unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 152 Grottoes
It's an oasis here.

The oasis is like a fan, unfolding quietly.

To the west, there is a lot of windy sand, and the sand seems to be alive, flowing slowly under the force of the wind. To the north of the oasis, there is all Gobi, and the wind here becomes a carving knife, carving out things in the stone. Countless scratches come.

After passing the oasis, we arrived at the Gobi Desert. There are many grottoes here, densely packed everywhere. Even in places rarely seen among people, such a dark grotto suddenly appeared.

There is no trace of anyone inside. In short, there is no sign at all at the moment, as if these grottoes were dug here for no reason and just for display.

Just when several people were shocked by the numerous grottoes in front of them, a voice of chanting Buddha's name suddenly came from a grotto.

Are there any monks doing ascetic practices there?

As the first sound sounded, shocking sounds of Buddha's name came from all directions.

When these sounds sounded alone, they seemed weak and fragile in this vast and desolate place, but once they were put together, they showed a unique power and holiness.

It's like it can drive away everything in the darkness.

When the sound of chanting sutras subsided and disappeared, the place became quiet again.

He Shen covered his mouth with his sleeves to avoid swallowing any sand when he spoke: "Here, there should be a grotto that can lead to a cave related to spiritual objects."

Wenwen sneered: "There are more than 600 grottoes here, you can find them one by one."

He Shen thought to himself that you really deserve a beating.

Gu Beiqi was afraid that they would start fighting again, so he quickly interrupted them: "Let's find one of them to go in and take a look."

They were lucky enough to find an empty grotto, which is where monks practice and live, and where their bones are buried.

The walls were bare, with no paintings.

Gu Beiqi had no intention of looking for them one by one: "I will rest in this cave today and go out to find a guide tomorrow morning."

This place is not deserted. On the way here, they have seen a clear spring in the oasis. There must be people living near the water source.

Song Yu couldn't sit still and couldn't sit still in the grotto, chatting with He Shen.

He Shen stammered about his encounter with Hua Pi here.

He deliberately beautified his image as a flying thief and wanted to create a chivalrous thief with a chivalrous heart. When he faced the painting for the first time, he was so calm and smart that he finally escaped his life and became a ghost hunter.

However, he kept stammering, and nothing he said could save his wretched temperament, so he was unconvincing.

Wenwen sneered after hearing this, and the sarcasm could be seen in the laughter.

After Song Yu heard this, he thought that this kid most likely accidentally stepped on the painting's skin which had become weak for some unknown reason when he was running for his life. It was hard for him to make up such a story.

He Shen's face turned red from the laughter, he snorted and walked out of the grotto, deciding to take a walk outside as he didn't want to be in the same room with these people.

Especially if I don’t want to be with Wenwen.

Song Yu and Su Mian put their arms around each other and followed them out.

The small grotto had all the internal organs inside, but the place was only so big. Song Yu even sat on the stove.

After listening to the words of He Shen in the cave, it was already dark outside. The bright moon was like a jade plate, shining brightly, illuminating the sky and the earth. The few lights in the oasis were like remaining stars, making the night extraordinarily bright.

The three of them looked further into the distance and saw the endless desert. The bright moon was like frost, and it was really beautiful.

He Shen couldn't help but sigh: "How can a place like this - have spiritual beings?"

It certainly doesn't look like there are any spiritual beings coming out.

Song Yu squatted on the ground and knocked stones with Su Mian without raising his head: "Why can't there be one here?"

Suddenly a Buddha's call came out from behind them, and the three of them turned around and saw that it was a monk coming out of the cave to admire the moon.

"Amitabha, these guests from afar, don't know why you are here?"

Song Yu heard that he was not chanting sutras, so he breathed a sigh of relief, threw away the pebbles in his hands, and looked back at him.

This monk is completely different from the monks in Daxiangguo Temple. He is barefoot and skinny, but his eyes are very bright.

She admired such monks who were able to starve and freeze here. After all, being hungry was a heart-wrenching experience. If she wanted to be so hungry for a long time, she thought it would be better to die.

Su Mian was afraid that she would say something inappropriate, so he quickly said: "Master, we came to see the murals here, but we haven't found them yet."

The monk smiled very kindly: "I see, I know that once the mural appears, why not wait until the moonlight disappears and I will take you to see it."

Song Yu was not born with poetic taste. He didn't know what a broken moon was so good about: "Go now. The moon has been hanging here all night. When it disappears, wouldn't it mean that you have to wait until dawn?"

The monk shook his head: "Soon."

Song Yu frowned and looked up at the sky. In this beautiful night, there was not a single dark cloud. Will the moon fall by itself?

Before she had finished thinking about the doubts in her mind, she suddenly saw a "dark cloud" floating in the sky.

It doesn't quite look like a dark cloud, but more like a layer of fog, gray and slowly pouring into the sky, blocking out the moonlight in this area.

He Shen quietly pulled Song Yu: "Yes, it's a spirit!"

Song Yu slapped his hand away: "It's not dangerous."

It's not dangerous at all, it just blocks a little of the moonlight, and it's not very tight, like a veil.

This layer of veil makes the moon shy and shameful, and loses its appeal.

The monk recited a few verses in a low voice, with a pious and awed expression on his face: "We call this thing 'driving light', and it will come out every time the night is bright."

Su Mian thought to himself what kind of ghost place this was, even the sky was weird.

Song Yu asked the monk: "Where is the mural?"

The monk led the way: "The poor monk only knows one place. There are countless grottoes here. The big grottoes can be as big as three houses, while the small ones can only accommodate one person. Throughout the ages, there have been too many people digging grottoes. , some of them have been buried, and it’s hard for us to know.”

After saying that, he first talked about the scriptures with Su Mian, with the intention of persuading Su Mian to cut off the three thousand troubles and follow him to practice hard.

Su Mian smiled with a stiff face, almost unable to resist his tongue.

He Shen was chattering with Song Yu in the back, as annoying as two sparrows.

"The great monk never advises us, he only tries to save us."

"He can also eat people."

"Yeah, that's right. Hey, the great monk is dead. It's weird to think that I will never be a monk in this life."

"As long as we put down the sword, we can become a Buddha immediately without having to practice hard. This is a shortcut."

He Shen always felt that Song Yu's statement was a bit wrong, but it seemed to make sense: "Yes, yes."

The two of them chatted for a while, and it was time to finish talking.

This is a Zen cave.

The cave is quite big, and the monks went in and lit oil lamps, and people often came to pay homage.

The inner wall is painted with Bodhi trees and bhikkhunis, and in the middle is a Zen bed with a statue of a senior monk sitting on it.
Feitian was not seen.

(End of this chapter)