Peerless Little Mommy: The ghost baby is cute

Chapter 541
There are about forty or fifty dolls, arranged in four rows.

Originally, there were about a hundred of them brought back from Chopsticks City, but they should have been dealt with almost. According to my grandfather, two high-ranking monks who were superseded died before.

The remaining forty or fifty should be the most difficult to deal with, so I was called on.

If it is seen by the eyes of ordinary people, it may be a picture of ordinary dolls of different shapes, just like the stalls in the night market.However, according to Mr. Yin-Yang like us who know how to look at the breath, we can see the black air in the doll's body.

The Three Refugees, every time I read it, the complexion on the old monk's face becomes ugly.It was obvious that he was fighting with the hostility of these dolls, trying to save the imps sealed in the dolls.

It's just that as the old monk's old voice became weaker and weaker, a trace of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth.His gray monk robe was blown by the morning wind and fluttered in the morning light, and his black eyes were kindly shining brightly.

Beside the old monk stood a few young novice monks, all of whom looked eighteen or nineteen years old, and they were all thin and thin.

At first glance, they were real cultivators who lived on a daily basis. These thin young monks were holding wooden fish in their hands, and they were beating very regularly.

The sound of the wooden fish combined with the morning bell makes people feel a spontaneous piety from the bottom of their hearts.

"Let's go, with the ice silkworm to help you, maybe this monk's life can be saved. He...he is about to run out of oil and light." My grandfather pushed me on the shoulder and asked me to face the old man. The position of the monk approached.

He himself stood where he was and stopped moving forward, looking at my side face with scorching eyes.

I walked over in three steps and two steps, and the steps under my feet accelerated a lot.Based on the physiognomy I learned from my grandfather recently, although I learned physiognomy first, I learned some basic skills of physiognomy last.

However, I still saw a trace of death on the old monk's face.

It would be a very sad thing if he really died.Think about the good and bad luck that can be seen from a person's face, as if a person's fate has long been predestined.

The owner of the Miao village and a few strange men stood directly opposite the row of dolls. I don't know their identities very well, but they all frowned and looked at the old monk's transcendence. It seemed that they were all related to this time. persons involved in the case.

After all, even if such a big case is to be concealed, someone needs to handle it.

When the village owner saw me passing by, without saying hello, he took the initiative to step forward and silently handed me an ancient book bound in thread.The paper of ancient books is very soft and has a grainy feeling in the hand, but because the paper is very finely crafted, it feels that kind of fine grain, not rough.

On the cover of the book, it is written in strong regular script, "Maha Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra".

"Maha Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" is called "Heart Sutra" for short, everyone can read it, and everyone can recite it.It is intended to cleanse the mind and purify the soul, but I have ice silkworms in my body, which itself is a manifestation of concentration and calmness, so the power read out is very powerful, and it can help the old monk to transcend these resentful souls together.

I listened to the three refuges that the old monk kept saying, and it seemed that the power of Buddhism was hidden between the lines.Suddenly, tears filled my eyes and I really wanted to cry.

My soul seemed to be inspired by a strange force in the dark, and I knelt on the ground with a "bang", put my hands together by my lips, and kowtowed reverently a few times.

However, I am by no means the only one who kneels devoutly.

The owner of the Miao Village, my grandfather, those strange men, and the little novice beside the old monk all knelt down at this time, looking devoutly at the man illuminated by the sun's rays under the morning light. old monk.

It seems that this old monk with deep wrinkles is covered with Buddha's light.

Their mouths seemed uncontrollable, and they followed the old monk's words clearly, "Take refuge in the Buddha, take refuge in the Dharma, and take refuge in the Sangha..."

It felt as if all the people were infected and dedicated to the Buddha.

Although there are few words in the Three Refugees, the Buddha Dharma contained in it is profound and has the power to save all sentient beings.However, I didn't read along with them because I still have a copy of the "Heart Sutra" in my hand.

I have never read any Buddhist scriptures, and I was worried that my recitation would not be smooth and people would laugh at me.Opening this "Heart Sutra" written in traditional Chinese characters, my mouth naturally followed the frequency of the wooden fish's beating, and slowly read a paragraph of Sanskrit that I couldn't understand myself.

When reciting Sanskrit, the cold air produced by the ice silkworm in my body kept my mind calm and my heart calm.

My mind was highly concentrated on the Buddhist scriptures, without any distracting thoughts.I can feel the hostility of those dolls dissipating little by little. The "Heart Sutra" has a great effect on saving these ghosts.

Not only do I rarely hear Sanskrit, but I also rarely see it. It is absolutely impossible for me to read Sanskrit that is difficult to pronounce.

Not only my grandfather and the Miao village master looked at me in surprise, but even the old monk who looked down at the black doll looked up at me. There was a hint of deep meaning in his eyes, but he didn’t say anything. any words.

He glanced at me, then bowed his head and continued to chant the Three Refuges.

In Tibet, there are lamas who have been granted by heaven overnight, and suddenly they will recite long passages of scriptures and poems.

Those scriptures and psalms that were recited were all content that they had never been exposed to or could not memorize.It just became familiar overnight, so it is called "Tianci", which means the scriptures and Dharma taught by heaven.

But I understand that my knowledge of these Sanskrit words is definitely not from "Heaven-given", but from the devotion and concentration of the ice silkworms in my belly to the Buddhist scriptures. Without the ice silkworms, I am useless.

It knows Sanskrit, but I'm sure I can't at all.

Kneeling down until noon, the sun in the sky was a little bit dry, and the old monk and I had beads of sweat on our foreheads.The dolls on the ground have almost been saved, but the old monk didn't get up, so I haven't the nerve to get up.Moreover, the process of chanting the Heart Sutra is very comfortable, and I feel that the hatred buried deep in my heart has also been changed by this force.

When I thought about it, the same kind of blood as Wang Mingde flowed in my veins, it was like cutting my own arteries and releasing all the blood.

But this radical idea hidden in the depths of the soul was actually resolved by a few words of Buddhism.

At this time, he stood up slowly, and said to the little novice next to him, "Go, send all these dolls to be burned, ashes... just put the ashes in the pagoda for now, and be enlightened by the Buddha's teachings."

I am very clear about the meaning of the pagoda. The pagoda is the funeral encoffining of Buddhist believers at the highest level.Nowadays, many people are willing to pay a high price to put their ashes into the Buddhist teachings, receive incense and the morning bells and evening drums of ancient temples, and chant sutras to pay homage to the Buddha's Purdue.

However, what I want to say is that ordinary people cannot stand such a high level of degreeization.If the blessings are not as big as the monks in the temple, it is also a stupid behavior to put yourself in the stupa.

Apparently, the old monk put the ashes of these dolls into the pagoda in order to eliminate the karma caused by these dolls.

This old monk is old, and he must not be able to bear kneeling for so long.He staggered a little and couldn't stand still, but it was the young monks around him who got up and supported him, so that he didn't fall to the ground.

He didn't let the little monks support him all the time, and said again: "Go quickly."

"It's the master, the disciples are going right away." Several young monks let go of the old monk's arms and walked in front of the dolls. Everyone held the dolls in their arms, and quickly walked around the front hall and walked to the back go.

This old monk, he didn't pay attention to others immediately, but looked at me with piercing eyes, and muttered in his mouth: "The female benefactor has a predestined relationship with the Buddha, and the Buddhist scriptures just narrated, every word is in the Zen machine, old monk It has also benefited a lot.”

Before I lost my memory, I seemed to be a Catholic. After I lost my memory, I didn't have any beliefs at all.

I really don't know anything about Buddhism.

So when faced with the old monk's words, I felt a little embarrassed and humbly said, "Thank you, eminent monk, for your guidance. I just borrowed the power of ice silkworms. You are the real profound Buddha Dharma."

The ground is cold and I have very bad arthritis.But after being recognized as the master by the ice silkworm, the function of the body changed once. It should be that there is no arthritis, and it is more cold-resistant than ordinary people.

But I couldn't stand up anymore. I put my hands on the floor and tried to get up a few times, but that didn't work.I knocked my knee back several times after leaving the ground, as if something sharp had pierced my kneecap, the pain made my scalp numb.

My feet are numb!
At first I thought it was because I knelt for too long, which caused the blood in my legs to not circulate. As long as I walked a few more steps, the blood flow in my feet could be restored.But this is not the case. I don't feel any pain in my feet and I can feel them, but I just don't have the strength to stand up.

I tried several times, but I couldn't stand still, and I couldn't figure out the reason, so I could only grit my teeth and try again and again.It felt as if the bones had been pulled out, leaving only the flesh in the body, which naturally couldn't support itself.

My grandfather and the old monk immediately came up to help me up. When the two of them touched my fingers, their expressions changed, and shock and horror flashed in their eyes.

The old monk quickly let go of my arm, knelt on the ground on one knee, and took off my shoes and socks.

Under the midday sun, there were large bruises on my ankles.This mark is too weird, it seems to be a bruise from being tightly grasped by countless small black hands.On the blue and purple marks, there are many outlines that resemble children's palms or fingers.

I put my hands on my chest, squinted my eyes, looked at my ankles, and asked the old monk in a low voice: "Master, have I been caught by a ghost?"

While asking the old monk who took off my shoes and socks, I touched the bruise with my hand, it was a bit cold.But I dare to swear, there is absolutely no chill like the ice silkworm.

I don't feel scared, because I probably know why.

That bruise should be the legendary ghost clawing foot. When I was first saved, I attracted most of the grievances of the dead souls to me.So those little ghosts will choose to grab my feet while going down, trying to drag me to the underworld together.

At this moment, there may be another hand holding me invisible, which is why I didn't stand up.If it is sent to the hospital, the diagnosis is likely to be a disease such as polio, which will lead to permanent disability.

"It's a ghost grabbing your feet, but the ghost you and I just rescued has entangled the benefactor for a while, but they have already left. Look at the old monk's feet." The old monk pulled his monk's robe, and the wide cloth under the robe Pants.

He didn't wear socks, only thin cloth shoes.

The part where the trouser legs were pulled up was also bruises from several small handprints, and the bruises were all terrible dark black, darker than the ones on my ankles.This old monk, he has spent more time in saving vengeful spirits than me, so the problem is definitely more serious than mine.

But now, the one who can't stand up is me.

I frowned, and there was already a hint of murderous intent in my eyes, "Something hasn't gone away, it's haunting me."

There are innocent souls who dare to haunt me, this is a Buddhist temple, Xuanqing cannot enter.But when I go out, with Xuan Qing by my side, any lonely ghost who dares to provoke me will naturally let it eat and walk around.

I am not the Virgin Mary, if you dare to provoke me, I have to let it know how powerful it is.

only……

It's just this wronged soul, I can't see it.

I stretched out my hand and used it to cover the sunburn on my forehead. Under the sun, there was indeed a pair of white and jade hands. It was holding on to my two ankles, making it impossible for me to stand up and walk. Move your feet and walk.

But I can only see those hands, but not the owner of those hands.I thought of two possibilities in my mind, one is that my morality is not enough, so even if I cover the sun fire on my forehead, I can't see what I shouldn't see.

Another kind is, hmph, I know the owner of those hands hiding in the dark, and they don’t let me see myself, because they are afraid of being recognized by me.

As for who it would be, I didn't bother to think about it at all. When I left the Buddhist temple, it would definitely be found out.

"This idiot seems to have a deep enmity with the benefactor, and it seems to want to arrest the benefactor." The old monk touched the bruise on my foot with his callused hand, and it wrinkled deeply. Brows, and then hang the sandalwood beads in my palm above my ankles.

This sandalwood bead is covered with a layer of red lacquer, and the Buddha statue and mantras in the Buddhist scriptures are micro-carved on it.

When the sandalwood beads were worn on my feet, the pair of hands that seemed to protrude from the ground were still grabbing my ankles, but my feet were already able to walk upright.

I got up from the cold ground, walked a few steps on the ground, and found that my feet were fine except for a little cold.I thanked the old monk from the bottom of my heart, and bowed to him with my palms together, "Thank you, eminent monk, if it wasn't for you, I might still be haunted by a ghost and become permanently disabled. I don't know what the eminent monk is called?"

"The old monk's dharma name is empty. This is the blessing of the benefactor himself. The wronged souls you just saved are the benevolent causes planted by the benefactor himself. The old man gave you a string of Buddhist beads, but it was just a small effort to protect you on behalf of the Buddha. " Seeing me smiling, the old monk smiled peacefully at me, raised his palm and took a few steps back, then turned around and entered the main hall of the Buddhist temple.

He walked a few steps, turned around suddenly, and said to me again: "If the benefactor still has Buddha's fate in the future, we will meet again."

"Master Kongdie, there will be a time later." I still bowed devoutly, facing the Buddha with deep reverence in my heart.The Dharma is gentle, while the Taoism is harsh, and in my mind, there is no distinction between the two.

But in my heart, I still want to laugh.

The so-called Buddha, there is another name in Sijiu City, called Three Hands, and it is also commonly known as a thief.The Buddhas in the Buddhist scriptures are all thousands of hands and eyes, so the slang words in Sijiucheng and the lip scriptures refer to thieves who also have thousands of hands and eyes, and can take advantage of the sheep, called Buddhas.

A few unfamiliar men beside the Miao village master immediately chased after seeing this, as if they still needed to ask this matter in detail.After all, if they are in their positions and seek their positions, these people still have to explain to their superiors when they go back.

At this time, the owner of the Miao village came to my grandfather, and after praying and offering incense in the temple with my grandfather, he strode out of the Buddhist temple.The owner of the Miao Village spoke first, rambling about to create a chat atmosphere, "It stands to reason that we all believe in Taoism. I never thought that one day we would go back to the ancient Buddhist temple to offer incense."

"It's the first time I come to the temple, I always use the Yi technique to look at people, and I can be regarded as a half-yin and yang gentleman. Life is really unpredictable, hey..." My grandfather sighed and asked again: "Old Zhao, what are you doing?" When do you plan to leave and go back? This old man can go with you, and my affairs in Forty-Nine City are almost done. "

"Hurry up, I plan to leave tomorrow. However, I want to take your granddaughter with me. Without her Ice Silkworm Gu, this matter would not be so easy to accomplish. I don't know what you want, Mr. Zeng? "The head of the Miao Village finally mentioned in front of my grandfather that he wanted me to go with him, and there was a shrewdness in his eyes.

When my grandfather heard that he was going to take me there, hesitation immediately appeared in his eyes. He first asked me, "Qiong'er, is your foot okay? Is there anything abnormal? I need to take you to the hospital, right?"

"It's okay, I don't need to go to the hospital for such a trivial matter. Besides, isn't there a string of sandalwood beads guarded by Master Kongdie? I still need to go to the hospital for such a trivial matter?" After I finished my big words, I finally committed evil. Reported, almost didn't flash his tongue.

It was as if his chest had been blown by a heavy hammer, and he almost coughed violently.But I was afraid that my grandpa would be worried, so I swallowed the cough that made my throat sweet, and there was even liquid flowing in my throat.

In my heart, I knew that it must have hurt my body during the super-salvation. As for how serious it was, I'd better ask Xuan Qing first, and then see if I should tell my grandpa.

Maybe Xuanqing can help me cure it, and I can hide it from the past.

This trick of mys was so painful that I held back all the way and didn't dare to speak, for fear that if I spoke, I would cough up blood and scare people.

My grandfather saw that there was nothing wrong with me, so he nodded, and then whispered to the owner of the Miao village: "Let me think about it, my little grandson has just been rescued and needs someone to take care of him. My wife is too busy." Come on, I need Wang Qiong to help take care of it. Besides, Qionger's mother doesn't know the situation yet, so she needs her mother's permission."

My grandpa is right. I agree with this matter. It is useless to agree with my grandpa.My mother has worked hard to bring me up, and she has to endure the eyes of my father's relatives. No matter what I do, I must have her understanding and consent.

The head of the Miao village had a stiff face, but he had no way to force it, so he could only say: "Then thank Mr. Zeng for his great help. Not only did my granddaughter subdue the Ice Silkworm Gu, but she was also connected with Buddhism, so her future will definitely be great." Limited. When you are young, if you can come out to practice, you will become a master."

"I... I don't ask her to become a great weapon, Lao Zhao, as long as Qiong'er is safe and sound." My grandfather held my hand, with a kind and upright look on his face.

Walking out of the huge Buddhist temple and going outside, I felt blind in both eyes.

It's over, I'm going to faint.

I was very depressed in my heart, I didn't want to faint, I was afraid that my grandpa, my grandma, and my mother would worry about me.

At this time, the wrist was firmly held by someone. I knew that Xuan Qing was holding me up without anyone noticing, and I was extremely grateful in my heart.Out of the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at him. There was no smile on his face, his face was clouded with lead, very gloomy.

There was a hint of fury and evil in those eyes, and it was impossible for people to look directly into his eyes.

I guess he must be angry, I dare not look into his eyes for such a foolish and bold person.Along the way, he kept a cold face like an evil god, and hugged my shoulders tightly.

I could feel that there was a force flowing from his fingers into my damaged body, and my injured vitality was being repaired bit by bit.

It wasn't until my grandfather and I went back and locked ourselves in the bedroom secretly that he put his arms around my waist and firmly controlled me, his frantic lips were demanding in my mouth.

I was so kissed by him that I was almost out of breath, my body softened into mud before I knew it, and I fell shapelessly into his arms.He kissed me like a drug addict, and he only let go when he was addicted to kissing, and the faint anger on his face dissipated and left.

My face was hot, and I didn't even have the courage to raise my head. I lowered my head and relied on the strength of his body to support it.

"Chick? Why don't you dare to look at me? Hmm? Does your chest still hurt?" His eyes were full of reproach, but his tone was still very gentle. He touched my chest with his hands and asked me if it hurt.

It's really annoying, but I can't be rude with him.

I coughed twice, felt the situation in my body, and said in a low voice: "It still hurts a little, it seems to be backlashed by Yinhun's hostility, cough cough..."

He frowned, as if he was unhappy again, suddenly a three-foot green blade appeared in his palm.There was a cold light on the edge of the sword, and it slashed towards my feet.

I could see clearly that a pair of Bai Shengsheng's hands were cut off from grabbing my ankles, and beside my ears was a woman's miserable scream: "Ah...it hurts me to death..."

The fracture of the wrist is neat, and along the cross-section, tissues such as muscles and bones can also be seen.

The blood flowed down the cross section of the hand, and a large pool of blood flowed out on the ground.

This wrist is the main culprit that caused me to be unable to stand up after saving the undead. If it wasn't for the string of Buddhist beads from Master Kongdie, I would have been sent to the hospital for a disability assessment.

There is a cartoon ring on the finger, which looks familiar.

When Xuan Qing was about to cut off the other hand, I suddenly squatted down, stretched out one hand in a cross shape, and blocked his tendency to chop off with the sword, "Don't chop off the other hand, keep it for use You chopped off both hands, how can I let it be my babysitter in the future, cleaning, cooking and so on?"

(End of this chapter)