dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Jinguang Temple is located on Jinguang Mountain, 35 miles southwest of Anning County.

The three eminent monks who had attained the Tao on Mount Wutai bid farewell to Master Kongchan and walked all the way down the mountain.

I saw their monk's clothes fluttering, and the wind was blowing under their feet, and their speed was extremely fast.

And there are only shallow marks left on the snow, like a bird passing by, and like a dragonfly touching water.

As mentioned earlier, the darkness before dawn is the most depressing.

The monks of Wutai Mountain walked halfway up the mountain, and suddenly felt that the scene in front of them changed, as if they had suddenly broken into another world.

Everything around is showing a strange dark red.

The rancid smell permeated the air.

A dilapidated ancient temple (note: ancient temple) appeared in front of three old monks.

The fishy wind bursts.

In the gusts of bloody wind, one was wearing a scarlet monk's robe and a hideous bronze mask on his head;

Holding a dagger shining with black light in his right hand and a young monk holding a blood-stained letter in his left hand, he sat cross-legged in the middle of the gate of the ancient temple.

The three old monks stopped immediately, with solemn faces, and the finished characters stood back and forth.

The leading old monk folded his palms together and recited the Buddha's name.

"Namo Amitabha."

"The person in front is the ghost Buddha monk?!"

The young monk stood up suddenly, and a strong smell of blood rushed towards his face.

The dagger in his hand pointed at the old monk on Mount Wutai.

"Jie Jie Jie, Namo Amitabha Buddha!"

"I don't want to think that thousands of years have passed, and your Wutai Mountain lineage still misses me!"

When the three old monks saw each other's confession, their faces became more solemn.

Since ancient times, Buddha and magic are incompatible, and there is no need to say much when they meet each other:

The two old monks in the back immediately sat down on the ground, took out the wooden fish and beat it, and recited the "Ksitigarbha Sutra of Subduing Demons" loudly.

The Sanskrit sound suddenly rang out between the heaven and the earth, and there were hidden white lotus blossoms.

The old monk at the front shattered the rosary in his hand, and waved his hands at the Ghost Buddha Faceless.

There are words in the mouth:

"Namo Amitabha."

"I lived in the first ground from time to time. When I heard this mantra, I surpassed the eighth ground."

"I swear when my heart is happy."

"If I am able to benefit all sentient beings in the future, let me be born with thousands of hands and eyes."

"I have made the vow, and when the time comes, I will have thousands of hands and thousands of eyes."

The rosary beads played were blessed by the "Thousand Hands, Thousand Eyes Unobstructed Great Compassionate Heart Dharani Mantra", and bursts of golden Buddha light glowed.

Faced with the attack, the ghost Buddha in front of the ancient temple had no face and still did not dodge or evade.

Standing there quietly as if he didn't notice.

The white lotus formed by the scriptures of the old monk floated to the top of the ghost Buddha's head, as if being held by an invisible big hand, and could no longer fall;

The oncoming golden rosary spun around and suddenly stopped half a meter in front of the ghost Buddha, unable to move forward any more.

Ghosts and Buddhas faceless and unhurried:

Reach out and pick off the white lotus on the top of the head, and gently place it under your feet;

And just like the Buddha picking up flowers, he re-threaded the eighteen rosary beads spinning in front of him into a string and hung them around his neck.

"Jie Jie Jie, Namo Amitabha Buddha!"

"You three little monks are quite proficient in Buddhism, and this seat appreciates it!"

"Unfortunately......"

"It's a pity that you are from Mount Wutai!"

"The monks in Mount Wutai are all going to die!!!"

After Ghost Buddha Faceless finished speaking, foul-smelling blood kept pouring out from the mountain gate of the ancient temple.

Like a river of blood, it flowed along the stone steps to the feet of the three old monks in the blink of an eye.

"not good!"

The three eminent monks exclaimed in unison, and just as they were about to take action, they felt a sharp pain in their throats.

Then he slowly fell into the flowing blood river.

They didn't die, they just lost control of their bodies.

Can't speak, can't move.

But the feeling is several times sharper than usual.

Ghost Buddha Faceless stood coldly in front of the three old monks, blood slipped from the black dagger in his hand.

Behind the terrifying bronze mask, a pair of scarlet eyes were full of hatred.

"Wutai Mountain! Wutai Mountain!!!"

"Sooner or later, one day, this seat will slaughter all your disciples and grandchildren!"

Amidst the frenzied roar, Ghost Buddha Faceless pounced on the bodies of the three old monks, gnawing on them frantically.

Flesh, internal organs, and severed arms flew all over the sky.

That way, it was more brutal than a mountain beast that had been hungry for half a month.

At dawn on the second day, the pilgrims who went to Jinguangshan to pay their respects to the Buddha saw only shredded clothes, broken bones, and a letter of recommendation that had been soaked in blood for thousands of years.