The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the Western Buddhist world, in the wild mountains, thousands of monks in green walk forward with Zen sticks to kill demons and exorcism.

"Old man, can you make some fast food?"

In front of a small courtyard, the ascetic monk stopped, looked at the old man in the courtyard and said.

Inside the courtyard, the old man saw the monk in green outside, opened the fence made of wood and said, "master, please come in."

"Thank you, old man."

The monk in Green said thanks and walked to the hospital.

"Old man, give me some food."

The old man took the bowl in the monk's hand and walked toward the room with a trembling voice.

Soon, the old man came with the meal and handed it to the monk in front of him.

"Thank you very much."

The monk in Green took the meal and began to eat with a tired face.

The old man stood by and watched the monk wolf down his meal. He looked calm and didn't have much difference.

It was not the first time that he saw these ascetic monks. They were all good people who killed demons and exorcised evil spirits for the world, and they were deeply admired by the world.

The monk in green clothes didn't stay much after fasting, so he got up and left.

The old man watched the monk leave before he was sent to the hospital.

There are many monsters in the wild mountains. Some passers-by are scared by monsters, and their tracks are revealed. Soon, some monks in green will come to accept these monsters.

The ascetic monks never receive money from the common people. At most, they can only make a bowl of fast food. Therefore, the ascetic monks in the Western Buddhist world are deeply respected.

But I don't know why, the evil things and spirits in the Western Buddhist world are far more than those in other parts of the divine world, and thousands of monks in green clothes can't kill all the evil things together.

Not long after the old man saw off the monk, a figure with white hair and plain clothes came out of the courtyard. He looked at the mountain in front of him, and his cold eyes flashed.

It's said that there is a big temple in the mountain. It's a famous Buddhist temple nearby. An old monk in the temple has incomparable Buddhism. He can light up the tools of the Dharma, transcend the souls of the dead and become a Buddha.

It's not surprising to shine on the Dharma utensils and let the spirits of the dead go to heaven. However, ordinary Buddhists can't do it.

"Immortal, haven't you arrived yet?"

Ning Chen shoulder, small gourd drags a wisp of hair, open mouth to ask a way.

"Soon."

Ning Chen's eyes look at the towering and majestic mountains in front of him.

"Monster!"

At this time, in the courtyard, the old man saw the villain talking on the shoulder of the white haired man outside the courtyard and said in fear.

Little gourd heard the old man's cry, big eyes looked over, pouted his mouth, said, "I'm not a monster."

"Monster."

After three or two steps, the old man turned around and ran back to the house.

"Immortal."

"I'm not a monster," he said

"Little gourd is a fairy, not a monster of course."

Ning Chen's cold face smiles and answers.

After hearing the master's advice, little gourd soon regained his mood and began to play by himself.

Ning Chen looked at the small courtyard beside him, thought thoughtfully, and immediately walked towards the mountain ahead.

Buddha's spirit, there are Buddhists here just now.

Ascetic monks?

Ning Chen with a small gourd into the mountain, into the forest, small gourd seems to have entered his home, happy barefoot everywhere.

"Be careful not to meet the beast and eat you."

Rear, Ning Chen mouth reminds a way.

"I'm not afraid of beasts."

Small gourd said a word back, continue to run forward happily.

Ning Chen slowly follows behind, looking at the endless mountain forest ahead, looking for the trace of the temple in the legend.

Unknowingly, half a day passed, the setting sun set in the west, and the sky darkened rapidly in the mountains.

"Ghost

When the sky is dark, in front of us, the tender voice of the little gourd rings, sharp and harsh.

Ning Chen hears speech, eyebrow light wrinkly, stepped to walk past.

In the woods ahead, the little gourd flew back quickly, hugged the former's arm and said, "immortal, there is a ghost."

"Not afraid."

Ning Chen soft voice comforted a, step forward to walk.

In the woods, there were ten figures floating in white, all of them women, their tongues sticking out.

Among the many wronged souls, the monk in green stands with a Zen stick. His whole body is full of Buddhist power and prevents the ghost from eating the body.

"Immortal, many ghosts."

Small gourd hides behind Ning Chen, small voice way.

"It's not a ghost."

Ning Chen calms a way, "is a wrong soul."

"What is the ghost?"

Little gourd didn't understand.

"When you die, you don't close your eyes. When you die, you don't lose your soul."

Ning Chen said faintly that these women, like the women outside the temple, did not die normally. It seems that this seemingly peaceful Western Buddhist world is not a pure land.In front of them, among the many wronged souls, the monk in Qing Yi stood aside with his staff, closed his hands, recited the Dharma mantra, and began to melt the wronged souls around him.

The monks chanted sutras, and the golden light filled the air, and the spirits around immediately screamed.

The ghost spirit gradually dissipated, and more than ten wronged souls returned to their original appearance. They were all women in their twenties and eighties. They were in their prime and died with hatred.

"Spare my life."

As the ghost spirit dissipated, ten wronged souls knelt down and begged for mercy, looking full of fear.

"Amitabha!"

The monk in green opened his eyes, and his whole body of Buddhist power surged. Without any mercy, he continued to chant scriptures, hoping to turn all these wronged souls into human beings.

"Well?"

At this time, the monk in green looked shocked. He looked at the white hair figure coming forward, and his eyes were dignified.

What's this?

Devil!

The real devil, the monk in green, is alert and nervous.

In front, ten wronged souls immediately fled in all directions.

"Amitabha!"

With a cold look, the monk in green stretched out his hand to hold the Zen stick and immediately gave it a good beating to the ground.

In an instant, the monks killed, and the Buddhist power diffused, and all the wronged souls were dispelled in an instant.

"Why kill them?"

Ning Chen comes forward, calm asks a way.

The monk in Green's clothes looked down and said, "ghosts and ghosts, who harm the world, can't be tolerated by the Buddha."

Ning Chen once heard, lightly ordered to nod, way, "that devil?"

"Kill me

In the eyes of the monk in green, the killing opportunity is exposed, and the way is clear.

"Let's go."

Finish saying, rather Chen passes by from the monk side, sword light is silent but rise, have no sign.

The green monk's throat, sword marks appear, immediately blood gushing, red mountain forest.

"Why did the immortal kill him?" Little gourd didn't understand.

"Why did he kill those souls?" Ning Chen didn't answer and asked in reverse.

"Because ghosts do harm." Little gourd replied.

"Why do ghosts harm people?" Ning Chen continues to ask a way.

Small gourd smell speech, cerebellum bag is insufficient immediately, cannot think of the answer.

"Because to live."

Ning Chen calm way, "just like the beast will prey on cattle and sheep, the purpose, just to live."

Little gourd face dew at a loss, feel reasonable, and feel some do not understand.

"Don't think so much."

Ning Chen said with a smile, "if I don't kill him, he will try to kill me. Buddha and devil can't coexist."

When the monk in green died, deep in the mountains and temples, the old Buddhists opened their eyes and looked ahead with a flash of light.

Is it magic?