A seal of immortality

Chapter 230 Subduing Demons and Eliminating Demons
The sky gradually darkened, and the two moonstones emitted soft white light, illuminating the entire courtyard.

The streets were completely dark, because a large number of young children disappeared during this period, causing panic. When it was dark, everyone closed the doors tightly, especially those with children, took the children back to the house early, and stood aside with sticks .

Zhao Dayou is a native of Guangning County. His ancestors have made a living by selling chaos for generations. When he was 23 years old, his father asked a matchmaker to tell him about a marriage. The next year, his wife gave birth to a big fat boy. Boy, this made Zhao Dayou very happy, so he set up a banquet for his neighbors.

Not long after the son was born, Zhao Dayou took the two old hens at home and asked the old scholar at the opposite door to name his son Zhao Ming, which means blockbuster.

After having a son, Zhao Dayou became more diligent. He went out to set up a stall before dawn, and often came back after midnight. He was a little tired, but it was worth it for his son to go to a private school.

When Zhao Ming was five years old, Zhao Da sent his son to a private school run by an old scholar with the money he had saved. He hoped that his son could get a good name in the exam and not have to sell chaos on the street like him.

Zhao Ming also lived up to Zhao Dayou's expectations. At the age of seven, he was able to read "Three Character Classics", "Hundred Family Surnames" and "Thousand Characters", and was known as a child prodigy. At the age of 13, Zhao Ming took part in the children's examination and became a The youngest scholar in Guangning County entered the county school and was even received by the county magistrate.

The neighbors all said that Zhao Ming came down to earth as a Wenqu star, and his son came down to earth as a Wenqu star, and Zhao Dayou's father, who was a Wenqu star, followed suit, and those who had children in private schools all bought chaotic food from Zhao Dayou, saying that he was a Wenqu star. Zhao Dayou laughed from ear to ear when he heard this.

Seeing that it was almost time for the triennial township examination, Zhao Dayou went out of business before dawn, hoping to earn more money for his son to go to the provincial capital to take the township exam.

But recently, Zhao Dayou didn’t leave the stall until dawn, and came back as soon as it got dark. It’s not that he’s lazy, but that many young children have disappeared for no apparent reason, and the 14-year-old grandson of the old man next door has also disappeared. , This made Zhao Dayou very nervous. As soon as it got dark, he stood by his son with a stick, for fear that his son would also be taken away.

In the house, Zhao Ming was sitting by the table, holding a book of poems in his hand and studying hard by the faint light from the oil lamp on the table.

Suddenly, there was a snoring sound outside the door, the sound was very loud.

Zhao Ming frowned, smiled wryly, got up and took a quilt from the bed, pushed open the door, a black-faced man was holding a wooden stick in his hand, his eyes were closed, he seemed to be asleep, the black-faced man The big man is exactly Zhao Dayou.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Ming felt warm in his heart. Ever since a young child disappeared, his father kept guarding the door with a stick every day, for fear that he would also be taken away.

He secretly made up his mind that he must get a good name in order to repay his father's kindness in nurturing him. He sighed and covered Zhao Dayou with the quilt in his hand.

"Who...ah! Ming'er, it's you!" Zhao Dayou suddenly opened his eyes, his face was full of guard, and he breathed a sigh of relief after seeing clearly that it was Zhao Ming.

"Father, it's Yin time, it's almost dawn, the thief probably won't come, you go back and rest! You have to set up a stall tomorrow, how can you do it without rest," Zhao Ming persuaded.

"It's okay, dad will stay here, you can study in it with peace of mind," Zhao Dayou yawned and said indifferently.

"But you... snoring so loudly that it made me study. You'd better go back and rest! Otherwise, you'll sleep in my room, and you'll catch a cold if you sleep outside."

Hearing this, Zhao Dayou smiled sheepishly, shook his head, and said, "Forget it, it's almost dawn anyway, and the thieves probably won't come. I'll go back to sleep, and you should go to bed early too!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Dayou yawned, stuffed the quilt on Zhao Ming's hand, got up and walked towards another room.

Seeing this, Zhao Ming nodded, turned around and walked back into the house.

After closing the door, Zhao Ming suddenly found a man in black in the room. The man was wearing a silver grimace mask, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

Zhao Ming was startled, he opened his mouth and was about to shout, the man in black appeared in front of Zhao Ming with a sway, a rag covered Zhao Ming's mouth and nose, not long after, Zhao Ming felt his eyes darkened, Passed out.

The man in black stuffed a rag into Zhao Ming's mouth, and after a spell sounded, he made a tactic with one hand, and after a flash of yellow light under his feet, he carried Zhao Ming into the ground and disappeared without a sound.

Not long after, when he appeared on the ground, he suddenly appeared in a secluded courtyard without a single figure.

Just when the man in black appeared on the ground, a faint voice suddenly came from behind:
"Amitabha Buddha, almsgiver, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn your head and be right."

The black-faced man was startled, turned around hastily, and suddenly found a bald-headed monk wearing a yellow robe behind him, and it was Shandao monk.

"Old bald donkey, I advise you not to meddle in your own business, and worship your Buddha and recite your scriptures," the man in black fixed his eyes on the monk Shandao, and said in a hoarse voice,

"Amitabha Buddha, my Buddha is merciful, all living beings are equal, and all things have spirits. The donor is a cultivator of immortals. If he doesn't practice well in the realm of cultivating immortals, why should he go to the secular world to harm ordinary people? Why don't you just listen to the poor monk and put down the butcher knife? "Monk Shandao clasped his hands together and said calmly.

"Hmph, equality? It's all bullshit. You say equality. They are also immortal cultivators. Those who have sects or families rely on them don't have to take any risks. They just need to practice with peace of mind. We casual practitioners have to fight with our lives to have Is it fair for Lingshi to maintain cultivation?" The man in black snorted softly and said with some dissatisfaction.

"The government also recruits casual cultivators. With the ability of the benefactor, he should be able to get a good position. There is no need to go to the secular world to harm ordinary people."

"Hmph, I'm not interested in being a running dog of the royal family, old bald donkey, you really want to spoil my good deeds," a cold light flashed in the eyes of the man in black.

"A good thing? If the benefactor is just giving porridge, it is indeed a good thing, but it is not a good thing to use mortals to practice evil skills, am I right? Li Dashan," the monk Shandao shook his head and said in a deep voice.

"Hey, since you know my identity, I can't say I'm going to keep you here. I just want to learn about the magical powers of Buddhism, but before you fight, can you let me settle this mortal? If it's because of our It’s not good if you hurt this person in a fight, am I right? A merciful master,” the man in black rolled his eyes and suggested.

"My Buddha is merciful, and the poor monk has no objection," Monk Shandao nodded and agreed wholeheartedly.

The man in black couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief when he heard the answer from the monk Shandao. He put the unconscious Zhao Ming in the corner of the yard, took out a talisman, and slapped Zhao Ming away.

After a "poof", a pale white light curtain emerged from Zhao Ming's body, tightly protecting it inside.

"Old bald donkey, since you are looking for death, don't blame me for being rude," the man in black sneered, and slapped his right hand on the storage bag, holding a palm-sized black flag in his hand.

As soon as this flag appeared, a gloomy air permeated the air, causing the surrounding temperature to suddenly drop by a few points.

After the mana was injected, the banner rose against the wind and became about ten feet in size. The banner was covered with human-shaped faces. These faces included men, women, old and young. With an expression of extreme pain, it looked very terrifying.

"Ghost banner? Amitabha, this ghost banner is entwined with dark energy. It seems that there are a lot of mortals who died in the hands of the benefactor. In this case, the poor monk can only accept the benefactor for the Buddha," Shandao monk first changed his expression, Then he sank suddenly, and for the first time a serious look appeared on his face.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter who will take it!" The man in black snorted softly, sneered, his lips moved a few times, and then he held the black flag and waved it wildly.

A moment later, the black flag lit up with a dazzling black light, and then a large black mist emerged, covering the figure of the man in black. There were bursts of miserable ghost cries in the black mist, which made people feel terrified. Shocked.

The black mist rolled and churned, and then one after another, fierce ghosts with disheveled hair rushed out of the black mist, and accompanied by the shrill ghost cry, they rushed towards the monk Shandao.

From the appearance, these ghosts seem to be ordinary people, and there are many eleven or twelve-year-old children among them, but at this time, their eyes are blood red, their faces are pale, their fingers are like hooks, and they look very terrifying.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful," the monk Shandao recited a Buddhist saying, pouring the mana into the string of beads on his chest.

The entire Buddhist bead radiated great light, and at the same time, amidst bursts of Sanskrit sounds, it automatically floated up and turned into dozens of seven-color runes, and quickly rushed towards these ghosts.

As soon as the seven-color rune came into contact with these ghosts, they screamed, and most of them disappeared into bursts of blue smoke. Only a few ghosts saw that the situation was not good, and fled back into the black mist.

Buddhism is born to restrain demons and ghosts. The man in black actually used ghosts to deal with monk Shandao. I don't know if he is stupid or has other plans.

Monk Shandao's expression moved, and the round bowl in his hand glowed with a seven-color light, which quickly turned into a seven-color light curtain to protect it inside.

As soon as he finished all this, a green claw bumped into the seven-color light curtain, and there was a scream, and a puff of green smoke came out of the green claw.

I saw a pale and bloodless humanoid female ghost who appeared behind the Shandao monk at some unknown time. It seemed that she was planning to sneak attack the Shandao monk, but she was discovered by the Shandao monk.

Monk Shandao's lips squirmed quickly, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds rang out. Hearing these Sanskrit sounds, the female ghost was in great pain, covered her ears with her hands, and struggled on the ground.

After a while, the mantra disappeared.

Seeing this situation, the female ghost's face became happy, and she was about to flee far away, but at this moment, a swarm of Buddhist beads dropped from the sky, wrapped around the female ghost, and suddenly tightened.

The female ghost let out a scream, bursts of blue smoke rose from her body, and her body trembled wildly.

Monk Shandao's lips moved slightly, the mantra sounded again, and the Buddhist beads glowed with seven-color rays of light. After a while, the female ghost turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared.

It took only a few breaths of time from monk Shandao to kill the female ghost, and the man in black had no time to save her.

"Youlan, I want to kill you, my ghost slave, I must cut your body into thousands of pieces to vent my anger," the angry voice of the man in black came from the black mist.

As soon as the words fell, there were a few "嗖" and "嗖", two rays of light, one red and one black, flashed out of the black mist, and shot towards Monk Shandao.

There were two "bang" and "bang", and the two rays of light were blocked by the seven-color light curtain. It was a red flying knife and a black long sword.

The red flying knife and the black long sword continuously attacked the seven-color light curtain, causing the seven-color light curtain to make loud noises, but they did not break the seven-color light curtain.

"Go," Monk Shandao tapped lightly towards the black mist, and the string of Buddhist beads turned into dozens of seven-color runes, shooting towards the black mist.

The Buddha beads flew into the black mist like mud into the sea, but with the sound of Sanskrit, a burst of light of seven colors lit up in the black mist, followed by the scream of the man in black.

A moment later, a tall figure surrounded by black air jumped out of the black mist.

The tall figure with blue face and fangs, wearing a white Taoist robe and a thick iron armor, stretched out his hands, his ten fingers were extremely black and extremely sharp, he was like an iron armored zombie.

"kill him."

Following the order from the man in black, the armored zombie let out a low growl, and quickly jumped towards the monk Shandao.

At this time, under the attack of the red flying knife and the black long sword, the light of the seven-color light curtain was a bit dim. If this armored corpse joined the attack, it might not last long.

Monk Shandao also understood this point, he saw his lips moved slightly, and he made a tactic with one hand, and the string of Buddhist beads flew out of the black mist, turning into dozens of seven-color runes and surrounding the armored zombie.

"receive."

As soon as Monk Shandao said this, the seven-color rune suddenly tightened, temporarily binding the armored zombie.

With a scream, bursts of white smoke rose from the iron-clad zombie, roaring incessantly, trying to break free from the shackles of the Buddha beads.

But no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't break free from the shackles of the beads.

Monk Shandao raised his right hand, and a silver talisman came out of his hand, and quickly and accurately stuck it on the armored zombie. With a "poof", the silver talisman turned into a ball of silver flames, burning on the iron armored zombie. The zombie let out screams, and it didn't take long for the armored zombie to turn into a pile of ashes.

At the same time, more than a dozen head-sized red fireballs flashed out of the black mist and shot towards Monk Shandao.

Monk Shandao's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly poured mana into the round bowl, and the seven-color light curtain suddenly became thicker.

There were several loud bangs, and the seven-color light curtain shook a few times, blocking the attack of the fireball.

After the flames dissipated, the man in black had long since disappeared, and Zhao Ming was still lying in a corner of the yard, unconscious.

Monk Shandao frowned, first he walked quickly to Zhao Ming's side, and after confirming that his life was not in danger, he nodded, his figure flickered, and he appeared outside the courtyard, chasing after him in a certain direction.

(End of this chapter)