Small town adventure

Chapter 123 Be Compassionate
Hearing what he said, everyone was startled, and they all took a step back unconsciously. They never expected that this scholar and fierce ghost's Taoism is really unpredictable, and he can still gather his soul after receiving so many heavy blows in succession. Not scattered.

Daoist Bai Guzi half-kneeled on the ground for a long time, and then he stood up slowly with both hands leaning on the ghost-killing sword. A black air.

After finally stabilizing his body, he saw Daoist Qingyang's face turned serious, and an extremely powerful murderous aura surfaced on his face.Slowly, he raised the ghost-slaying and subduing-devil sword glowing with blue light again.

"Amitabha... the head of Baiguzi, don't do anything, can you listen to me?" Suddenly came the voice of Master Huicong, the abbot of Mount Wutai, from behind.

Daoist Baiguzi paused, all the murderous look on his face dissipated, he turned around slowly, and stared at Master Huicong with puzzled eyes.

Master Huicong also suffered great internal injuries, and walked slowly over with the support of two Buddhist disciples.

"Amitabha!" Master Huicong proclaimed the Buddha's name, bowed and said, "Heaven has the virtue of loving life, even ants steal their lives. Although this scholar ghost does a lot of evil and kills like hemp, his life experience is indeed pitiful and ruthless, and he suffered many hardships during his lifetime." If he just broke his soul like this, it would be a bit cruel. If he is willing to put down the butcher knife in the future and devote himself to the Buddha, it is unknown. I would like to accept this scholar and ghost, and suppress it in my Great Buddha Hall in Mount Wutai Next, chant sutras and Buddha for him every day, hoping to eliminate his resentment as soon as possible, and help him enter the six realms of reincarnation, I wonder if the head of Bai Guzi can agree to this ruthless request of this old monk?"

The head of Baiguzi hesitated for a while, his face was cloudy and uncertain, finally he sighed and said: "Forget it! The master is merciful, I really admire it, but this scholar is too resentful and stubborn. , I am afraid that it has dragged down the master."

"Amitabha!" Venerable Huicong bowed again and said, "This is the job of a monk, why bother to talk about it? The head of Baiguzi is too worried."

"No! I will never allow it!"

Daoist Bai Guzi was about to answer when a woman's voice came from somewhere.

Everyone looked at the place where the voice came from, and saw that the speaker was the abbot of Mount Emei, Mrs. Jingming. At this time, her robe was also stained with blood, and she was obviously injured.

(End of this chapter)