dead child, ghost carrying coffin

An hour later, Zen Master Rong Hui appeared outside the hotel.

Close your eyes and feel it carefully, step out, and reappear outside the door of Wuxin's room.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Rong Hui, a young monk at the White Horse Temple, begged to see the Faceless Buddha."

At this moment in the house, the beggars were already frightened and at a loss:

More and more blood and tears flowed out of the bronze mask, continuously flowing along the bed.

Sticky, fishy.

The whole room was dark and windy, and there seemed to be hundreds of people crying and howling, and there were thousands of ghosts roaring.

At this time, Wuxin is like an illusion, changing from big to small, constantly switching between the little monk and the ghost Buddha.

The most important thing is that the Buddha's Suppressing Devil Sutra on his face gradually disappeared!

Hearing the knock on the door, the beggars felt as if they had been saved.

Although he didn't know who was outside the door, it was not a simple person who could enter the hotel silently at this time.

"Master's door is unlocked, come in quickly!"

Rong Hui frowned when she stepped into the room, and was even more surprised when she saw the scene inside.

"Namo Amitabha!"

"It turns out that the ghost Buddha 'borrowed' the Suppressing Demon Sutra to suppress himself! Little monk...you shouldn't be persistent for thousands of years!"

After finishing speaking, he subconsciously picked up the scriptures that were already soaked in blood and tears and placed on the bedside.

Seeing this, Zen Master Ronghui was shocked again: there was no longer a single word in the entire scripture, only the simple, yellowed pages remained.

"How could this be!"

"Who can have such a strong demonic obstacle in his heart, let Faceless Buddha 'Quwen' suppress it!"

It’s no wonder that Zen Master Rong Hui made such a fuss:

You must know that when the ghost Buddha suppressed himself, he just engraved scriptures on his body, and then carried the original text of "Buddha's Sutra of Suppressing Demons" with him.

There is no need to "get the text" Yongzhen!

If it wasn't for the fact that Hua Jiunan's "criminal karma" involved was too great, and Wuxin cared too much about his brother, he wouldn't have used such "extreme" methods.

But in this way, his own "demonic obstacles" could no longer be suppressed.

The little guy is tantamount to giving up on himself and fulfilling the nine difficulties of China!

Judging from Zen Master Ronghui's demeanor, Qi Baijia has already realized that standing in front of him is a reclusive expert.

Immediately said: "Master, please think of a way, I am worried that Master Wuxin will go crazy if he continues like this!"

Zen Master Rong Hui smiled wryly upon hearing this.

"Enchanted?"

"Faceless Buddha has become a ghost Buddha thousands of years ago, so how can he become a demon?"

"If it wasn't for the Dharma-ending era, and the "Buddha's Suppressing Devil Sutra" was added to his body, he would have gone straight to the Heaven of Desire Realm, and would always be with the Six Brahma Lords!"

The old monk didn't dare to be negligent after feeling emotional, took off the Baina monk's clothes and covered Wuxin who was constantly changing, and then sat cross-legged in the blood and tears regardless of the dirt.

The Zen stick stands upright, the wooden fish is clear, the rosary and the four treasures of Jinshan hang high, and the "Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra" is solemnly recited in the mouth.

"Subhuti, what do you think, you can see the Tathagata with your body... All appearances are illusory. If you see the appearance without appearance, then you are the Tathagata."

In fact, the most useful thing at this time is the "Buddha's Sutra of Suppressing Demons".

It's just that Zen Master Ronghui's practice is "insufficient" and he can't control it at all.

It's like the engine of an ordinary family car used to pull a train - it doesn't work at all except for the cylinder explosion (wind reversal)!

The scriptures are majestic and the Buddhist utensils are golden.

With the help of Zen Master Ronghui, Wuxin's state finally gradually stabilized.

Just when the beggar's parents breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly a cold voice came in from outside.

"The perfect man abandons his son Hua, who has nine difficulties, come out and suffer death!"

As soon as the sound fell, Qi Baijia knew it was broken!

The wind howls, and the blood moon hangs high.

The ancient Buddha with blood and tears appeared under the moon at some point.

The huge shadow cast seems to cover the whole of Yuhang!

The little monk who had been "quiet" suddenly became violent.

The Baina monk's robe and the Four Treasures of the Golden Mountain that covered him were all bounced off in an instant.

Instead, it was the letter that had been stained with blood for thousands of years!

A bronze mask covers the face, behind which are closed eyes.

Unintentionally disappearing, faceless in the world!

"Jie Jie Jie, Namo Amitabha Buddha!"

"Where is the evil animal trying to harm my brother, I will send you to the Buddha to repent!"

There was a crash as the glass shattered, and Ghost Buddha Faceless had already broken out of the window.

Seeing this, the beggars cursed loudly.

"Who doesn't know how to die at this time to provoke trouble!"

"Damn it, don't implicate Daoist me when you've lived enough!"

"Pindao...Pindao just sent out the 'Tongzi Gong' and plans to practice other exercises..."

In a rage, the beggars jumped out of the window imitating the faceless appearance of ghosts and Buddhas.

But he regretted it as soon as he jumped out:

It's over!

Here... here is the sixteenth floor! ! !