Take your sister to catch a ghost

Chapter 217 The Power of Faith
On the [-]th, the night of the full moon, it is also the time when the ghosts come out of the cage. At this time, the ghosts have the most negative emotions, and they are not under their control at all. They will only act in order to fulfill the simplest desires in their hearts. It is no different from a wild beast. If you want to stop the ghost at this time, you have to kill it, there is no other way.

The stone on the Hall of Compassionate Heart turned pink. I wanted to go in and have a look, but was stopped by the little novice, not allowed to go forward!

I retreated to the side resentfully, and watched the changes in the Hall of Compassion in the darkness!
It's not yet fifteen, and the moon is already full. Today's cloudy air is very heavy, and I'm afraid there will be dirty things infesting today.

I didn't take out my outfits. This is a temple after all. No one can be sure whether the gods really exist. If I offend the gods, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat.

While I was watching, an old monk in his 60s came to me and greeted me with Buddhist etiquette.

I returned the gift with worldly etiquette.

"Is the benefactor watching this Hall of Compassion?"

This monk is an older monk in the temple, a master and uncle in the mouth of the monk Shande, and his dharma name is Shi Wuming.

I hummed.

"There will be changes in this hall around the fifteenth of every month. Except for the abbot who knows the reason, no one else knows."

"He alone knows?"

"The abbot will send people to guard the gate of the Hall of Compassionate Heart every month from No. 13 to No. 17, and no one is allowed to enter." Shi Wuming said.

"Do you know when the abbot came here to become a monk?" I asked him.

He thought for a while and said, "When I was ten years old, he was already here...that is to say, he was already here 50 years ago."

I let out a sigh of relief, it's been so long!

"The abbot must have been a young novice at that time." I said, judging by his appearance, the abbot was about the same age as him.

Shi Wuming smiled and shook his head: "When I came, he was already the abbot of this Ciyun Temple."

"Being an abbot in your teens?" I glared. I was still playing with mud when I was a teenager.

"No, when I came, the host was as big as you, and now 50 years have passed, but his appearance has not changed much, but I am already dying."

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva. 50 years ago, the abbot was my size, that is, in his 30s. 50 years later, he looks like he is only about 60 years old. Will this person not grow old?
"How old is the abbot now?" I couldn't help asking this question.

Shi Wuming thought for a while, and then said: "According to them, the abbot built this temple by himself, and his age is not much older than this temple."

This time I was shocked again. This temple has a history of 100 years. So, the abbot is more than 100 years old?

Seeing my surprised expression, Shi Wuming acted very ordinary, as if he was used to seeing it: "When the temple was built, there were no residents at the foot of the mountain. Once this bodhisattva came out, there were more residents at the foot of the mountain."

"Who is the body Bodhisattva?"

"I don't know about this. No matter the people in the temple or the pilgrims who come to worship, they must be accompanied by the abbot to worship the bodhisattva in the flesh... Moreover, the abbot never allows others to touch the bodhisattva in the flesh!"

I nodded thoughtfully: "Do you know that the abbot was originally a disciple of Maoshan Sect?"

Shi Wuming shook his head: "The abbot never mentioned his past to us. We lived together in the temple for more than [-] years, and we didn't even know his layman's name."

"So mysterious?"

"Hehe..." He smiled slightly, and then stretched out his finger to point around the temple, "There used to be countless fierce ghosts around this temple, which harassed Ciyun Temple day and night, and the abbot let them go time and time again out of compassion. They, the more times they are used, the more they will be gradually influenced, and the number of ghosts will gradually decrease!"

"Have you all left?"

"probably."

Shi Wuming chatted with me for a long time, and asked me to tell him some things down the mountain. They stayed on the mountain for too long, and occasionally someone lived in the temple. They naturally wanted to chat for a while to relieve their depression.

The majestic bell rang in the temple, and Shi Wuming left. It was time for evening classes.

In the temple, every morning and evening, the bell will ring one hundred and eight times, and I don't know what it means.

I went back to my room, stuffed a few pieces of talisman paper and red thread on my body, and took a lot of small copper bells and copper coins.

While they were having evening classes, I ran outside the temple and pulled a red rope and a heartless copper bell in some hidden places around the temple. If anything approached, the copper bell would ring.

In order to step up my precautions, I also buried some talismans in the ground next to the red rope.

These talismans are all purple. Daoist Nian'an gave me the big hole seal. Now there is no pressure to draw talismans below silver, but there is not enough material.

A purple talisman can definitely injure a ghost that has been around for hundreds of years, and with other facilities, it is not difficult to wipe it out.

In fact, there are many types of talismans, including offensive ones, such as the filth-breaking talisman, auxiliary ones, such as the talisman, and healing ones, such as the medicine talisman!
The most difficult thing to draw here is the medicine talisman, and the easiest one is the auxiliary one.

I put a simple two-form array around each copper bell and talisman to enhance some effects.

A total of twelve places were laid out around the temple. After the completion, they clapped their hands with satisfaction!
At the back of the temple, I looked at the scenery of the mountain behind. The back is still a mountain, constantly rising and falling, and I don't know where it stretches.

The old man Chen Yuming left from here. I don't know if he has reached his old friend's house.

The night finally fell, and the monks finished their evening classes.They all rushed to their meditation rooms, and the few young monks who had been guarding the Hall of Compassionate Heart also left. It should be the abbot who asked them to leave.

I went to the Daxiong Hall alone to have a look. There are a total of [-] Buddha statues here, and I recognize very few of them.

But when I saw two people, I was immediately happy. I actually saw the Buddha statues of the Reincarnation King and the Wheel-Turning King here!

The two of them are Buddhists, and they went to the underworld to be officials, but they didn't expect to see them here.

However, the portrayal of the scholar is too ugly. If it weren't for the judge's pen and the reincarnation wheel in his hand, I really wouldn't recognize him.

Speaking of the King of Reincarnation, I don’t know what happened to the scholar, Bi and An... Bi once said that he would personally come up and kill Wang Zhenyu. A person as strong as him should be able to keep his word, but now Being suppressed by Zhong Kui at the bottom of the Wangchuan River, I am afraid that I will not be able to protect myself!
When looking at the golden body of the King of Reincarnation, I thought of some good people in the underworld, especially Zhang Xiaoxiao. She is just a delicate little girl, but she has to suffer from the evil spirit erosion every day. I don't know if she can bear it!

When I was looking at the golden body of the reincarnation king, the abbot's voice sounded behind me.

"Do you know the power of faith?"

I searched in my mind. People in the group mentioned the power of faith when I popularized the upper body of the patriarch with me. The power of faith we pray or worship is called the power of faith, and the object of worship or prayer The received power is called will power.

When the power of will and the power of faith reach a certain level, a certain kind of intercommunication will be realized between the two. At that time, the spell of the upper body of the patriarch will be effective, and the prayed patriarch will be summoned by this power of thought Appear.

"It seems you know!" said the abbot.

I nodded.

"Most of the pilgrims who come to this temple have gone to worship the Buddha, and the other Buddhas have received very little vow power... But although the Buddha has a lot of power to accept vows, tens of thousands of believers continue to use the power of vows to communicate with each other, so the Buddha The number of times that can be manifested is the least, far inferior to Arhat and King of Reincarnation."

I listened and said, "You mean, if I use these powers of faith, maybe I can manifest the king of reincarnation?"

"That's right...but the chances are extremely small, just like the dust in the starry sky, but if the person who uses the power of faith has a certain connection with the person who accepts the power of will, they may be able to sense that the chance of success will be greatly increased Increase!"

I was stunned when I heard that the current king of reincarnation is a scholar, I am a good friend with him, and I am also the next king of reincarnation, there should be a lot of connections, if I use these powers of faith, the chance of success Wouldn't it be greatly increased?
(End of this chapter)