Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 36 Fellow Taoist, the poor monk is polite.
"A good-looking guy about 20 years old just brought some luggage and tools for cleaning. There is no way he could stay overnight."

"The remaining ones are all dancing ladies. They won't come back before twelve o'clock."

"Master, I have to rely on you to catch ghosts this time. If the building remains empty for a few more months, I will become a hanged ghost myself."

"Master...Master, where are you going?"

"Hmph! Pretending."

The radio was silent.

Through this conversation, Meng Fan imagined a taciturn enlightened monk and an artificial eighth wife.

There was a faint expectation in my heart.

Since entering the Tao, Meng Fan has not seen any other Taoist friends except his master, his junior disciples, and the Japanese who are fighting with him from afar.

"I hope we can communicate."

As soon as he finished speaking, the light in the room lit up.

A talisman spontaneously ignited in his hand.

stab~

This psychic talisman was immersed in the water, followed by the grapefruit leaves. Meng Fan used this to open his eyes so that he could see those dirty things that ordinary people could hardly detect.

Below the building.

Waves of cold mist surged up, but no trace of ghosts appeared. Presumably, they were all concentrated in the underground space, waiting for the moon to appear.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan, who was sitting by the window, raised his eyes and looked at the moon. When he came, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and there were no clouds covering the sky. But now, a few hours later, there were a few dark clouds gathering, and there were signs of rain.

"Could that master be able to calculate the time of day?"

"interesting."

far away.

The tall Western-style clock tower, the second hand slowly advances, and when it coincides with the twelve scale, the bell chimes by itself, echoing in the quiet neighborhood.

The dark clouds that had covered the moon were blown away by a strange wind. The landlady, who was lying alone on the deck chair in the courtyard, felt the moonlight shining on her cheeks and the cold wind blowing on her feet. She woke up from her dream immediately and shouted:

"The moon is out."

Almost at the same time, the sound of breaking glass windows came from above.

A middle-aged monk wearing cassocks and a mustache rushed over and scolded:

"Don't be presumptuous!"

Then, he grabbed the Zen staff stuck on the ground and hit it straight into the void, splashing bursts of fire.

Everything was visible to Meng Fan.

During the time he was meditating, a Buddhist formation was set up in this area. The layman watched the excitement, and the professional watched the way. Although he was practicing the Tao, the layout of the Buddhist altar was not much different from it.

Therefore, you can know the authenticity by looking at the placement of the Buddhist utensils.

Of course, there is no need to go into these details now. As long as you are not blind, you can see that this master is subduing evil spirits.

Bang bang bang!
Fires exploded in mid-air.

Unfortunately, the landlady lost her glasses and couldn't see her surroundings clearly. She ran around without realizing the danger was coming.

In desperation, the master could only hold her in his arms, hold a staff in one hand to cast down the ghost, and hold her shoulder with the other.

The bug picked up the sound and the radio started working again.

"Hmph, you are a monk and you still eat my tofu."

"I'm not a casual woman."

"What do you think I am?"

The two are sometimes close and sometimes separated.

Looking down at the overall situation, Meng Fan felt that Master was really unlucky to encounter such a weird employer. He was fending off evil spirits while enduring verbal harassment from the landlady.

Suddenly, an evil ghost grabbed her shoulder, and the master had no choice but to block it. One person and one ghost used the landlady's back as the battlefield, all the way down from the shoulder.

From Meng Fan's point of view, the two hugged each other tightly, and the master's hands were grasping the bottom.

"Ah~"

"My decades of virginity are gone."

For a moment, there was an urge to smash the radio, the sound was too...

It's hard to say.

"Well... what an injustice. This must be Buddha's arrangement. Enemy, I'm ready. Come on, take possession of me. Come on, take possession of me."

"You are not used to taking the initiative, then I will take the initiative."

Meng Fan, who was about to rush in to help, suddenly restrained himself because he wanted to have some fun.

Moreover, after some fighting, there is only one evil spirit left in the backyard, and the master should be able to subdue it easily...

Just as he was thinking, the master, who couldn't stand the landlady's harassment, pushed it away and framed the evil spirit with a rosary wrapped around his neck.

And, while it was wailing, he covered it with a yellow cloth bag filled with scriptures. After a few clicks, the ghost shrank to the size of a football and was tightly wrapped in the bag.

"Take..."

"It...will it bite..." Stab, sting, sting.

There was murmur on the radio.

While the master was being held back, hundreds of evil spirits emerged from the ground and flew around the building.

The sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves can be heard endlessly.

Those so-called eavesdropping devices that were resistant to strong magnetic fields were also completely destroyed. Meng Fan threw the radio out of the window without any hesitation and walked out the door with his mahogany sword.

However, as soon as he lifted his steps, he paused.

The peach wood sword suddenly stabbed at the back of the neck.

"what……"

Wails sounded, and cold ghost mist spewed out.

Soon, a puddle of white powder appeared on the ground.

Buddhism is compassionate, but don’t Taoists have compassion?

No.

If this evil spirit didn't make a sneak attack and target the vital parts of his neck, Meng Fan would choose to recite the Voiceless Mantra to liberate it.

Let’s forget about this self-destructive approach.

click.

The door opens.

Taoist robes flutter.

Taoist Meng went all out tonight, vowing to subjugate the ghosts. But when the ghosts saw a living person, they didn't care who they were. They immediately set off a strange wind and rushed over with a ferocious smile.

Who is the sheep and who is the tiger?
They figured it out quickly.

How excited you were when you came here, how strong your desire to run away is when you bump into it.

"Bad nature is hard to change, so let's turn it into ashes."

The originally ordinary mahogany sword suddenly shone like gold after being infused with mana and smeared with blood on his fingertips. Meng Fan stabbed the sword three times in a row, and three pools of powder appeared on the ground.

Seeing this, the ghost that had originally emerged from the ground and reached the fifth floor ran down without any hesitation.

Are you kidding me?
This Taoist priest is so murderous, he might as well run back and fight with that monk. At least he only collects ghosts, not kills them!
As for Meng Fan, who was willing to give up his merits, he immediately pursued him.

Murderers are always killed.

The evil ghost wants to kill him, and his bad nature is obviously hard to get rid of. What is he doing if he stays in the world, harming innocent passers-by?

fire cloud.

Rafa.

Jian Guang.

Yellow talisman.

All kinds of methods are used together, and the efficiency is astonishingly high. As long as the evil ghost is brushed aside and hesitates to escape, it will be gone.

Just 10 minutes.

Meng Fan directly killed everyone on the fifth floor of the building. After confirming that there was no ghost, he abandoned the accident-prone elevator and continued rushing downstairs along the stone stairs.

Although the sixth floor has not been cleared, there are obviously more evil spirits downstairs, so kill them first before going up!

"Amitabha, I have seen this Taoist friend, and this poor monk is polite."

soon.

In a certain room, Meng Fan bumped into the master.

He was holding a bag of Buddhist scriptures in his hand and looked at the traces left by the ghosts on the ground. His eyes flashed with unbearability, but he still handed the bag to the landlady behind him and took the initiative to salute.

Seeing this, Meng Fan did not dare to neglect and immediately clasped his hands together.

The master said that Tao and Buddha have different paths. Generally speaking, everyone avoids each other.

During the Republic of China, there was a customary custom in Shu. When a monk meets a Taoist priest, he performs the Taoist salute of hands, and when a Taoist priest meets a monk, he performs the Buddhist namaste salute, which means mutual respect.

Moreover, when a monk meets a Taoist priest, he must first salute, and the Taoist priest must return the favor. After all, Taoism is a native Chinese sect and is the host. Although Buddhism has a profound historical background, it is always an outsider. As a guest, it is necessary to salute the host.

However, with the changes in Songhai, Taoism has declined relatively, its disciples have withered, and all Buddhist masters who understand etiquette have passed away. With the rise of Buddhism, today's monks are thinking of becoming guest-oriented and no longer respect them.

The master once said that when he was 20 years old, he passed by a temple and met an elder at the door. Thinking of his various experiences traveling to Shu with his ancestor when he was young, and the fact that the elder was older than him, he took the initiative to perform Namaste.

As a result, the other party was not solemn, but his face was full of joy. The group of young monks behind him asked:
"You, a Taoist priest, do you want to take refuge in my Buddha?"

At the same time, he lamented in person that Buddhism is boundless and that the Taoist Three Purities are not as good as Buddha.

Because of this, the master couldn't help but get angry every time he talked about this matter, which made Meng Fan deeply impressed and sighing.

However, the master in front of me understands etiquette.

It must be discussed differently!

Moreover, deep down in Meng Fan's heart, his favorable impression of him was rising.

(End of this chapter)