Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Yuzhou.

At the foot of Ye Mountain.

A small village on the side of the Thousand Buddha Temple.

On the ridge outside the village, a small half-person high temple was built. It stands to reason that most of the people living in such small temples are the in-laws of the land, but otherwise, the Buddha sitting in the middle of the temple is an expressionless Buddha.

A man dressed as a villager squatted in front of the temple, exchanged fresh tributes for the Buddha, and inserted joss sticks. He had intended to bow down and bow his head. Unexpectedly, he stood up straight.

"Pooh."

It was actually a mouthful of saliva sprayed on the face of the Buddha statue.

After doing this disrespectful act, the man seemed to be guilty again, looked at both sides quickly, and then bent down and carefully wiped the Buddha statue clean.

He breathed a sigh of relief, got up, and looked back.

scare!

A huge donkey face almost stunned before his eyes.

On the back of the donkey, the short-haired Taoist asked:

"It's disturbing, may I ask..."

After speaking, the man screamed, covered his face and rushed into the village.

Hey.

The Taoist smiled.

What are you afraid of?

Is it possible that Niubi will inform the monk?

He shook his head, turned over, led the big green donkey and jingled the bells, and followed the man into the village.

……………………

Li Changan was outside the city of Yuzhou and got the advice of the store. He knew that at the foot of the mountain, in front of the century-old temple of Thousand Buddha Temple, there happened to be zombies eating people everywhere, and rumored to be dressed as a monk.

The Taoist thought that the corpse monk and the corpse Buddha seemed to be different, so he came here to hit his luck, and when he encountered this small village, he came to ask for a drink or two.

unexpectedly.

"aunt……"

"Ah!"

"Lao Zhang..."

"boom!"

...

After eating a few closed doors in a row, the Taoist priest scratched his head in depression. How the people in this village saw him, they all saw a ghost.

Fortunately, not long after, an old man greeted him on his own initiative.

"Don’t be angry with the Daoist Chief. Recently, there have been many people in Yuzhou City, and there have been a lot more right and wrong. Daoist Chief, you are tall and equipped with weapons. The citizens are shallow and inevitably afraid. What's more... "

The old man pointed at the small temple outside the village and smiled without saying a word.

Li Changan also inquired in Yuzhou City, and he knew how the monk of the Thousand Buddhas Temple was, but he was also funny.

"This monk doesn't do good things, what does it matter to me?"

"They are all monks."

The old man made a sloppy look and led the Taoist priest into the house.

"The villagers avoid me like a snake and scorpion, why does the old man dare to take me in?"

The old man smiled.

"First, I think Dao Chang is kind, not like an evil person; second, I am the Lizheng of this village, so I should have come forward; third, I also worshipped the Supreme Master before."

"It turned out to be the old layman in person."

Li Changan quickly got up and said "The Immeasurable Heavenly Lord".

Lao Lizheng also gave a salute and called out to the room again.

"Nanny, don't pour a bowl of water for the chief minister yet."

Suddenly, a little girl rushed in, put down the two bowls of water, did not wait for the Taoist "thank you" exit, and ran out again, hiding behind the door, timidly poking out two total corners.

The Taoist priest had no choice but to give this thank you to Lao Lizheng, who waved his hand and asked straightforwardly:

"But I don't know why the length comes from?"

Li Changan drank the bowl of water and said with a smile:

"Come here to kill demons and demons?"

"Oh." The old man jumped up, his eyes full of surprise, "Dao Master knows spells?"

"Slightly familiar, but..."

The Taoist priest wanted to say that he was still better at flat cutting than the poor spells in his hands. But the old man had already taken half of his words and hurriedly ran out of the door.

"Big guy, come here, there is a way to solve those weird things in the village!"

………………

In no time, the room was crowded with villagers in darkness, and Li Changan lost consciousness for a while. As a last resort, Lao Li was pushing them all into the yard, lining up to talk one by one.

Just got to the yard.

"Master! Master!"

Behind the pile of people, a sloppy man jumped his feet and shouted.

"Please say."

The man hurried in.

"My house is at the west end of the village. There is nothing strange in the past. Since a year ago, every night there has been a monster sneaking into the kitchen and licking the stove and the wooden barrel with his tongue."

monster? The Taoist priests aroused their spirits.

"What does that monster look like?"

"Seven or eight-year-olds are short and long, with only one foot trampling, but their tongues are wide and long."

The Taoist thought for a while, let alone, he really had an impression of this monster.

"It should be'Taste of Dirt'." He explained, "It's a little monster attracted by the dirt in the house. If you clean the house carefully, it will naturally leave."

"But..."

Li Changan looked at the sloppy man a few times. The countryman worked hard for his livelihood all day long and had little time to take care of himself. It was inevitable that he would be a little unkempt, but the man in front of him was exceptionally sloppy.

"After cleaning the house, you better take a hot bath again."

"Why?" The man was puzzled.

"Think about it, if you don't take a bath, the house will be clean at Jieshi, but you are not. Which one would you lick?"

Amidst the roar of laughter, the sloppy man was squeezed aside with red ears, and a sixty-year-old man carried a **** to take his place. The old man was covered with mud on his bare feet, thinking that he had just returned from the field.

"The little old man's family has been dead for many years, but recently I have been trying to dream, saying that my neck is tightened and I can't breathe. Is it a bad omen to help the little old man interpret the dream? Or is it a good omen?"

"Where is the bad luck?" The Taoist shook his head and asked rhetorically. "How long has it been since I went to the grave?"

Hearing this, the old man didn't answer for a while, only put the **** down in front of him, and sighed faintly.

"It's true that the Taoist Master is not a local, but he had escaped a few years ago. Back then, when he walked in a hurry, the bones of the Hun's family and the tablets of the ancestors were all lost in his hometown. In recent years, he has finally settled down. But the road is too messy, so I can't go back. Thinking about it carefully, it's estimated that it's seven or eight years."

The Taoist pondered for a while.

"When a person is alive, the soul resides in the body. If it does not return to the underworld after death, most of the soul resides in the tomb..."

The old man looked anxious.

"My Hun Family..."

Li Changan nodded.

"Lao Zhang, your deceased wife frequently dreams, saying that her neck was strangled and the tombstone was mostly strangled by vines. If you are interested, please ask a passerby to bring a message and let your relatives and friends in your hometown help you take care of the grave."

The old man looked in a trance and thanked him for resignation, and the court was also a little solemn for a while. It's probably because the villagers are in the same situation, so they are in love with each other.

"Dao Master, can I ask too?"

At this time, a crisp voice came in. The Taoist priest turned his eyes to see, but it was Lao Lizheng's little granddaughter behind the door who hesitated to speak.

"Naughty!"

Lao Li was scowling and scolded.

The Taoist priest hurriedly persuaded: "Children are not spiritually weak, and they are easy to see dirty things. Old laymen should not breathe, let the nuns talk."

The old man hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and agreed, and then the little girl continued to speak.

"I'm at home, and I always find something moving in the corner, but my grandfather always doesn't believe it. He also said that it is a mouse, but that thing clearly has no tail. Where is the mouse?"

"Is it what you said?"

The Taoist priest suddenly pointed to the eaves of the East Kitchen, and everyone in the field looked over.

Wow!

Suddenly, there was an uproar in the yard.

But seeing the angle between the blue tile and the bucket, on the wooden beams blackened by smoke, a few little guys are clustered around. The dark and fluffy ball, and there is no eye, ear, mouth and nose, it looks soft and fluffy. Surprised by everyone's gaze, there was a mess, and finally...

puff.

Scattered into a few soft grass ashes, following the sunlight seeping between the tiles, it floated down.

"That's smoke dumplings, a harmless little fairy, as for the reason for the appearance..."

The Taoist smiled and said to Lao Lizheng.

"Old layman, it's time for someone to clear the chimney of your house."

The old man nodded and thanked. Then, a rough peasant woman squeezed forward and spoke. Everyone around her called her "Xiu Cai Po".

"My poor family recently didn't know what plague they had suffered. I slept for three days and three nights the other day. When I woke up, I said that I became a high official in Juxiang Country in Mumao Prefecture and became a messenger. This is good. I don’t read the book anymore, I don’t take care of the fields, and the baby doesn’t care about it. I just lie in bed and dream all day long!"

"Apart from lethargy, is there a physical and mental hindrance?"

She gets angry at the mention of this.

"Hey! He sleeps when he is full and drunk. He lives better than pigs. What can be the hindrance?"

The woman talked more and more angry, and even the neighbors around her couldn't stop talking, and the Taoist priest quickly interrupted her chatter.

"Are there willow trees near your house?"

She patted the thigh.

"There is an old willow in the backyard."

"Is there an ant nest beside the willow tree?"

"Yep."

The woman nodded repeatedly.

"There is a nest under the tree."

"That's right."

The Taoist priest picked up the dead branch and dragged it on the ground.

"Mujiamao is a character for willow. The sentence-like person, the worm, is another name for the ant. In my opinion, it is your grandfather’s dream that occasionally interacts with the willow tree and the ant’s nest, and he does what he wants. After this beautiful dream of yellow beams, I felt so reluctant to give up."

Talking.

"Don't worry, Auntie."

The Taoist priest took out cinnabar, yellow paper, and writing brush from the bag on the back of the donkey.

"Pan Dao will write a talisman for you. Take it and burn it under the tree to keep the daydream that broke your family mate."

After a while, Huang Fushu, the woman quickly took it, but suddenly slapped her forehead.

"Master Dao wait a minute."

After speaking, Feng Feng Huo Huo rushed out, and it didn't take long before Feng Feng Huo Huo rushed back, but there was a small half basket of eggs in his hand.

"If there is no money in the family, the Taoist leader should not dislike it."

The villagers all learned a lot and received all kinds of thanks.

Li Changan picked some rice, vegetables, and fruits from it, and asked Lao Li to cook a meal for him, but all the rest was rejected.

………………

Several more questions and answers passed.

Li Changan discovered that most of the weird things the villagers said were their own wild thoughts, and most of the rest were little monsters and little monsters who were not climatic. The last few were more troublesome, but they were nothing but a yellow symbol.

Usually, these little troubles can be solved by the folk witch goddess. No matter how bad it is, paying tribute to the kitchen god, door god, and land **** can also drive away evil spirits to a certain extent. What's more, this village is still at the gate of Jialan Baodi, so the Buddha doesn't care about it?

The Taoist said this question.

Someone answered immediately.

"Monks just ask for tribute. Where can I wait for these ‘little things’?"

"In the early years, there was a goddess in the village near Zuo, but a while ago, the monks said she was a monster and beat him away with a stick."

"The monks also said that we are here as their dojo. Except for the Bodhisattva, no other gods are allowed, and even the door gods don't let us post them."

Everyone said something to me, and the sentiment was gradually surging, and even words such as "bald donkey" and "ghost music official" appeared.

I can't control it at first sight.

"Shut up!"

Lao Li was sullen and cursed.

"Don't cause trouble to Dao Chief."

The Taoist priest waved his hand again and again, and said with a smile:

"It's okay. I'm here this time and I want to ask everyone about something. I've been pursuing a monster. I don't know if you have any news?"

With that said, he took out the yellow shell book and turned to the page of the corpse Buddha. But on the pages of the book, the three-headed and six-armed monsters are vividly colored, almost coming out through the paper.

Suddenly, there was a audible silence in the field.

After a long time, someone hesitated to say: "This is not..."

"Speak carefully."

Lao Li is making good looks.

"After a lot of questions, the Taoist leader is also tired, so let's go away."

With that, all the villagers were actually driven away.

The Taoist priest was not angry, but quietly waited for Lao Li to give him an answer.

"Ugh."

The old man sighed.

"Does the Daoist know the origin of the three patriarchs of the Thousand Buddha Temple?"

The Taoist nodded. Yan Xinglie also mentioned the story of the Thousand Buddha Temple before.

"The three divine monks, empty view, empty nature, and empty Yan, sacrificed themselves to suppress demons, and the poor Dao admired them very much."

"That Dao long knows, it is said that after the death of the three monks, the golden bodies became one, which is the appearance of these three heads and six arms sitting on the lotus platform..." Lao Li was pointing to the yellow shell book and said solemnly, "If this is to let the temple The masters see, I’m afraid they won’t let it go."

Although the Taoist priest didn't care, he knew that they were kindly persuading him, so he just nodded his head and put away the book.

"But it's a poor man."

Seeing this, Lao Li was relieved, but frowned again and asked: "Is this the three-headed six-armed monster that the Taoist wants to inquire about?"

"That's not the case." The Taoist priest smiled, "It's just a temporary surprise."

He informed Lizheng about the news of the corpse monk in Yuzhou City. The old man thought for a moment and said:

"There was such a rumor before, which caused panic in the village, but recently there has been no news."

Lao Li wandered on the spot for a few steps, then suddenly spoke.

"If the Daoist really wants to find it, maybe I can go there..."

…………………………

"Is it here?"

Li Changan led a big green donkey standing in the ruins of a fire burnt up.

Lao Jia was saying that it is rumored that everyone in this village was killed by a corpse monk. The victim's body was infected with evil corpses and was imprisoned by the monk in the temple, and was overtaken by fire.

At this time, the setting sun was red.

The evening wind passed through the empty door, and some cold wailing sounded.

Li Changan's eyes were cold, and the flow was like electricity. Several wild dogs whimpered and fled with their tails.

He just leaned over and looked at the corpses under his feet that had been dug out from the rubble by wild dogs.

The corpse was scorched, with limbs curled up, making it unclear.

One had a sunken head, which should have been crushed by a blunt weapon; the other had separated the head and had a flat fracture, which should have been shaved off with a single knife... Taoist priests raised their heads to the dragon jade, but they smelled like a scorched nose, but nothing happened. The slightest evil.

Killed by demons?

evil Dead?

Ah.

The Taoist sneered and raised his head.

On the scorched ruins, three broken Buddha statues were nestled together, as if they were three-headed and six-armed. The setting sun covered it with blood, and the sad wind seemed to be whispering.

Sanshen...Buddha?

Li Changan stood by the sword, feeling something in his heart.

It seems that the Demon Cavern has to go through.