Baishixian Road

Chapter 174 "Spirit Attack" Buddha's Curse
"If there is nothing important, no one is allowed to come in and disturb me!"

Xu Mo is sitting in the inn at the moment.

After entering the city, I found an inn to stay.

Originally, Xu Mo's plan was to come to the capital and follow the plots that have been found out here in the capital one by one, because at that time, although he was old, he would not die soon.

But it was different now, Xu Mo knew that he would not live long this time.

The thousand-handed Buddha's curse is too strong, the current time is not counted by the day, but by the hour.

It is estimated that within a few hours, he may have to cool off.

That being the case, there is no need to proceed with the original plan in Kyoto.

Xu Mo wants to discover as many unknowns as possible during this last period of time.

He was going to do something that probably had never been done before.

Use the spirit attack technique to enter the Buddha's curse and investigate.

Most people don't dare to think about this kind of thing.

No matter how crazy the guy is, he doesn't dare.

Because this is equivalent to jumping into water full of nuclear radiation to see if there are any fish or aquatic plants under the water.

Totally suicidal.

But Xu Mo just wanted to do it. For him, it was no different to go back to the Bajiao Pavilion.

When there was no one in the room, Xu Mo lay down, closed his eyes and performed the spirit attack.

This technique has been practiced many times in the previous dozen cycles, and its proficiency and understanding are far superior to others.

Cursing is also a kind of 'reading'.

As long as it is 'reading', you can use "Spirit Attack".

After a strange sense of weightlessness, Xu Mo's eyes lit up. In front of him was a small temple.

The temple is small and dilapidated.

But there are incense sticks.

There is the sound of chanting.

Xu Mo looked around and stepped into the temple.

The inside of the temple was clean, a few pilgrims were offering incense, a few monks were reciting scriptures, their robes were torn and patched, and each person was thinner than the other. Although they were reciting scriptures, they were weak.

Xu Mo took a few glances and understood.

It's hungry.

Seeing Xu Mo, a thin old monk immediately came up to him.

"Benefactor, offer incense?"

The old monk grinned, half of the teeth in his mouth were missing.

Xu Mo waved his hand.

The old monk immediately changed his face and retreated cursing.

Just now Xu Mo could clearly hear the gurgling sound coming from the other person's stomach.

Sure enough, I was hungry.

Xu Mo squinted his eyes and looked around, noticing that there was a young monk over there, with his palms folded and his eyes closed, reciting scriptures in a low voice.

Look familiar.

It looks a bit like the incarnation of Thousand-Handed Buddha.

"Understood!"

Xu Mo is the spirit of the curse of the Thousand-handed Buddha. Naturally, he entered the world corresponding to the curse. The monk who looks like the incarnation of the Thousand-handed Buddha here is likely to be the Thousand-handed Buddha himself.

Or rather, it was him.

Exists only in some kind of memory.

Judging from Xu Mo's experience of using the spirit attack technique in the past, the seemingly peaceful scene now is simply an illusion.

Fear, pain and despair are the themes.

It must also be the theme.

Xu Mo tried to summon his sword at this time.

Three magic swords were found, but none of them were brought in.

This kind of thing rarely happened in the past.

The same is true for the order of the Hundred Ghosts and Little Black Flag.

It means that Xu Mo is a polished commander at the moment.

What's more, even the wandering god hidden in the shadow is gone.

"If this is dangerous, how can I protect myself?" Xu Mo felt that he was getting closer and closer to the Octagonal Pavilion, and he seemed to be able to see the pavilion beckoning to him.

But soon relieved.

"Buddha's curse, after all, is not an ordinary thought. It is not easy for me to come in. It is indeed a bit overthinking."

Although Xu Mo didn't bring anything for self-protection from outside, he can find some here.

Coming out of this poor, tinkling little temple, Xu Mo walked around to the back, looked around, took a branch, wrote a scripture at his feet, drew a spell, then recited nightmares, and cast the "Order to Control the Gods" .

Using the "God Controlling Order" in "Curse", this kind of death behavior can be regarded as unprecedented.

After all, I am afraid that even the Buddha himself does not know what kind of "wandering god" will be summoned from this terrible curse.

It's okay not to come.

coming.

Who guarantees that the recruited thing is a normal wandering spirit?

Or almost certainly, not normal.

But Xu Mo was not afraid at all.

He knew very well that if he didn't have some weird self-defense, he would have to die here in a while.

Die early, die late, what's the difference?
"Crisis, crisis, first there is danger, then there is opportunity!"

Xu Mo was very focused when casting the spell, and in an instant, the surrounding air became icy cold. This place was originally cloudy, but now, the sky is getting darker and darker.

"coming!"

Xu Mo felt the biting coldness and resentment around him, and knew that he had attracted something good.

"Wait a minute, it's too cold, and the number is not right. Isn't it only possible to summon one wandering god for a "God Controlling Order", why are there a group of them here?"

Xu Mo looked around at this moment, and found that at some point, a group of monks stood around him.

Of course, these monks are all weird things, not only showing terrifying ghost appearances, but also, the resentment on their bodies is so strong that it cannot be dispelled.

Even if it is thrown into a fire, it can instantly extinguish the flames.

"Why so many? Why, are they all monks?" Xu Mo became curious.

At this moment, about dozens of monks were gloomy, with their heads lowered, surrounding him.

It was even darker around.

Ironically, there is still the sound of chanting in the small temple separated by a wall.

The small temple is also a temple, and the Buddhists come to take care of it. It is a holy place, but it hears the howling of resentful spirits!
"It really corresponds to what is said in the "Tao Te Ching", things have yin and yang, and where there is pure yang, there must be extreme yin; people have good and evil, and people who are very good must have hidden evil."

Xu Mo actually realized at this moment.

Hehe smiled.

"Everyone, which one is the wandering spirit I summoned, stand up by yourself, and the others, where did they come from, where do they go back." Xu Mo was fearless and calm in the midst of dozens of horrible curses.

That free and easy attitude made those dozens of cursing monks a little stunned.

At this moment, they raised their heads together and looked at Xu Mo.

The ferocity of the face and the distortion of the facial features are hard to describe in words.

Because the resentment was too strong, black blood overflowed from the eyes, mouth and nose, dripped down the pale and rotten face, and fell to the ground like strong acid, corroding the vegetation and polluting the earth.

They don't speak, but their resentment is getting stronger and stronger.

Xu Mo guessed that they might want to kill him.

This doesn't work.

There is an injustice and a debtor, so what's the matter with me if I die?

"Everyone, if you don't talk, let me guess. Looking at your clothes, you are all monks and masters of Buddhism. And if you travel around this small temple, you should have practiced here, right?"

There is no cursing monk to deal with him.

The resentment grew stronger, and their fingers began to twitch, making the sound of bones moving.

Crippled!

"Hehe, don't be impulsive. I see that you are extremely thin and look like hungry ghosts. I guess you didn't have a good life when you were alive. That's right. Although this small temple has incense, it is not enough. If you support one or two monks, you can't live a good life." Yes, but if there is more, it will not be enough, after all, there are too many monks and so little porridge. This is not enough to eat, what should I do? People, I am very hungry, don’t you want to eat people?”

Xu Mo squinted and smiled.

Maybe it's on point.

Also right.

The resentment of these cursing monks has almost reached its peak at this moment. It seems that they are going to attack Xu Mo in the next moment, and eat Xu Mo alive.

"If you want me to say, don't complain about this, hate that. It is very miserable for you to be eaten, but on the other hand, didn't you also want to eat others in your heart at that time? It's just that if you lose, you have to fight fiercely, and you must fight hard." There are winners and losers, admit it!"

Xu Mo felt a pain in his body.

Because there is a curse monk, he has already reached out and grabbed him.

There are those who grab hands, those who grab legs, and those who grab their necks.

That hand was icy cold, as soon as it touched the skin, it was immediately cold and unconscious, as if, the body was no longer his own.

But no one covered Xu Mo's mouth, so he kept talking.

"I can't figure it out, I'm not convinced, it's all because of resentment in my heart. But, whether it's for a living or for a meal, you are worshiping Buddhism after all. You blame the Buddha for not taking care of you, making you hungry and being eaten as meat "You blame yourself for not being strong enough to be able to defeat others; you blame others for living, but you are the only one who dies. Let me ask you, is there a moment when you think you are a disciple of Buddhism? Have you ever sincerely turned to Buddha?"

"If not, then it's just a mortal with a shaved head, and he deserves death; if so, let go now, and I'll save you, cross the other shore, and see the true Buddha!"

Most of the cursing monks did not respond, but there were two or three whose eyes showed confusion and struggle at the moment.

There is less resentment.

These cursed monks were so powerful that Xu Mo's body began to bleed, as if he was about to be dismembered.

So at this moment he roared violently.

The sound was loud and deafening.

"Shocking at the head, enlightening the top, drumming at dusk and bell at dawn, and deafening. Everything and everything is false... The sea of ​​suffering is boundless and the shore is right... Turn back... Damn, don't you let go? It hurts!"

(End of this chapter)