I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 259
Mana poured out.

The enveloping darkness was swept away, and Bannei Tushanjun naturally saw the situation outside.

"Monk?"

"Heh, it's still a foundation-building realm."

Tu Shanjun chuckled lightly.

It was a stroke of luck that he could meet the Foundation Establishment cultivator in a mortal world like Huaifeng.

The one who was most surprised was Li San who had been guarding the soul flag for a long time.

When he lost his mind, he couldn't help murmuring: "Pick it up?"

Seeing the monk take away the soul banner, although Li San didn't covet the soul banner, he felt as if he had lost something, which was quite uncomfortable.

He has been waiting for the Taoist priest to arrive.

Sometimes Li San felt that he was not guarding the soul banner, he was just waiting, hoping to see the Taoist priest again.

Now that the soul banner has been taken away, even if the Taoist priest really shows up, he probably won't see him again.

I don't know what magic power is there, but the black-robed Taoist priest just gives people a feeling of trustworthiness.Li San felt that his strength was insufficient, but he also wanted to follow him.

"People have human nature, and demons have demon nature."

"Human nature is erratic and easily eroded."

"The Taoism used by the benefactor seems to be evil, but it contains mysterious methods. However, the external force comes from monsters. It is better not to use the skin, so that it will not be able to take it off in the future."

"Young monks don't have much treasure to give to benefactors. This Heart Sutra can keep your heart clear."

Juefa will take out a piece of talisman paper that records the formula from his sleeve robe, and reminds him: "The benefactor can often recite it."

"Grandmaster……"

Juefa, who was about to leave, stopped, and asked in a polite manner, "What else is there for the benefactor?"

Li San looked at Juefa, pondered and shook his head.

He had avenged his vengeance, and he didn't need to guard the soul banner any more, so it was almost time to leave.There are a lot of gossips in the city, staying here is worse than going out to see you.

I wanted to ask if I could go with him, but after thinking about it, Li San still didn't ask.

……

New rain in the empty mountains, lingering fog.

The mountain trails are getting more and more difficult to walk.

"Little monk, be polite." The passing monk saluted and stopped the woodcutter going down the mountain.

The woodcutter raised his head and looked at the monk suspiciously: "Master."

"Does the benefactor know where Yu Cheng Temple is?"

"Yu Chengsi? Probably..." The woodcutter seemed to be recalling, and his face gradually became pale: "Let's stay in the mountains."

The figure was blurred, and he passed the monk and walked down the mountain with uneven firewood on his back, and the distance gradually turned into a wisp of green smoke.

"Amitabha." The monk whispered the Buddha's name.

The remnant soul in the mountain had no memory, and what was left was just instinctive actions.Meeting each other by fate, the monk still recited the Qiduren Sutra tirelessly.

Tu Shanjun in the soul banner has long been used to it.

Since the self-aware monk got the honored soul banner, no soul has entered the banner, and all the ghosts he encountered have been saved by his Bodhisattva Sutra.

Whether there is a Western Paradise, Tu Shanjun doesn't know, but the reincarnation probably didn't escape.

Traveling to the deep mountains and old forests, there are more ghosts and ghosts on the road, and I feel that I am holding my hands together, one after another.

As soon as I looked up, evening came.

Stepping on the grass path and walking across the bluestone slabs, Juefa came to a temple.

"Yucheng Temple."

With lacquered red temple walls and slightly faded gates, it is hard to imagine such an ancient temple in such a deep mountain and old forest.

Juefa pushed open the temple door and walked in.

Twilight drums sounded.

"Where did the mage come from?" asked the monk in green robes.

"White Bone Temple, Juefa. Travel to the deep mountains and come to Guisi to stay for one night."

"White Bone Temple?"

The monk just felt strange, there are countless temples in this world, and the name "Bone Bone" not only does not have the solemn deterrence of the precious appearance, but also has a kind of chilly coolness. Is there really a temple with such a name?
"Mage, please come in."

Juefa followed the green-robed monk into the temple gate.

"Could it be that Temple of White Bone?"

The green-robed monk didn't know about bones, but Tu Shanjun knew a little.

There are many sects in Xiaohuangyu, but there are not many famous top ones, but there is the 'White Bone Temple' among them.

A monk whose cultivation base has reached the level of foundation establishment, and with such a name, should be quite similar.

Juefa followed the green-robed monk to the Daxiong Hall, where the monks of the monastery gather to chant sutras in the morning and evening.

"Master, stay here later." The green-robed monk led Juefa to the unoccupied futon, and immediately served a cup of tea on the low table in front of Juefa, then left Juefa, and went back on his own Put on the futon and meditate.

The sound of evening drums came again.

Only it sounded louder.

Juefa looked at the tea in front of him and whispered, "Amitabha."

Afterwards, he didn't bother the monk sitting cross-legged, but just recited the scriptures silently, and the blue-gray beads wrapped around his hands were turning between his fingers.

I don't know how long it took.

The sound of the drum seemed to have reached Juefa's ears, and Juefa looked up.

I saw a strange monk in green robes and cassocks bent over, his figure bowed into a huge arc, and he looked at him with sinister eyes.

"It's a good skin, much better than mine." The shady monk grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

Juefa didn't feel afraid, and after chanting the Buddha's name, he said calmly: "The flesh body is just a raft for crossing the river, it doesn't matter whether it looks good or bad."

"The mage doesn't like this skin, but I am very happy."

"Since the mage doesn't care, why don't you just let me eat it."

The shady monk spoke very easily and plainly, with a low tone, and finally raised his voice high, his blue eyes rolled and turned strangely.

It is estimated that this kind of thing has been done a lot, and I don't think there is anything wrong.

When the monk's voice fell, many monks chanting and meditating in the Daxiong Palace did not move their bodies, but turned their heads half a circle.Twist it to the back of the neck, staring straight at the final feeling of sitting down.

The Daxiong Palace no longer returned to its original grandeur, and the flames turned into faint green flames.

The shadows of the monks were stretched into elongated shapes, reflecting on the wall like a group of demons dancing wildly.

Even the outer layer of gold paint on the three Buddhas on the rosette turned mottled, revealing the dark blue and ferocious faces inside.

Seeing that the monk didn't answer, the green-robed monk opened his mouth and bit the monk's head.

"Amitabha."

Juefa lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, the white light of his body guard bloomed into a rosette, and the crystal barrier knocked the green-robed monk out.

Looking up again, he suddenly threw out the bluish-white Buddha beads in his hand.

The Buddha beads scattered in the wind, turning into a white rainbow and sweeping away.

The light shone everywhere, and all the monks sitting cross-legged disappeared, leaving only the green-robed ghost trapped by the Buddhist beads.

The green-robed ghost tore off the human skin, but couldn't get rid of the beads.

Jue Fa Vajra shouted, and pressed a handprint on the forehead of the green-robed ghost.

The green-robed ghost finally heard the scriptures that Jue Fa silently recited.

In fact, when Juefa stepped into the hall, the scriptures had already been recited.

It's just that the scriptures were all covered by the beating sound of the Qingpao ghost's heart, so they didn't notice it.Only now that the green-robed ghosts have been restricted, all the ghosts have been saved.

"For all sentient beings who have not been liberated, their nature and consciousness are uncertain. Evil habits end their karma, and good ones bear fruit. They do good and do evil, and they are born from place to place. The five realms of reincarnation, without rest, move through dusty kalpas, confusion and obstacles..."

The large and long scriptures were proclaimed from the mouth of the conscious law.

The fingerprints gradually subsided, and finally the palm was placed on the forehead of the green-robed ghost.

The exported scriptures are wrapped in white symbols on the body of the green-robed ghost.

Until the green-robed ghost clasped his palms together, his body melted away, turning into a black stone fruit the size of a child's fist with bumps, staying in Juefa's hands.

With the Qingpao ghost being saved, the majestic temple declined rapidly.

Only the ruins of the Daxiong Palace remained, and the Buddha statues were also broken into pieces and half buried in the ground.

Overgrown with weeds, mottled and decayed, it carries the smell of old forest soil.

What Juefa faced was not a low table at all, but a dilapidated stone stool, half a broken bowl filled with rainwater and dead wood and rotten leaves.

After moving the broken stool, he sat down against the wall, Juefa took out the soul banner, put it on it, and put the returned Buddhist beads around the soul banner, and then began to chant scriptures.

Tu Shanjun, who was reading a book, put down the letter in his hand, with a little helplessness on his face.

This monk has started again.

After getting the Zunhun Banner, not only did he not fill it with living souls and ghosts, but he used his Buddhist beads as a formation every day, chanting scriptures in order to save the dead souls and ghosts in the Zunhun Banner.

Counting it down, such days have lasted for half a month.

"Monk, I can't even undo the curse of the soul banner. Your chanting is just a waste of effort."

Juefa searched for the source of the sound in amazement, and let out his consciousness, except for the chirping of birds and beasts and the rustling of the wind forest, there was no other trace at all.

He could only turn his gaze back to the Honoring Soul Banner.

The soul banner turned into Zhang Xu, and a figure walked towards it stepping on the fog.

Monk Juefa looked at the visitor in surprise.

That person's face was clearly that of a ghost, but he carried a faintly terrifying divinity.

The blue face and the five outlooks are in harmony, the fangs have not been exposed, the red hair is tied up randomly by the hairpin, and the black Taoist robe can't cover the burly body.

At some point, his consciousness has shrunk, and the mana barrier that protects his body has risen.

However, in the face of this ghost, Juefa didn't feel that he had any chance of winning, so he simply withdrew all these unconscious defenses.

When he obtained the Soul Banner, he used his magic power to detect it. At that time, he had already realized the power of this magic weapon.

There are more than two thousand ghosts and ghosts in the soul banner, and there are all kinds of cultivation bases.

However, these are not important, when he saw so many Jindan masters, he finally understood the horror of this magic weapon.

Now the Grandmaster of the Golden Core stage actually walked out of the soul streamer and appeared in front of him alive.

At this moment, Juefa was desperate.

Things have completely gotten out of hand.

Suddenly, he remembered the Taoist in black robe that Li San had mentioned.

He looked at the black-robed evil spirit in front of him, and asked involuntarily, "Is the technique of the benefactor left by the senior?"

"Li San? It is indeed the spell that I inscribed for him."

Tu Shanjun gathered a low stool with his hand, shook the gourd on his waist, and pretended to drink heavily: "Would you like a drink?"

Juefa shook his head.

Tu Shanjun was just being polite.

After half a month of observation, he also had a rough idea of ​​what kind of person Juefa was.Be meticulous in doing things, keep the rules and regulations in mind and strictly abide by them, and will not exceed them at all.

How could such a monk drink alcohol.

Tu Shanjun didn't say much, Juefa didn't say anything, he took out the jade knife from his Nawu Talisman, and polished it against the pitted black stone in his hand.

A few knives down on the black stone fruit.

Like cracking a walnut, most of the outer layer of ashy flesh has been peeled off.

After a while, an irregular white and gray bead was peeled off.

(End of this chapter)