's shoulder, and planned to leave.

In this barren mountain and wild ridge, the night is quiet.

It's not as interesting as the neon lights of Yunshan City in the distance.

As a disciple of the Shasheng Buddha lineage with noble sentiments, Tang Sanzan is obviously more interested in the bustling and bustling city.

This world is far more interesting than the world before time travel!

ear.

The familiar system beep sounded a little late.

just.

The look of anticipation in Tang Sanzan's eyes gradually became warmer!

This makes the task of autonomous action, I don't know, what kind of gains will it bring to me?

……

Chapter 10 The Killing Knife, Dajue Buddhist Temple

【Ding! 】

[The host completed the task of autonomous action, evaluation: perfect (Note: Mercy is reserved for good people, evil souls should fall into the endless hell forever, good and evil are not constant, the host prefers to decide for himself)! 】

[Distribution of rewards: Thirty years of Taoism (everything remains the same, Taoism is the foundation of all spells)]

[Special reward: Killing Jie Dao (growth weapon, the host can explore by himself)]

The sound of the system comes and goes even faster.

After a few short and concise words, Tang Sanzan felt the changes in his body.

And... the ridiculously long Jie Dao in his hand!

"I can understand 30 years of Taoism. This is the foundation of all practitioners. The deeper the Taoism, the farther you can go in the future."

"But... this f*ck is really Jiedao?!"

The corners of Tang Sanzan's eyes twitched slightly, and he complained speechlessly.

By moonlight.

He looked at the thick and domineering Jie Dao in his hand.

Nearly two meters long, the blade is broad and thick, and the blade is white.

The shape is similar to the ancient beheading sword, and nine golden rings engraved with Buddhist script runes are buckled on the spine of the knife.

The handle of the knife is pure gold, engraved with patterns of ferocious ghosts.

There is an eight-faced Buddha head at the end of the knife, each with a completely different expression.

Crying face, smiling face, crying but not crying, smiling but not smiling, compassionate, ferocious and evil...

"I'm afraid it's not just a butcher's knife, but it's worthy of the word 'killing'."

"It seems, Master Buddha, I seem to be on a strange road, going further and further away?"

Tang Sanzan grinned.

Although the Killing Jie Knife looks strange in shape, it shows the domineering arrogance of a weapon like a knife to the fullest!

Woo!

Holding it in his hand, he slashed out casually.

That astonishing heaviness was nothing to Tang Sanzan.

The sound of breaking wind was dull and long.

The crisp sound of collision between the nine golden rings and the blade echoed in the night sky.

I saw that a towering tree that could only be hugged by a few people, tens of meters away, fell to the ground with a click!

"hiss!"

Tang Sanzan took a breath and was stunned!

He just waved it casually to test the feel of his hand.

But he never thought that the killing knife is so terrifyingly powerful, and a single blow can arouse an astonishingly powerful blade light.

Tang Sanzan narrowed his eyes slightly, secretly speculating in his heart.

He has 30 years of Taoism now, if he is blessed with all his strength, he will cut it out with a single blow.

How terrifying would that be?

Shaking his head, he temporarily put away that terrible thought.

Tang Sanzan threw Jiedao towards the sky, muttering: "Small! Small! Small!"

The nearly two-meter-long Killing Knife instantly reduced to the size of a toothpick through changes visible to the naked eye.

It's just that the weight didn't change at all, and it fell steadily into Tang Sanzan's palm.

The Killing Precept Knife can change in size according to the owner's mind. From the time he got this weapon, he already knew how to use it.

"It's a pity that there is no way to take mustard seeds in a short while, otherwise there would be no such trouble."

Reluctantly, he tore off a strip of cloth from the plain monk robe, and twisted it.

After tying the shrunken Killing Knife and hanging it on his chest.

Tang Sanzan looked back at the ruins of the peaceful and peaceful village where there was little smoke from the kitchen.

At this moment, there is only a lonely thatched hut left, and I don't know how the woman in that hut survived for so long.

but.

He didn't bother to delve into it, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with that crazy old man's fate.

Slightly exert force on the feet.

A figure in plain monk robes, with a big rooster standing on his shoulder.

In the woods under the moon, quietly leave.

......

Yunshan City, the western urban area.

This area, even in the middle of the night when the moon is high.

But it is still brightly lit, and the Buddha's light shines everywhere.

The three ancient temples in Yunshan City, Dajue Temple, Yinyang Temple, and King Kong Temple are all located in the western urban area.

It is the most prosperous area of ​​Buddhism in Yunshan City!

One of the three ancient temples, deep in Dajue Temple.

In the antique Zen room.

A child who looked no more than eight or nine years old, with a shiny head, sat cross-legged on the futon.

Facing the Buddha statue, there was an indifference and coldness on his face that shouldn't belong to this age!

"That guy... actually died, although to me, his existence is no different from shame."

"But... after all, there is a trace of blood karma..."

The child-sized Buddhist disciple muttered to himself.

There was a cold and indifferent expression on the face that should be innocent and innocent.

In front of him, a extinguished soul lamp emitted a few wisps of blue smoke and dissipated into the air.

finally.

The Buddha boy closed his eyes, knocked on the wooden fish, and recited inexplicable scriptures in his mouth.

It caused gusts of gloomy wind, but it subsided quickly.

After a while.

"Killing people and destroying souls is a good way. The poor monk has learned."

In the child's voice, with a sense of icy coldness, Fotong opened his eyes, and the pupils were full of murderous intent!

The Buddha's light filled the air, and the Buddha boy showed a sly smile towards the compassionate Buddha statue made of pure gold.

"Amitabha."

After the Buddha's name, in the meditation room, the figure of the Buddha boy disappeared quietly.

The main hall of Dajue Temple.

At the entrance, there are tall and magnificent statues of Bodhisattva Vajra and the like, surrounding them.

In the center, the golden body of the Buddha Sakyamuni is at the top, with a seal and a smile, showing compassion.

The Buddha sits down.

On the three futons, there are three old monks sitting respectively, wearing cassocks, with benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes.

On both sides of the aisle, there are many Buddhist disciples sitting cross-legged, clasping their hands, nodding their heads and closing their eyes, reciting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

"Brother Jue Chan, is it wrong to just let Buddha Boy do things like this?"

On the futon on the left, the old monk Jueyi couldn't help but ask the host Juechan.

"Buddha was born in a young age. Although he was born with a Buddha's mind and profound Dharma, it is inevitable that his mind is lacking. The poor monk is worried..."

On the futon on the right, Jue Nian looked worried, also not at ease.

"One drink and one peck are all determined by God. Awareness is the cause, and there should be a result."

"This time the cause and effect are settled, and the Buddha boy can go further. This time, the position of the Buddha child should fall into our Dajue Temple!"

Jue Chan closed his eyes and said calmly.

heard.

In the cloudy eyes of Jue Nian and Jue Yi, there is a flash of light!

A smile appeared on the old face, and he looked more and more kind and compassionate.