My Years in the Folklore World

Chapter 155: Ear

early morning.

There was smoke rising from the mourning hall.

After the relatives heard the news, they came to pay their respects one after another. But at this moment, an unexpected person came outside.

It turned out to be a fat monk.

The monk smiled. He had kind eyes and a healthy body, except for two red moles on the left corner of his mouth. One was as big as a coin, and the other as small as a grain of corn. The two moles overlapped each other, giving him a strange sense of imbalance.

But in Jiang Xinghuo's eyes, the smile on the big monk's face seemed more and more wrong. Beneath that compassionate Maitreya smile, there was an indescribable weirdness and strangeness.

"you are……"

Looking at the uninvited monk, Father Chen showed a look of confusion on his face.

"Ah Buddha, I am Erjianlian, and I have heard that your madam has unfortunately passed away. I have come to pay my respects to you and would like to chant sutras for you to transcend to the Pure Land, so that you can escape the suffering of samsara as soon as possible."

The big monk clasped his hands together, and although his words were plain, as if he was talking about something ordinary, there was a magical power in his words that made people believe his words involuntarily.

"Master, be merciful. Thank you for your help..."

Upon hearing this, Chen's father quickly led the monk into the mourning hall.

After the abbot entered the mourning hall, he sat cross-legged on a cushion, took out two wooden fish from his waist, and then chanted the "Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" while striking the wooden fish.

Jiang Xinghuo was watching coldly from the side. He wanted to see what tricks the monk was going to play.

"At that time, all the Buddhas and great Bodhisattvas from the innumerable worlds in the ten directions came together to praise Shakyamuni Buddha for being able to display inconceivable great wisdom and supernatural powers in the five turbidities and evil times, and to subdue stubborn sentient beings..."

"At that time, the Tathagata smiled and emitted hundreds of thousands of billions of great light clouds, namely, the great perfect light cloud, the great compassion light cloud, the great wisdom light cloud, the great prajna light cloud, the great samadhi light cloud, the great auspicious light cloud..."

As the scriptures were chanted, the smoke lingering in the mourning hall seemed to be attracted and transformed into an illusory lotus platform around the monk's body, making him look like a high-level monk.

Such a miraculous scene shocked the people around. Some people even exclaimed and called him a living Buddha.

More than an hour passed before the monk stopped chanting, opened his eyes, put away the wooden fish, and stood up from the ground.

"Thank you for your mercy, Master!"

Father Chen hurried forward to thank him, holding an envelope in his hand, wanting to give the monk some money for incense.

But the monk politely declined Mr. Chen's kindness, bowed, and left the mourning hall on his own.

"I'll go see the Master off..."

Jiang Xinghuo made up an excuse and followed the monk downstairs.

"Why do you want to follow me, benefactor?"

The big monk suddenly turned around and asked Jiang Xinghuo behind him.

"Master, since you are a monk, you should know the Five Precepts and Ten Virtues of Buddhism. The first one is not to kill. But now you are killing people for no reason just for your own selfish reasons. Aren't you afraid of falling into the Avici Hell?"

There was a gleam in Jiang Xinghuo's eyes, and a small glowing pupil slowly emerged, having seen through the monk's true colors.

"Angry Monk (rare relic), a Buddhist born from the power of karma, with a heart full of anger and resentment. The more karma he creates, the stronger he becomes. Innate ability: Karma Devil."

"Karma Demon: With the power of karma, the target can enter the demon's illusion, see the most horrifying scenes in the depths of the heart, and thus bewitch people, disturb their spirits, make them mentally unstable, and finally commit suicide."

After hearing what Jiang Xinghuo said, the smile on the big monk's face gradually disappeared, and a fierce light flashed under his fat.

“Donor, you can eat whatever you want, but you cannot say anything you want. Those who slander Buddha will go to the blood pond hell.” As he spoke, the monk struck the wooden fish at his waist.

Two guardian demon-subduing Vajra rose from the ground, and the surrounding environment also changed. The sky became as dark as lead and was filled with a strong smell of blood.

With a "puff" sound.

Jiang Xinghuo looked down and saw a stream of sticky blood surging up from the soles of his feet, flooding his knees in an instant.

"Anyone who slanders Buddha, destroys gods, disrespects others, is unfilial to parents, is dishonest, or follows crooked ways will be thrown into the blood pond hell after death."

Erjianlian chanted the Buddha's name and waved his right hand. The two Dharma protectors beside him also swung their fists and smashed towards Jiang Xinghuo.

"It's a bit interesting..."

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the two Vajra statues with great interest. The magic power in his body flowed through his internal organs and turned into a dark lightning that flowed like ink and submerged the two Vajra statues in an instant.

"Ok?"

Erjianlian was also stunned. He obviously didn't expect that the guardian Vajra he summoned would be so fragile.

But before he could react, Jiang Xinghuo's figure had disappeared from his sight.

Erjianlian thought to himself that something was wrong. He looked around with his Dharma eyes and could only barely see a ray of golden light, moving as fast as lightning in the sea of ​​blood he had created.

The big monk was a little panicked, because his inherited relics and abilities did not make him good at direct combat with others.

It is only suitable to assist teammates. If you rush into a head-on fight with others, there is a high probability that there will be no good ending.

Moreover, he had just used his "Karma Demon" ability on Jiang Xinghuo, but it had no effect.

Thinking of this, Erjianlian had already begun to consider retreating. He turned his wrist and a golden bowl appeared in his palm. He put the blood pool into it and turned around and slipped away.

"Want to run?"

When Jiang Xinghuo saw that the other party was trying to escape, he wanted to give him a ruthless blow, so he killed the evil monk directly.

But then he thought again, he didn't know if he had any accomplices, so he used shadow tricks, hid himself in the shadows, and followed him quietly.

Er Jianlian was so focused on escaping that he didn't pay attention to what was behind him. But even if he had noticed, he wouldn't have been able to find Jiang Xinghuo.

Soon, the monk came to an abandoned factory.

"Bald, why are you so embarrassed?"

A young man in white clothes walked out of the factory, looked at Erjianlian's appearance, and made sarcastic remarks with a smile on his face.

Erjianlian was not angry, he shook his head and said: "I met a tough guy, I can't beat him, I am lucky to be able to escape back."

"It's not that you escaped back, it's that they took the initiative to let you come back."

At this time, another voice was heard.

Follow the sound.

A young man in black with disheveled hair appeared on the platform on the second floor.

Er Jianlian's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice: "Fan Yue, what do you mean by this?"

The young man in black ignored him and just looked behind Er Jianlian and said, "Mr. Jiang, we meet again. Why don't you show your true identity for a while?"

(End of this chapter)