Rebirth of the mad demon of the journey to the west

Chapter 67
Came outside the door of that family and took a look.

This family is not simple. On the two wooden doors, there is even a golden mantra with the Buddhist swastika printed on it.

There is a faint scent of sandalwood coming from the courtyard, and it seems that it is a family that believes in Buddhism.

It's just that the ghost aura in this village is too strong, and the light of the Buddha's halo in this family is so dim that it can hardly be seen.

The sandalwood fragrance can only stay a few inches outside the door, and if it is far away, it will be drowned in the ghost aura.

Sun Xiaoyi listened carefully for a while, and just heard the young monk's clear voice, which was also mixed with Ziyi's faint laughter, and he immediately relaxed.

Immediately, he reached out and knocked on the door, shouting loudly: "Ziyi, it's so clear. The old grandson is here."

Just after shouting twice, footsteps came from inside immediately, and then the door opened in all directions, Zi Yi's bright face was full of surprise, and smiled at Sun Xiaoyi: "Brother Xiaoyi, I said you will definitely find us."

"Hmph, if he can't find it, he has no right to protect me." Behind Ziyi, Liao Ru also stretched out his shiny bald head, looking at Sun Xiaoyi and curled his lips in disdain.

Sun Xiaoyi didn't bother to pay attention to him, looked at Ziyi and said with concern: "No accident, right?"

"No, it's good. It was Liaoru who found this village. He said that he happened to rest here at night." Ziyi smiled and nodded, and then pulled Sun Xiaoyi into the yard.

After entering the yard, Sun Xiaoyi didn't see the master, and asked suspiciously, "Is the master not at home?"

"No, the old man is in the back room. He is too old to move around."

"Oh, that's good, the old grandson is going to see you for a gift."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young monk Liao Ru grabbed Sun Xiaoyi's clothes, looked at him with disdain and said, "Monkey head, where is the monk's mount?"

"Damn, your mount is indispensable. Also, don't always call me monkey head."

After finishing speaking, Sun Xiaoyi waved away Ru, and pulled Ziyi directly into the inner room.

Liao Ru stood in the yard, cursing angrily: "Damn monkey, is it true that the monk is the master or you are the master..."

As soon as I said this, suddenly there was a gust of wind all around.

This gust of wind was so icy cold that it made goosebumps almost fall all over his body, he quickly covered his head, secretly said 'Amitabha', and quickly followed into the room.

This family's family background is not bad, with three big houses, green bricks and green tiles, it doesn't look that poor.

The few people entered the main room in the middle. As soon as they entered, Sun Xiaoyi smelled a strong sandalwood fragrance, which was mellow and refreshing.

The room is a hall, and the golden body of Tathagata is enshrined in the north.

On the left and right sides are two Bodhisattvas, Manjusri and Samantabhadra.

Under the golden body, there are all kinds of offerings on the incense table. There are three futons on the ground, and the one in the middle is a bald old man sitting cross-legged.

This made Sun Xiaoyi amazed.

This is clearly a residential house, but the inside looks like a Buddhist temple.

The old man's eyes were sleepy, and he didn't know if he opened his eyes, but there was a gap in them, with a white beard and white eyebrows, and a wrinkled face, like a terraced field.

Fortunately, he didn't wear cassock, otherwise he would really think he was a good monk living in seclusion in the mountains.

Sun Xiaoyi walked over and looked at the old man carefully.

Good guy, what a face of Buddha.

This old man has a good life, you can only see it when you get close, the sky is full, the ground is round, the eyebrows are thin and long, the nasal bone is straight, and the lips are square.

The ears are fat and the shoulders are drooping, and the helixes are beaded and auspicious.

His long eyebrows trembled, and he chanted Amitabha, and suddenly felt that the whole room was much brighter.

The young monk next to him walked over, sat cross-legged on the futon, and laughed softly in a childish voice: "Amitabha, old man, this is my apprentice, named Sun Xiaoyi."

"It's good, it's good. This strong man has a murderous look on his body. Please sit aside and purify your body and mind."

When Sun Xiaoyi heard it, he said dumbfoundedly: "It's unnecessary to purify the body and mind. Thank you, old man, for taking them both in."

"No thanks. The door of Buddhism is wide open, and the breadth is destined."

"Is the old man a Buddhist?"

"It used to be, not now."

"Oh? Return to vulgarity?" Sun Xiaoyi wondered.

"No, the past is unbearable, so it's worth not mentioning it." The old man shook his head slightly.

Sun Xiaoyi was curious, but the old man refused to tell, so he didn't ask, then he had another thought in his mind, and asked again: "Old man, is there anyone dead in your village?"

His question made Ziyi and Liaoru slightly taken aback.

Zi Yi immediately stood up, walked to his side and asked in a low voice, "Brother Xiao Yi, what's the matter?"

"In this village, there is this ghostly energy, and it's not weak."

"Oh, no wonder, when I entered the village with my little master, I always felt gloomy and cold and uncomfortable."

"Well, you don't have the ability to recognize ghosts and ghosts, so you can't see them. This ghostly aura haunts everyone in the village, and you haven't seen the real body yet. Maybe there is some conspiracy here."

Hearing Sun Xiaoyi's words, the old man suddenly asked tremblingly: "This strong man knows how to catch ghosts?"

"Don't talk about catching ghosts, ghosts and ghosts are nothing to worry about, I just don't want to mind my own business. I forgot to ask, what is the old man's name?"

"Old and old."

"Ahem, Lenyan? Is this a person's name?" Sun Xiaoyi wondered, how could anyone have such a name.

"Strong man, if you don't tell me, this old man really forgot. Only one official died in this Li family village. He died with the first emperor Yizong."

"Oh? Who is it?" Sun Xiaoyi hurriedly asked after hearing this.

"This man's name is Li Ke, and he is one of the three famous actors around the late emperor. The late emperor died, and the new emperor executed all the actors and actresses of the late emperor, intending to be buried with him. This Li Ke secretly fled into the mountains to avoid the fate of being buried with him, but returned to Li That day in Jiacun, he was still killed by the pursuers."

"Oh, was there anything unusual about his death?"

"Abnormal? Maybe it is also abnormal. Because he escaped, once he was caught, he lost the qualification to be buried with him, and he was executed on the spot. In the village, he was cut 360 times, and died. Shi pointed to the sky and cursed, and died of exhaustion. After his death, the springs in the Li family village gushed out blood, and the red snake climbed the mountain, making a commotion for three days and three nights."

Hearing this, Ziyi felt her scalp tingling. Although she was also a female fairy, she had been living a carefree life in the heaven. She had never come into contact with ghosts and fairies in the underworld, let alone such a bizarre thing.

So subconsciously tugged at Sun Xiaoyi's sleeve and leaned against him.

Sitting on the ground, Li Ru's face was solemn, he clasped his hands together, and said softly: "Amitabha, it is illegal to kill civilians, and it is illegal for emperors to kill people. The world is black and white, people's hearts are biased, and there is no truth to educate all living beings. God's dereliction of duty."

Sun Xiaoyi gave him a surprised look.

After meeting him for so long, this was the first time I saw him talking seriously. Normally, he would either be wrapped in purple clothes, or clamor for wine and meat, and watch the big girl take a bath.

Unexpectedly, he could say such outrageous words.

But think about it, he himself is the reincarnation of the Buddha, so he naturally has a thinking beyond ordinary people, and no one knows what is in his little head.

After pondering for a while, Sun Xiaoyi turned to look at Ziyi and said, "Ziyi, after midnight, I'll go out for a walk. When the time comes, you stay here with the little master. The old man's room is protected by a swastika on the outside, so it won't be affected by ghosts." intrusion."

"Well, don't worry, Brother Xiaoyi. Now that you know there are ghosts making trouble, Ziyi is not so afraid. Anyway, Ziyi has some skills."

Looking at Ziyi's sweet smile, Sun Xiaoyi nodded slightly.

Sitting on the ground, looking at the two people tired and crooked, he couldn't help but darken his face, and murmured: "I really don't understand, why God sent you two to protect the little monk. Oh, the curse, the curse, Tighten..."

"Hey, little master, do you want to eat?" Sun Xiaoyi glanced at him.

"Eat? Eat? Eat? Eat, my little monk is starving. Come on, monkey, it's best to have wine and meat. If you don't have wine or meat, at least you have to get some game."

When Sun Xiaoyi heard this, the muscles on his face twisted, and he shook his head and sighed secretly: "Is this little bald donkey the reincarnation of Buddha? Can he really survive the catastrophe and be reborn?"

(End of this chapter)