Spiritual recovery?It doesn't matter, I will speak out!

Chapter 2 Young people's first wooden fish

"Where is the evildoer? You have hurt people a lot with your words."

Jiang Xi's original admiration for the monk's handsome operation immediately turned into contempt. The master said that the most important thing in practicing Buddhism is to cultivate the mind. This kind of monk who attacks others as soon as he speaks is definitely not a serious monk.

"Bold! Are you paying back? Wait a minute."

The monk pointed at Jiang Xie, who was about to find a chance to run away after uttering a few harsh words, but found something was wrong. Although the young man in front of him was full of evil spirits unique to ghosts, but when he looked carefully, he found that it was clearly Just a big living person.

After so many years of travelling, he has seen many terrifying ghosts, even if they are fierce, he was lucky enough to see one or two of them by chance, but the aura on them is not as pure and evil as the person in front of him, which makes him suspicious. , Did this guy in front of him come into contact with something unintentionally, or is he simply exaggerated enough to hide his viciousness from his perception?
The monk looked carefully at Jiang Xi, who was uncomfortable being looked at, and couldn't help asking: "What kind of eyes do you have? Are you a Huanxi Buddha?"

"I like you. Amitabha, this benefactor, I see that your seal has turned black. Recently, something has been contaminated. Uh, something not so good?"

The monk was very tactful, for fear that Jiang Xi was something beyond his imagination, and offended him by saying the wrong thing, so he had to test nervously.

"You said that." Jiang Xi thought for a while, then naturally sat back on the grave, picked up another banana, peeled it, and ate it. The monk's eyelids twitched when he saw it: "Recently, I really bumped into a villain, and work is not going well. , colleagues don’t want to see each other, and interpersonal relationships are a mess.”

Jiang Shou sighed, and his words were full of bitterness: "The collapse of an adult is often in a flash. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't bear it, who would come to the grave in the middle of the night to steal the tribute?"

The monk looked at the banana peel that was casually thrown on the ground from the corner of his eye, and thought that even if he couldn't bear it, normal people couldn't do such a thing, right?

However, the triviality in Jiang Xie's mouth still made him relax his vigilance a little. No matter how you look at it, the other party is just an ordinary person.

But just to be on the safe side, he probed further: "Do you know that just now is a ghost?"

"I know." Jiang Xi didn't think twice.

"Oh?" The monk's eyes sharpened instantly.

But Jiang Xi's reason was beyond his expectations: "If it's a human being, and you put it into such a small vajra bowl, what's the deal?"

"Well, that's true, but you don't seem surprised at all?"

Jiang Shou stared at the wooden fish in the monk's hand, as if recalling something: "I used to be a carefree little monk, living a life of romance and sensuality."

"Is this the life a monk should live?!"

Jiang Xi glared at him, and continued: "What I mean by this is that I used to be a monk, and my master told me clearly that there are ghosts in the world, and I followed my master to help people do rituals, So unlike ordinary people who are ignorant and ignorant, I have seen the world."

The monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name. It was almost certain that this was some unlucky guy who had been infected with great terror at some point.

But to be able to survive encountering this kind of existence must be a person of great fortune.

At this time, his mind was wandering, and he asked calmly:
"You said you were a monk, can you knock on wooden fish, can you read Buddhist scriptures?"

Jiang Xi nodded, and then the monk handed him the wooden fish in his hand, trying to test his composition.

After getting the wooden fish, Jiang Chuan's whole temperament changed suddenly. It really had such a solemn meaning of the treasure, and the monk nodded secretly.

He is indeed a Buddhist.

Jiang Xi remembered that the scripture that the monk had just recited for the woman was the Ksitigarbha Sutra. After the salvation, he could accumulate merits for himself and receive blessings from heaven and man, so he naturally recited this scripture. The scriptures have been transcribed countless times.

The monk's eyes lit up, he didn't expect to go out for a trip, and he really picked up a good seedling. The fluency of the chanting and the Buddhist rhyme are enough to make many old monks who have been in the industry sigh for themselves.

How could this kind of seedling return to vulgarity? Could it be that his former master was not good enough, and his vision was not good enough?

If it can be cultivated well, given time, it may not be impossible to become the mainstay of the gatekeepers.

Just when he saw Lie Xinxi and had the idea of ​​accepting apprentices, he found that the surrounding environment suddenly became a bit cold.

Looking up again, I saw that at some time, on the hundreds of graves, large and small, there was a ghost standing on each of them, approaching with Jiang Xi as the center.

Although it is only the lowest level of ghosts, it can't stand the large number.

Most of these ghosts were misfortune by the woman before, and their souls were crippled, and some of them even had only a broken body floating in the air, which was strange and funny. Rao monk had never seen such a scene of ghosts walking at night. The first reaction was that it felt outrageous. It stands to reason that ordinary ghosts should not be able to appear on their own.

And the second reaction is to capitalize danger!

But the monk was not flustered. Although he didn't know the reason, even the most ordinary ghosts, even if the number was astonishing, would never shake him in the slightest.

But just when he was about to make a move, pretending to be big in front of Jiang Xie, and fooling him back to the mountain to practice immortality with him, the ghosts suddenly stopped in their tracks.

It turned out that at some point, Jiang Pao stopped chanting.

He looked at the ghosts that were staring at each other, layer upon layer, in a silent trance.

"Amitabha!" The monk recited the Buddha's name and said loudly, "Don't be afraid! If the poor monk is here, no one can hurt you!"

But Jiang Xi didn't seem to hear what he said at all, and said to himself: "Seeing that you are so disabled, even if you are so disabled, you want to come out to be a demon, I suddenly feel that the suffering that life brings to me is nothing at all. What, especially that one, I don't know if it's the big brother or the big sister's long legs, thank you, I suddenly feel superior again when I see you."

The monk turned his head and looked at Jiang Xi suspiciously, as if saying, do you want to listen to what you are talking about?
But before he could speak, Jiang Ping rang the wooden fish again.

"In this situation, I express my feelings and want to sing a song. Thank you for your inspiration."

"Kill that SJZ person for everyone, this is the first SJZ person I killed this year, I hope you like it."

Before the monk could react, the wooden fish he used to suppress demons seemed to have turned into a drum in Jiang Chou's hands.

Accompanied by the dull beat, Jiang Lan actually started to sing.

The monk's eyelids twitched wildly. Leaving aside this kid's heaven-defying brain circuit, his singing is really ugly!
But the monk felt that the sound of the devil pierced through his ears, but the ghosts seemed to have been redeemed. The cemetery, which was originally full of evil thoughts, soon became filled with a peaceful atmosphere.

In the eyes of the monk, there was a golden aura gushing from the brows of the ghosts, and they gathered towards Jiang Xi.

Merit!

The monk's eyes widened. He worked so hard to save the wronged souls of the day, and even saved a ghost just now. In the end, it's not as good as a song to earn one-tenth of the merit?

Is it really better to be a star than moving bricks?

After finishing the song, Jiang's compassion was still unfinished, and the ghosts in the cemetery were reluctant to leave for a long time.

"Go away."

Jiang Chou waved his hand, and the ghosts gradually blurred and disappeared in place.

Turning his head again, the monk turned his back to him, and was slightly raising his head, looking up at the sky, unable to see his expression clearly.

"Do you often do things like this?"

Jiang Xi pursed his lips, why does this monk like to pretend to beep so much?
He put his hand on the monk's shoulder and forcibly pulled him away.

"Eh?" With the monk's exclamation, Jiang Chou replied seriously:
"It's the first time I've done something like this."

The monk narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to see the depth of Jiang Xi.

"I used to play the suona."

(End of this chapter)