You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 50 Evil Buddha
Since coming to this world, Zuo Chen has seen the natural "ghost energy" and the cultivated "ghost energy", and the two are very different.

The former was the accumulation of many deaths, the footsteps left by the souls after they left. In Zuo Chen's eyes, it appeared as streaks of black, just like the scene he saw in the ghost village at the beginning.

The latter is the result of the accumulation of disasters and calamities by some people, and is the result of the murders committed by ghost cultivators. It looks smelly and disgusting in Zuo Chen's eyes, and is incompatible with the innate spiritual energy in his body.

After entering Xuzhou, Zuo Chen saw the ground full of ghost energy and knew that this area had been tampered with.

Originally, Zuo Chen thought that when he came to the monk's village, he would be able to see the bright light of merit in the temple, which would sweep away all the evil spirits around. However, he did not expect that the place with the most evil spirits in the entire village was actually in the temple.

Zuo Chen picked up the relic and stared at the monk.

He raised his head again and looked towards the temple.

Monks are full of merits, while temples are full of evil spirits.

Weird.

"Monk, are you sure your Buddha statue is inside your temple?"

"Yes." The monk was confused: "The carpenter at that time carved it according to my face. It is very similar."

Zuo Chen was silent for a few seconds, then simply injected some spiritual energy into the monk, twisted the relic, and let the monk see it with his own eyes.

The monk stared at the temple and cried out:

"Oh my god! There's something dirty in my house! It's pitch black!"

"This is ghost energy. Generally speaking, it is either the execution ground where the butcher killed people, or the dungeon where corpses are piled up. Or it may be that someone deliberately did evil and prescribed some vicious prescription." Zuo Chen explained.

"I don't do this kind of thing in my house." The monk blew his beard and glared, obviously angry: "I helped so many people, and no one died in my house, how can there be such disgusting black smoke?"

"Then someone must have tampered with it." Zuo Chen said, "Let's go and take a look."

When the group arrived at the door, the donkey was tied there again. This time it seemed to be used to it and didn't even make a sound. It just lay there with its back resting.

After entering the village, the surroundings were desolate. The soil on the ground had been lifted up and there was not a single blade of grass to be seen. I'm afraid all the grass had been eaten.

After walking two more steps, I saw a slope in the depression. There were several deep pits dug on it, but no one knew where the soil inside had gone.

I guess it was eaten up by someone.

Walking along the path, we finally arrived at the entrance of Banpo Temple. While other places were dilapidated, this place was very clean, without much clutter and no objects were broken. There was only a thick layer of dust, indicating that no one had been here for a long time.

Once you push the door open and go in, you can see that the surroundings are completely different from ordinary temples. There is no place for chanting Buddha's name, only a hall, next to the hall is the kitchen, and next to the kitchen is the warehouse. Right behind these three rooms, the ground is neatly plowed and is a farmland for farming.

The land was naturally barren, a little dry, and the soil was neither black nor fertile.

The monk in the relic showed nostalgia in his eyes.

At first, he and his fellow villagers shared their rice and ate soup in this small courtyard.

But I can't see anyone at this moment.

But immediately, the monk frowned again and looked up at the hall in front of him.

At this moment, the wooden door of the hall was closed, and a dark and foul smell was emitting outside.

He actually didn't quite understand what the Taoist priest had just explained to him. He only knew that the black stuff that was now overflowing was not good, a disaster, and the kind of thing that only evil people who kill people without hesitation and are bloodthirsty would like.

But he felt wronged. He had helped so many people, so how could the place he lived in be like this?

There should be only a bed, a table, a chair, and his huge statue in the hall. He would rest there on weekdays, lighting lamps to illuminate the surroundings. Later, as more refugees came, he allowed them to live in it. He spread a lot of bedding on the floor. When they left, the villagers rolled up the bedding away, saying that they would feel uneasy without their own bed when they went to sleep in a new place.

So what does this hall look like now?
Is it still a bed, a table, a chair, a statue?

Zuo Chen arrived at the door and pushed it open with one hand.

"Squeak..."

The sound of a wooden door rubbing against the ground was heard, and sunlight slanting down from the sky poured into the hall.

What caught their eyes was a huge Buddha.

The Buddha has a gentle expression, just like a monk, sitting cross-legged on a lotus platform.

However, the giant Buddha had a crack in the middle, and blood was oozing out.

The blood seeped all over the ground, like a blood-red pool, with lotus flowers blooming on both sides.

This lotus is so frighteningly red, and filled with ghostly energy, it is actually a treasure from heaven and earth!

However, this is a treasure that can kill people!
"This? What is this? My house is not like this!"

The monk stared at the scene in front of him in a daze. It was as if he smelled an unbearable stench in the relic. He suddenly hunched over, shrank to the side and retched.

The two little kids inside Zuo Chen's sleeves were so scared that they tried hard to drill into his sleeves, shouting, "It stinks! It stinks!" as they did so, as if they were afraid of being contaminated by this horrifying Qi.

"Master Taoist, what is this?" Xiao Changcheng was dumbfounded. How could this temple, which was known far and wide for its kind-hearted monks, become like this?

Zuo Chen had a gloomy face and said nothing. He walked slowly forward. The pool of blood on the ground seemed to be afraid of him and naturally made way to both sides.

He took two or three steps to the Buddha statue and stared at the crack.

It is filled with flesh and blood, and is growing and beating.

Zuo Chen tapped the Buddha statue lightly, and suddenly bursts of ghostly howlings came from inside the statue. A huge number of sneaky and resentful souls squeezed out through the gap. They all had only the upper body, both men and women, old and young, while the lower body was embedded in the Buddha statue, crushed into meat paste and melted into a big meat ball.

Their eyes were also dug out, and tears of blood were flowing down from them.

The pool of blood on the ground seemed to be formed by tears.

"It hurts, it hurts so much."

"Master, where are you? Master, where are you?"

"Help us! Help us!"

The dead souls are blind and can only cry for help, as if they have suffered great torture.

When the monk saw these wronged souls rushing out, his eyes widened and he began to tremble as if he was struck by lightning.

"Old Zhang? Wang Po? And that idiot from the Liu family next door? How could you do that?"

After hearing the monk's voice, the dead souls all cried even more miserably:
"Master, Master, you are back!"

"Master, save us!"

"Master, we are in pain, Master!"

When the monk heard them crying, he felt panicked and anxious, and reached out to pull them away.

“Don’t move!” Zuo Chen stopped the monk directly, “The souls in their lower bodies were crushed and kneaded together, and are now stuck in your Buddha statue. The power of merit in you is too strong. If you try to catch them, it will be easy to beat them to pieces.”

The monk immediately stopped his hand and looked at Zuo Chen blankly and sadly:

"Master, what should I do?"

Zuo Chen didn't say anything, but his face looked gloomy and ugly.

There is no record of any magical powers against souls in the Taoist scriptures. Zuo Chen studied it for a long time before he barely mastered some techniques to frighten souls. He does not know the more advanced techniques of saving and healing souls.

This soul is like a person, easy to kill but difficult to revive.

Caiyi next to her was also anxious, but she had learned tricks and tricks, so she had no idea at all at this moment.

Suddenly, Caiyi saw thunderclouds gathering in the sky, and it seemed as if there were thunders in the air.

She suddenly felt the Qi in her body being mobilized.

This……

Caiyi looked at Zuo Chen suddenly.

I noticed that Zuo Chen’s face was gloomy, and he was really angry!

……

Chang Henjiang rode his horse fast, following the wheel tracks, and soon saw a deserted village not far away.

When he arrived at the village gate and dismounted, the horse was so tired that it was foaming at the mouth and rolled over on the ground, dead.

"You are a useless beast."

Chang Henjiang cursed, but he immediately saw the donkey cart not far away and knew that he had caught up.

After killing the people, we can take the donkey away and go back to Xuzhou City to eat donkey meat japanese food.

I felt a gust of wind blowing all around me. I looked up and found that the sky was overcast and it seemed like it was going to rain.

Chang Hate Jiang's sneer.

Just in time, when the dark clouds gather and murder comes!

They are unlucky!

(End of this chapter)