Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 142 Purple Lotus
Mo Chuan was startled by Zhao Jincao's begging for mercy in a panic.

Before he could think carefully, he heard an angry reprimand:

"Hey! Lowly students, how dare you slander my Buddha?"

Before the sound fell, a grey-clothed warrior monk holding a hook and sickle jumped out of the forest beside the road, his face was full of anger, like a vajra glaring at him.

Finished!

Seeing this, Zhao Jincao's face turned pale, and he suddenly looked at Mo Chuan and shouted:

"Daoist You Chong, save me! My father-in-law is a lecturer of the Imperial Academy, and he has peaches and plums all over the world. If you save me and return to Beijing, the Jianguanli Sect will be around the corner in the future, and even the Daolu Division can enter!"

"Sinister! Beg for a fight!"

The grey-clothed monk became furious when he heard the words, and with a flick of his hook and sickle, he wanted to kill Zhao Jincao.

"Wait a minute!"

Mo Chuan asked.

After all, what is a red-clothed ghost compared to the court tax?
Zhao Jincao died, and there was no proof of his death, so it was written off.

The bronze Buddha bell fell into the ground, covering both Mo Chuan and the woman in red.The counter-rotating seal rising slowly from the earth, like a plug like a seal, sealed the mouth of the bell.

After glancing at Mo Chuan, he uttered a Buddha's name to the stiff Zhao Jincao:

"Msister, this concubine is a rough person, she doesn't understand Jianghu and temples, and she doesn't want to know about it. I just want to know, why didn't you kill me when Mrs. Liu ordered you to witness my humiliation with your own eyes?"

"Since this is the case, why are mages fighting again? Could it be that they want to refine the red-clothed ghost into a magic weapon?"

I saw that the eminent monk of Huitong Temple had already completed the Nirvana Silence Suppressing Magic Seal.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan yelled and asked, at the same time, he got up and rushed away.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan immediately summoned Yu Yi to use the sun to cover up and "save" the woman in red.

Just at the right time, several eminent monks from Huitong Temple recited scriptures and cast magic seals on their hands. From all directions, the Buddha's light of purifying karma and obstacles came from all directions, and completely blocked the carriage, leaving the woman in red nowhere to escape.

So why protect him for more than ten years, just to lure out the red-clothed ghost?
Faced with Abbot Huitong's rebuttal, Zhao Jincao became anxious. He turned his head to look at the woman in red who was bleeding from seven orifices, and said with a mournful face:
"Yingying, Yingying! Don't listen to him, don't kill me, it's really none of my business, I, I was also kept in the dark."

"But at that time? A hairpin can end the life of a concubine. I begged you so hard, why did you turn a blind eye?"

Following the prestige, I saw Abbot Huitong, leading several eminent monks from the Zen temple, walking slowly.

A stern shout came from the forest to stop the monk's actions.

The sound fell, the Buddha's light billowed, and it rose brightly.

Of the four ghosts of Taoism, headless is the worst, and red clothes are the worst.

Even death is a great gift.

In an instant, the bronze Buddha bell, as heavy as a thousand jun, fell from the sky.

The eminent monks of Huitong Temple did not dare to slack off. They sat cross-legged around and held the precepts for a long time, but there was no abnormality, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It is as big as a pavilion, covering the sky and the sun.

"You dare!"

The noisy world suddenly quieted down.

"You blind monk and fool, why are you so incomprehensible? Benefactor Zhao slanders and slanders, you kill and kill at will, won't it make Huitong Temple hard to argue?"

"No no no——Yingying, Yingying, it looks like we're husband and wife for a day..."

Unexpectedly, a Buddha's light rose into the sky.

In an instant, light died and darkness shrouded.

An eminent monk stood up and put his hands together in congratulations.

Mo Chuan shouted angrily, waved his sleeves, and lifted the Buddha bell out of thin air with the method of controlling energy. With the support of Deng Chao, the thousand-weight Buddha bell was unable to move!
"Fellow daoist, since it is a salvation, how can we distinguish between you and me?"

"I, I also think, they locked me up, I'm powerless!"

When I left the corner of my eyes, I saw Abbot Huitong suddenly waved his sleeves, waved a bronze Buddha bell, and enveloped the woman in red.

"There are clouds in Buddhism, and things are born from the heart. If you have a Buddha in your heart, you will see people as Buddhas; if you have a demon in your heart, you will see people as demons!"

She stretched out her purple-black fingers, which were still visible, and gently stroked Zhao Jincao's face.

"Om mani padme hum!"

Abbot Huitong spoke the Buddha's words, and then said meaningfully: "Fellow Daoist, it's time to make an appearance!"

In the rushing to the thunder and chasing the light, it turned into Dao Dao Sanskrit and printed on the body of a woman in red.

"Amitabha!"

Abbot Huitong slammed, and then Fajue pinched secretly, causing the Buddha clock to spin endlessly.

After a glimpse, he saw the always upright Abbot Huitong with a smile on his lips.

How similar is the scene in front of you?

However, Huitong Temple, which has experienced several failures, has long been prepared.

Abbot Huitong shook his head: "The benefactor has a noble status, and Yuezhang is the lecturer of the Imperial Academy. Who dares to imprison the benefactor? If this Zen Temple is really as you said, with hidden dirt, what is a red-clothed ghost?"

It seems proud, it seems cruel.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan was furious, rushed over like a whirling heel, and was about to drag the girl in red into the sacrificial furnace.

"Wang Yingying is a poor benefactor, who dares to hurt her?"

Zhao Jincao explained with trembling lips.

Abbot Huitong scolded.

"A group of bald donkeys want to kill me too?"

However, even so, red-clothed ghosts are still very rare, even in the most brutal prisons, they are rare.

The red-clothed woman burst into laughter, waved her sleeves and rolled up the sky full of blood, rushing towards the Zhenmo Seal like a stormy sea.

Even if the ghost in red is causing trouble, it has nothing to do with Huitong Temple.

"Benefactor, do it!"

Abbot Huitong's face changed drastically upon hearing this.

What he said was not so much to refute Zhao Jincao, but to tell Mo Chuan.

Back then, didn't Chong Shizi just use a Sanqing bell to envelop him and the headless ghost?

At the place where the Buddha's light is embroidered, the killing wind and thunder are shocked.

"Amitabha, congratulations to Yamato-sama, congratulations to Yamato-sama, the old enemy has been paid, and finally he can sleep in peace."

Zhao Jincao was in a hurry, and subconsciously wanted to find another way to survive, but the woman in red just hugged him lightly, passed through his body, and forcibly hugged his soul out of the body.

The mantra came out casually, and it appeared in the whole body, and it was printed on the bronze Buddha bell.

It can be seen from this that the humiliation and torture experienced by the woman in red is probably beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Unexpectedly, Abbot Huitong narrowed his eyes when he saw this, and spread the six-syllable mantra on his tongue.

Rolling evil spirit, soaring into the sky.

Mo Chuan, who was standing by the road, reminded in a deep voice that he was worried that if the development continued, the woman in red would completely lose her sanity and become a ghost.

"The red-clothed ghost is cunning, how can it be caught without a fight? Get out of the way and watch the poor monk save it!"

The woman in red laughed foolishly.

During the counterattack of the woman in red, a reverse swirling swastika seal seeped out from the depths of the earth, swaying the bone-piercing golden light in all directions.

Zhao Jincao glared and said: "Because you raised a red-clothed ghost and broke free from control, you are using me to lure Yingying out."

"Master Tianwei, what do you mean?"

The tone of the woman in red is still gentle, but her eyes are getting scarlet.

"Practice oral karma and talk nonsense. Unexpectedly, the benefactor has been bathed in the Buddha's light for more than ten years, and he is still so stupid. The poor monk asked the benefactor, why has the temple sheltered you for more than ten years since it raises ghosts and kills people?"

Mo Chuan, who folded his body and threw himself at the woman in red, suddenly turned his head and looked at the falling bronze Buddha bell. At that moment, he gave up his resistance and glanced at Abbot Huitong.

"Amitabha, this is the blessing of Fenghe, and the joy of believers."

Another monk laughed.

Abbot Huitong smiled triumphantly, and when he raised his hand, the bronze Buddha bell suddenly shrank and fell into his palm.

At this time, if you escape into the void, you will find the purple lotus on his body, which is more and more bright and dazzling.

(End of this chapter)