Evil Dao Ghost Confucian Demon Monk

Chapter 159

If Wang Jitu knew about these enslaved outer sect disciples, and looked at the Lingshan Temple where he was, he would definitely find it extremely cute.

What the Lingshan Temple and his party entered was the 'Path of No Resentment'.

The scenery along the path is ordinary, just like an ordinary country road after rain, but it looks much gloomy.

The muddy road under the feet is slippery, the road is winding and has no end, and there is a poetic flavor of winding paths leading to secluded places.But as soon as Wang Jitu stepped into this path, he suddenly felt that the surrounding area was full of strange atmosphere.Countless voices of mourning could be heard even in the ears.

There is a woman in the boudoir who misses her husband so much that she becomes ill, but the husband is looking for flowers and willows outside, and gradually develops resentment.

There are resentments from scholars who study hard and devote themselves to being named in the gold list, but their names are lost.

Many monks who entered the path earlier lay on the ground with their heads buried, not knowing what they were doing.

Two of them were complaining to each other: "How did you come to this ghost place? Can this go to the Holy Land of Bodhi?"

Others were blaming each other, and even two monks were arguing, their bodies were flickering, and they were gesturing with their fingerprints, as if they were about to fight.

Beside Wang Jitu, a monk had trembling teeth and purple lips.He wanted to put his hands together, but he couldn't do so, his eyeballs protruded, and he kept chanting mantras, but after the word "Amitabha", he couldn't go on chanting.

This monk, Wang Jitu, recognized him. His name was Jianli. This monk had extraordinary aptitude. Although he was only from the generation of Jianzi, he was far superior to most monks from the generation of Xinzi. What's more, the calligraphy of Li had many strokes. This monk was able to write his name on the jade tablet. , which shows that its strength is not weak.

Looking at other monks, they are more or less neurotic.

Xinyi and Xintai were better off, they just had smirks on their faces, holding the Lingshi in their hands, looking like they were talking.The Xinzhao monk holding the vajra was touching his dantian at this moment, his face flushed as if he had been hit hard.

How did Wang Jitu know that even though this place is called the Path of No Resentment, there are countless resentments filling the path.At the beginning, Monk Yihan chose this path, thinking that Buddhist monks practiced the Dharma hard all the year round, and even if there were some minor problems, they would not be hurt by the resentment in the path. The bad monk.

Xinyi and Xintai are two statusless monks in Lingshan Temple, otherwise, one would not be mixed up in the Discipline Academy to do copying, and the other would be running around in the temple selling scrap "treasures in the furnace".

Xinzhao's dantian was broken by the monks of the Discipline Academy, and his cultivation base was destroyed. How deep should his resentment be?The other monks are also a group of impure fellows, with resentment in their hearts.One seemed to be suffering from great torture, and was provoked by resentment to cry father and mother and call Buddha Lord.

The resentment in the path is guided by resentment, which can directly attack people's mind.There is a demon in the mind, and at this time the demon is in chaos, even if the monk has the aura of body protection, it is impossible to guard against it.

On the other hand, Wang Jitu has a kind temperament, although he has resentment in his heart, he is ignorant and has not yet been attacked by resentment.

Looking around, the surrounding monks seemed to be infected, and they all became like this.

Looking at the people who buried their heads on the ground, they had all been disturbed by resentment and committed suicide.

Suddenly, a spell came out, like a gust of wind, immediately blowing away the resentment in the path.

There is no lack of masters among the monks, and with the help of magic spells, they gradually keep the Lingtai clear.After finally suppressing the inner demons, they all looked terrified.

Everyone followed the reputation, only to find that the person who chanted the mantra was a Thuta.

But there are still many people around who have not broken free from their inner demons.The veins on his face were throbbing, a sign that he was about to be destroyed by the demon.Among them, the monk Xinzhao of Lingshan Temple is the most terrifying. His eyes are protruding, his vajra is aimed tightly at his chest, and the hand holding the vajra is already bleeding, as if he is exerting great strength to resist the strange force.

"Ah!" Xinzhao finally couldn't bear it any longer, roared wildly, and threw out the vajra pestle in his hand, aiming at his own heart.

With a muffled bang, Wang Jitu stretched out his hands suddenly, and at the critical moment, he firmly grasped the vajra pestle, saving Xin Zhao's life.

But the crazy Xinzhao didn't appreciate it, instead he punched Wang Jitu in the chest.

Xinzhao's fist was fierce and unforgiving, Wang Jitu let out a muffled snort immediately, the devil energy in the skin and muscles quickly entangled to resist, and just now he blocked the blow.

When Wang Jitu sat down to adjust his breathing, he couldn't help but stare blankly at Xinzhao. Although he was unprepared just now, he had already practiced the magic skill to the second level, and it took so much effort to block it.This person only showed his edge a little, and he was so tyrannical.

In fact, the Wei Tuo Demon Conquerment Kungfu, as the body training method of Lingshan Temple, has its own unique features.This practice is extremely difficult but powerful.If ordinary people practice, it is absolutely difficult to reach the same level as Xinzhao in a short period of time.

However, Xinzhao is a natural freak, and in just one year, he has already practiced Wei Tuo's magic skills to a small degree.

Although Xinzhao fell into a state of madness at this time, his cultivation base has not weakened, but has become stronger.He only heard his tiger roar again and again, and his body grew up again and again.Every time a point is raised, the strength increases by one point.

Xinzhao's eyes were red, and he walked forward alone, looking like a madman, with a few punches, all the obstacles in front of him were smashed into powder.

There were several monks in Lingshan Temple who had recovered their sobriety, and they rushed to help Xinzhao, taking into account the feelings of fellow disciples.But as soon as he touched Xinzhao, he was thrown away by the fist wind aroused by Xinzhao.The monks all looked at Xinzhao in horror, but they couldn't even touch his fingers.

"Oh, what he has is a heart disease, and he needs heart medicine." Suddenly, a monk in fluttering white clothes came forward.The monk has a refined appearance and a peaceful expression, and he was not affected by the resentment in the path at all.

The elegant monk took out a strange flower from the champagne. The strange flower was blue, with filaments in the flower, and the filaments were connected to the center of the nine leaves beside the flower.

The elegant monk flashed his figure, and stood beside Xinzhao in the blink of an eye. He didn't approach Xinzhao, but just shook his hand, and the light of the light was born in his hand, constantly stimulating the fragrance of flowers, and the fragrance of flowers spread everywhere. Since the heart shines on the side.

Xinzhao's eyes suddenly darkened, then became clear, and was awakened by this elegant monk.The great monk gasped heavily, and his figure returned to normal.

There are monks waking up one after another in the path.

"As I said just now, what you suffer from is heart disease, and heart disease needs heart medicine.

Although the spiritual fragrance of Nine-leaf Lianxinhua can calm the mind and calm the mind, it is difficult to cure the root of the patients.After you go out, you must find the root of the disease yourself, and don't give up treatment. "The elegant monk talked eloquently to the Quartet.

Xinzhao was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Who are you?"

"Don't dare, I'm the little venerable pharmacist of Fenghuo Qilin Valley. It's called 'Leqianjin'. My consultation fee doesn't have to be as much as a thousand pieces of gold, but a thousand pieces of spiritual stones, a thousand pieces of spiritual weapons, and spiritual treasures, It's just enough." Le Qianjin giggled.

"Leqianjin? How to choose a girl's name." Xinzhao showed a rare smile on his face, but frowned and took out a pink champagne, and immediately took out a bag and said, "Here, here you are."

Le Qianjin took it gracefully, but just swept it away, and said in surprise: "You really gave me a thousand spirit stones, thanks for your patronage. If so, I will be a good person to the end. There is a lot of resentment here. Infected, all of you from Lingshan Temple will follow me, and you will be able to pass quickly."

Le Qianjin greeted a few people as she spoke.It turned out that he was not the only one in Fenghuo Qilin Valley, there were several white-clothed monks nearby.

Several monks shook their white robes and began to change their shapes.One of the little monks was walking in the middle, while Le Qianjin was walking and standing at the side. Several people were still moving their feet, as if they were lining up.

Xintai suddenly bowed to Toutuo who was standing by the path: "Thank you and leave the monk alone. But what kind of mantra are you reciting, and why can it eliminate the resentment on us."

Don't worry about Toutuo squinting his eyes and said: "You have a heart of injustice and anger. It's hard to get a pure heart, and you will be bewitched by the monster's resentment. But what I recite is the mantra of clearing the heart and enlightenment, which was created by Zen Master Wei Min of Lingshan Temple. A small mantra written by him is recorded in his reading experience. This book is placed in the category of Buddhist scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion. You are all dignified monks, haven’t you read it before?”

"The Buddhist scriptures that we must read to comprehend the exercises are enough to destroy our minds. How can we read other Buddhist scriptures when we have the leisure time." Xin Tai shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Oh!" Don't worry about Sha Mi nodded, his face remained unchanged, and walked towards Le Qianjin and the others while chanting a mantra.

The eyes of the youngest monk in Fenghuo Qilin Valley flashed brightly, and he murmured: "Old novice monk, your spell is similar to my Taoist 'Purity of Mind, Spirit and Wisdom'."

"Never mind!" Toutuo walked forward with cold eyes.

"Sun Qianfang, what's the matter?" Le Qianjin said fiercely to the little monk, but immediately bowed to the surroundings. "Tong Yan Wuji, great monks, don't blame me." Le Qianjin laughed and laughed to resolve the embarrassment.

But Wang Jitu smiled and said, "Don't worry about this Toutuo's dharma name, he is just so cold and arrogant, so don't take it to heart."

Le Qianjin laughed, and immediately concentrated on making the formula, and the wind and fire raged, and the speed of the group immediately increased several times, and the surrounding scenery quickly passed by in front of their eyes.

However, although the wind technique is strong, the spiritual power is consumed quickly, and it only lasted for a while, and the faces of several monks in the Fenghuo Qilin Valley turned pale.Le Qianjin quickly cut off the formula, and said with a pale face: "Let's walk for the rest of the journey, anyway, the resentment here has become very thin."

The monks nodded, it was true.After passing through the dangerous place full of resentment at the beginning, I finally came to a normal place, where the trees are lush, the wind blows the branches, and the branches collide with each other, making rustling sounds.

Xinyi put on airs and said: "The wind blows the branches, is it the wind that is moving, or the branches are moving."

Xintai also has an inscrutable look: "Hehe, neither the wind nor the tree moves, the heart of the benevolent moves."

The two were talking with stern faces, but they couldn't help but cheer each other up.

"Two cowards, in this dangerous place, they still use Buddhist stories to play tricks. See what's in the little pocket on the tree?" Xin Zhao looked at it as if he was facing an enemy.

The small bag on the tree swayed with the wind, and suddenly one bag was blown mouth down, and a ball of red stuff in the bag fell to the ground, suddenly turning into a ball of fire.

This is a blazing fire that brings warmth to people.But when they saw this fire, they somehow made these Buddhists feel filthy, as if fire could be infected with sins.

Xin Yi's teeth chattered: "Hell fire? No, the fire of hell is the fire of refining evil, it is impossible to have such a big evil spirit."

"That's the Evil Soul Fire. But how did it fall from the tree?" Xinzhao raised his vajra, his eyes full of ferociousness.

(End of this chapter)