My master is the coffin

Chapter 530
After everything is ready.Wushuang took out Ksitigarbha's rosary and got drunk.

The moment the rosary shattered, the surrounding Yin Qi gathered sharply, and then a vague figure appeared in front of us.This person is none other than Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

The figure was blurry at the beginning, but gradually became clearer and clearer, and finally, a golden light even appeared.

The second uncle and the others immediately turned their heads and bowed, muttering: "The living god, I saw the living god today."

Ksitigarbha looked at us with a smile, and said, "Xu You, Wushuang, what's the matter? Is something wrong?"

I nodded: "Yes, something happened, we need your help."

Ksitigarbha did not refuse: "But it doesn't matter."

I sighed: "Just an illusion is not enough, where is your real body? We must invite the real body out."

Ksitigarbha hesitated for a moment, and then said in a difficult way: "Xu You, I'm afraid I can't help you with this matter. I don't know where the real body is."

Wushuang raised his eyebrows: "You don't know? How is this possible? There is an inextricable connection between the phantom and the real body. It is impossible for you not to know."

Ksitigarbha was about to speak when suddenly there was a chattering sound.I turned my head and saw that the abbot was taking pictures with the flash on.

I drove him away, and then asked the illusion: "Yeah, how could you not know where your real body is?"

Ksitigarbha said: "Theoretically, the phantom should know where the real body is. But just a few months ago, I suddenly couldn't feel it."

When I heard the phantom say this, I felt a little worried in my heart, and then asked him: "You suddenly can't sense it. Is there any possible reason for this? Tell me, and everyone will help you analyze it."

Ksitigarbha thought for a while and said, "Perhaps, the real body is already dead."

It was a bolt from the blue.The news hit me all at once, and I felt a little numb all over.Now Ksitigarbha is our last resort, if he dies.what should we do?
Wushuang took a nervous step forward, almost grabbing Phantom's collar: "Are you sure?"

The phantom said: "I'm not sure, this is just a possibility. From ancient times to the present, there have been phantoms who couldn't find their real body, and later found that the real body was dead. You should know that those who can play phantoms usually The power is extremely high, so the possibility of losing contact between the phantom and the real body is very small. Therefore, there are not many examples in this regard, and I can't guarantee the possibility."

Wushuang pulled Second Uncle over, pointed to the illusion and asked, "Second Uncle, is that the monk you saw two days ago?"

The second uncle looked at it suspiciously, thought for a while, nodded and said, "Well, it looks very similar to this one, but it's much dirtier than him."

Wushuang asked anxiously again: "Then when did you see him?"

The second uncle thought for a while: "About two or three months ago."

Wushuang asked the illusion again: "When did you lose contact with the real body?"

Masami smiled wryly: "I don't know about this anymore. I have been sealed in this rosary all this time. You found me just now, so I can appear here."

I was a little restless walking up and down the room.I thought about it, and said to Wushuang: "Since Second Uncle and the others have seen Ksitigarbha before, let's inquire around here, maybe we can find him."

The second uncle interrupted and said, "The monk said he came from the west. He also said that the Tang monk went west to learn Buddhist scriptures, but he went east. He went east in the opposite direction, but he could achieve the right result. It's always full of crazy words."

When I heard this, my eyes lit up and I asked, "You mean, he will go all the way east?"

The second uncle nodded: "Yes, he didn't stay in the village for long, and he went east, I saw it with my own eyes."

I nodded and said, "That's good, that's good, as long as Ksitigarbha is still alive, we'll always have a way to find him."

Wushuang looked at the phantom and asked, "How long can you stay in the world?"

The illusion said: "As long as no force stronger than me attacks me, I can stay for about ten years."

Wushuang nodded: "Enough, enough."

Then she looked at me with questioning eyes: "Let him escort relatives to the desert?"

I know what Wushuang means. Although we are in the state of souls now, it takes a lot of time to go back and forth, and Ksitigarbha has been away for a few months. If we don't hurry up, we may really miss it.

Immediately afterwards, Wushuang added another sentence: "Is it safe?"

This sentence was said in the face of the illusion of Ksitigarbha.

The illusion grinned: "Although I am the illusion of King Ksitigarbha, to be honest, my strength is about the same as his."

When the phantom said this, he pointed to the abbot beside him.

The abbot was a little unhappy: "What do you mean?"

The illusion said lightly: "It means literally."

I nodded, thought for a while, and smiled at Wushuang: "Have you ever learned how to cast illusions?"

Wushuang shook his head: "I haven't learned it before."

I nodded: "I haven't learned it before, are you interested in a competition to see who can comprehend it first?"

Wushuang immediately understood: "You mean, we also cast two illusions to escort the family all the way?"

I nodded.

Wushuang and I sat down cross-legged without delay.The phantom guided the two of us, and analyzed ourselves, not Yin Qi, not Yang Qi, but a mixture of pure power and a trace of soul.

Wait until dark.Both Wushuang and I successfully differentiated into an illusion.

Without much delay, we simply checked in with our respective parents and sent them off.As for the second uncle and others, they also went home.

Only me, Wushuang, and the abbot were left in the house.

I looked at the two of them and said, "Okay, things are almost done now, let's go."

The abbot was fiddling with the camera in his hand, and said with a sad face, "No, something went wrong while holding the camera."

I leaned over and asked him, "What's going on?"

The abbot handed over the camera: "Look, why don't you see anyone?"

I adjusted the photos just now, and sure enough, there were only the furnishings of the room, and there was no shadow of the phantom.

I sighed and said, "Maybe it's because the soul cannot be imaged on the camera."

I said this just now, and suddenly my brain was excited: "Huh? I remember there seems to be a saying that this thing needs to be dimmed or something."

Thinking of this, I went to turn on the computer.

This computer has not been used much since I went to college, and there is a layer of dust on it. I am really a little nervous, whether it can be turned on.

The bellows buzzed for 5 minutes, and the computer finally turned on.

I looked at the desktop background and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.Because the background is a photo of my parents holding a very small baby.

When I was little, I thought it was me.But it wasn't until now that I finally understood that this little baby was their so-called real son.

Although I have settled down with them now, I still feel a little bit pissed when I see this photo.

Wushuang asked me: "Is this a photo of you when you were young?"

I shook my head: "It's not my photo, it's their son's."

Wushuang smiled: "Isn't it the same? It's all your own soul."

I thought about it and said, "That's true."

I copied the photos to the computer.Then use the software to adjust the light back and forth.A few minutes later, the appearance of Ksitigarbha finally appeared.

The abbot smiled: "Not bad, not bad, that's it."

We put away the photos, tidied up a little at home, locked the door, and walked out.

Since what happened last night, sporadic little ghosts appeared on the streets of Zhengzhou, but after seeing us, these little ghosts ran away nervously, probably knowing that Wushuang is Pluto.

The abbot said: "This is not very good. The kid will recognize us wherever we go. If this is the case, won't Wen Yu and the others know all of our whereabouts?"

I thought about it, and said, "Don't worry, after I get out of Zhengzhou, this kind of situation probably won't happen."

All the shops on the street are closed.And we consciously entered a store, turned on the lights, connected the power supply, and printed countless missing person notices.

The abbot smiled and loaded the leaflets, and said, "No wonder there are so many male robbers and female prostitutes in the world. It turns out that doing bad things is so enjoyable."

I held a stack of leaflets and said: "You can calm down, someday let Wushuang write you down in the merit book, and when you die and go to hell, you will feel better."

We exited the store and started walking slowly east.

We don't know exactly where Ksitigarbha is, so we have to post small advertisements along the way, and use our spiritual thoughts to look for him from time to time.

It's just a pity that we never sensed his breath.There are two situations in this way, otherwise, he is dead, or else, he is not within the scope of our divine thoughts.

We have no choice but to post small advertisements and inquire all the way.

Fortunately, Ksitigarbha came all the way for food, and his identity is quite obvious.We must know that among the current monks, who is not pampered and full of fat?Occasionally, I see someone blocking people from preaching on the street, but most of them are liars.

There are very few people who sincerely want a steamed bun like Ksitigarbha.So we asked casually, as long as he appeared in the place, most people remember it.We are also relying on this looming clue to gradually walk to the east.

On this day, we came to a city.By this time we were out of the province.

According to our experience, it is most convenient to look for the traces of Ksitigarbha in the villages, but it is very difficult to find the traces of the king in the cities.So we put up a few leaflets and prepared to move on.

Unexpectedly, three or five red armbands, as if they were waiting for us, appeared from nowhere, pointed at us, and said: "Paste small advertisements indiscriminately, and you will be fined two hundred."

(End of this chapter)