[Liao Zhai] Lanruo Temple

The lights were low and the lights were crackling, creating a strange atmosphere in the silent lobby.

Bai Xianzhi was wearing a white robe with blue cloud patterns, sitting on top, squinting his eyes, playing with the jade hook in his hand.

This small jade hook was carved out by Huai Xu with Xuanyin pendants, there are a pair in total, Bai Xianzhi took one, and he hung the other on Huai Xu's waist.

The yellow-skinned fox knelt on the ground, covered in blood, with the lifeless weasel beside him.

The yellow-skinned fox was trembling, he had already told everything he knew, but Bai Xianzhi was silent, such silence made him feel uneasy from the bottom of his heart.

These big men can decide his life or death with a single word.

There were panicked footsteps at the door, and Huang Jiulang helped his old mother, Aunt Huang, into the room. Aunt Huang had white beard and hair, and was dressed in yellow clothes. He entered the house tremblingly, followed by seven or eight brothers.

Aunt Huang has poor eyesight, but she recognized her son lying on the ground at a glance.

The old lady's face was bitter, her dim eyes were full of grief, and her voice trembled slightly, suppressing the heavy sorrow.

"Son, mother can't see Jiulang. If I do, I'm going with him. You guys go to see your brother for the last time."

The old lady held back her grief and didn't dare to take another look. She still had many children, and she was afraid that she would worry too much and would not be able to take care of the remaining children.

Bai Xianzhi helped Aunt Huang to the seat, and said, "Auntie, I'm sorry about Jiulang's matter, please express your condolences."

Aunt Huang shook her head and said: "I don't blame you, I don't blame you. If the king hadn't taken him in, our family would have been buried in the wolf's mouth long ago. How could there be today?"

"This is his destiny." Aunt Huang said, and shed tears.

Bai Xianzhi remained silent, and then said to the yellow-skinned fox, "Talk what you just said to your aunt again."

The yellow-skinned fox responded, and explained the matter again in detail.

Aunt Huang endured the pain of losing her son, but she was not confused, and she still listened carefully. This is the strength gained through years of experience.

Listening to the fox talking about Huang Jiulang asking him to bring his body back, Aunt Huang closed her eyes and burst into tears.

After a while, Aunt Huang said: "My good boy, you brought Jiulang back, so that he won't be insulted after death, thank you."

The yellow-skinned fox responded in a low voice, and said obediently: "My aunt's condolences."

Aunt Huang saw that he was dressed in yellow leather, with Jiulang's blood on his body, and was well-behaved and sensible. Suddenly, her heart moved and she asked, "Good boy, do you have relatives, do you have a name?"

The fox said: "I have a distant relative, but it's far away in Fox Mountain. Both parents died, so I'm trying to survive in Fu Mountain. People call me Xiaohuang."

Aunt Huang said: "I don't have a child, are you willing to be my godson and bear the name of Jiulang?"

The fox has no parents, and there is a Huang aunt with a good background who is willing to take him in. There is no one who disagrees, so she said: "I am willing, I have met the godmother."

"Okay, okay." Aunt Huang wiped her tears, hugged Huang Jiulang into her arms and cried bitterly.

Bai Xianzhi didn't want to disturb their emotions, but he had to ask: "Auntie, Jiulang is your child, and he was robbed for the sake of Montenegro. I want to use Jiulang's body to find out the whole story. ?”

Aunt Huang was a little hesitant and didn't know how to make a decision. There are always some disadvantages in dealing with the dead, especially the spells involving spirits and gods, which may interfere with the reincarnation of the soul.

That's why Aunt Huang thanked the fox for sending Jiulang's body back.

But Nineteen Lang persuaded: "Mother, Ninth Brother died for no apparent reason. If he can't find an enemy, how can he take revenge? The second king's magic power is supernatural, and he will definitely not interfere with Ninth Brother's reincarnation."

Aunt Huang turned her gaze to Bai Xianzhi, and Bai Xianzhi nodded in agreement.If he wanted to avoid these taboos, it would naturally be a piece of cake, the reason why he had to ask one more question was just for the sake of Aunt Huang's family, fearing that they would have a knot in their hearts and treat Huai Xu badly.

Aunt Huang said: "Please ask the second king to cast a spell."

Bai Xianzhi nodded, first looked at Huang Jiulang's body, and sensed the aura of the earth element on the body, knowing that the other party must be proficient in the earth element method.

Huang Jiulang died after his spine was pinched and his meridians were shattered. Hearing what the fox said, it seemed that his soul had not been poisoned.At this moment, the soul is not with me, so it seems that I can only go to Netherworld to ask.

Bai Xianzhi frowned, if Huang Jiulang's soul had entered the mystery, into the Yin soil, he had to cast spells without hurting Huang Jiulang's soul, so he had to go down and ask himself.

It's just that he hates the shady environment the most. As an "Old Demon of Black Mountain", he has been suppressed in the shady soil for more than five hundred years.

"That's all." Bai Xianzhi sighed, Huai Xu was in retreat, and he was the only one who could do this.

"Bring water."

Huang Jiulang brought the wooden basin, Bai Xianzhi took off his boots and dipped his feet in the water.

Water leads to darkness.

There is the Tianhe River in the sky, the four seas and four dungeons in the world, and the Santu River in Yintu, and the water runs through the three realms.Bai Xianzhi closed his eyes, and the sound of water gradually came to his ears, getting louder and louder from far to near, and then his whole body was shocked, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in a dark world.

The sky was dark yellow, and the dark sun projected by the sun swayed with dim yellow light. Bai Xianzhi stood in the water, beside the river bank full of dead men's flowers.

The wind was gloomy, and Bai Xianzhi's face was a little stiff.He took a deep breath, walked out of the water, walked along the river, and walked towards Huangquan Road.

In Lanruo Temple, the Sutra Pavilion is brightly lit.

Huai Xu was lying on the soft couch, the six reincarnation disks were suspended in front of his chest, and the red gold light shone on him.

He is comprehending a wonderful method in the Sutra of turning the wheel of twelve karma, called the three-phase magic method of Maya.Using the law of reincarnation to make people enlightened in the three lives and three times is not only a way of self-cultivation, but also a way of making people enlightened, or a way of fighting against the enemy.

Maya's illusion and karmic reincarnation can make up for his shortcomings of not being able to kill people and not being able to control people.

At this moment, his spirit and spirit are thrown into the six-path reincarnation disk, and he has been involved by the six-path reincarnation disk through karma, and has been thrown into other people's three lives and three lives.

The first to enter is the three phases of the dryad's grandmother.

Grandma is a living tree, and has no past appearance, but the current life appearance began when the old monk planted trees 200 years ago.

There is a green locust tree, which was planted behind the Buddhist scripture pavilion, and gradually enlightened after listening to monks reading Buddhist scriptures every day.

"Brother, with the shade of a tree, you won't be afraid of being exposed to the sun."

"This tree has a spirit. Listen, does it sound like you're reading a Bible?"

The branches and leaves of the green pagoda tree rustle like a song.

More than 60 years ago, Lanruo Temple was full of oppressive atmosphere, burning incense and asking questions, and the sound of monks chanting sutras everywhere.

Standing under the tree, the old monk sighed bitterly: "Alan Ruo, originally meant to be clean and secluded, but being robbed today is really the consequence of violating Lan Ruo's true intention?"

The old monk stroked the bark lightly and said, "It's a pity for you."

"Master, the evil Buddha has come up the mountain!" the little novice hurriedly reported.

"Oh, let's go."

The old monk left and never came back.Lanruo Temple was covered with blood, and some monks who practiced Taoism were injured by evil Buddhas during the debate, and they were seriously injured and dying.

The first-time disciples cried and took care of the elders, and then many people went up the mountain, shouting: "The living Buddha said this is a fake Buddhist temple, not a real Buddha, so it cannot be tolerated!"

The flames burned up in an instant, and the golden body of Patriarch Shakyamuni in the main hall was stripped off.The hall collapsed, and the howling continued.

The low sound of chanting sounded, and the monk crossed his legs and lowered his eyes, accepting the weight of fate.

Someone rushed to the Sutra Pavilion, but saw green branches swaying, and the roots of the old locust tree stabbed the two people to death like swords, and blood dripped down.

"There are monsters!"

The panicked people ran away crying and howling, and Laohuai, who was full of human blood, also deviated from Buddhism and fell into a demon ever since.

Huai Xu turned into Lao Huai, feeling the great changes and turmoil. Soon after, the ruins of the collapsed Buddhist gate were like honey, attracting Raksha ghosts and Yaksha ghosts, and the whole Montenegro turned into a dead land.

The old locust tree, in order to protect its spirituality from suffering, is sleeping on its own body. It uses branches and leaves to turn it into a grass puppet, and attaches the spirit of Yin to it. It travels down the mountain to find the opportunity to transform.

The first person I met on the way down the mountain hanged himself to death at the foot of Montenegro. The gold hairpin was swaying, and the silk and satin were charming and charming.The grass puppet was tempted for a moment, so it took down the woman's body, painted a gourd in the same way, and turned it into a woman.

Not long after, the dryad's grandmother gained an extremely vicious reputation.

Until the ghost market was planned, and he wanted to break through the Buddhist scripture protection of the Sutra Pavilion to obtain the secret method, he was hit on the head by the Twelve Karma Wheel Sutra, scattered the spirit god, and combined with a spirit god flying from somewhere, transforming Make a new life, named Huai Xu.

It was dark, Huai Xu opened his eyes, a nasturtium flower emerged from the sea of ​​consciousness, and three flower embryos were born, the right one was the first to mature, and an old locust tree was shining brightly on the lotus platform.

The lotus flower in the middle then matured, and a young man in black with red stripes and picturesque features sat on it.

The lotus flower on the left is the last to bloom, and there is only a vague golden figure shrouded in the brilliance of pure gold.

"This is my triad."

Huai Xu has a sense, and this is the beginning of the three-phase magic method of Maya.

Huai Xu observed his karma line again, and saw that the thickest karma line was connected to Bai Xianzhi, and with a movement in his heart, he flew his spirit into the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk to see Bai Xianzhi's past appearance.

The green hills are like ink, and the vegetation is like smoke.

The stone statues of the mountain gods are enshrined in the small temples, the temples of bluestone, the statues of whitestone, and three incense sticks soaring into the sky.

The pious mountain people prayed, "Lord Mountain God, give us food and clothing, and bless us to hunt enough prey and harvest enough mulberry."

The stone statue of the mountain god looks like a living thing, with radiance in its eyes.

The mountain god subdues the monsters in the mountains, so that the villagers don't have to be afraid of the monsters in the mountains, and they can hunt freely.The mountain god also cast spells to keep the soil fertile, allowing the villagers to grow mulberry and grain.

The dilapidated mountain village gradually developed, and the more prosperous it was, the more populous it was, and the more unrestrained its demands on the mountains and forests.

In the last years of the dynasty, the law was difficult to implement, the government was in decline, and it was unable to manage the mountains and forests.

In order to feed more people and meet higher needs, the mountains and forests were hunted and trees were ruthlessly cut down.

"Mountain God, mountain god, give us more."

Until the mountains and forests were destroyed, the power of the mountain gods was weakened, and the suppressed monsters began to make trouble again.

The villagers begged the mountain god again: "Give us peace."

The mountain temple is very spacious, and the statue of the mountain god is very tall, but the mountain god cannot get power from the believers.

Greedy human nature prevents human beings from devoutly believing in mountain gods. Incense cannot give mountain gods power, and the destruction of mountains and forests makes the power of mountain gods weaken.

Even though the mountain god tried his best to suppress the monsters, he was gradually unable to do what he wanted.

The mountain people were not satisfied, they abandoned the mountain god, turned to external forces, and invited a mage.

The world is in chaos and monsters are rampant. This mage is a practitioner of the way of magic.

"A natural god, the god who gave birth to the Yin Order!" The mage's eyes were full of greed.

"As long as I can get him, I can not only get divine power, but also have great prospects!"

The mage said: "This is an evil god. He is with the monsters. He demolished his temple and smashed his golden body. I will subdue him and the monsters together!"

The mountain people were furious, and no one still remembered that it was the mountain god who suppressed the monsters and made them gradually rich.

The mountain god whose temples were demolished and his golden body was smashed by believers was greatly reduced. He lost to the mage and had to flee to the mountains.

The suppressed monster came out and was also attacked by the mage.

The monster taunted and said: "Mountain God, look at you, this is your believer, you have ruined your home like this for the sake of human beings, this is your result."

The monster and the mage died together.

"Mountain God, you and I were both conceived by this mountain. I will save your life. Don't be confused. People are the most cold-blooded and ruthless."

The mountain god obtained the method of practice from the mage's relics, sacrificed blood to his followers, entrenched on the Black Mountain, killed hundreds of miles of human beings, and used human blood to establish his own way of magic. He was called the Black Mountain Old Demon.

The world was in chaos, and the old demon of Montenegro took advantage of the chaos to wash several cities with blood, and the sky was covered by the ghosts, and the dark clouds lingered.

He is good at playing with people's hearts, incarnated as a human being, and provoked the world, causing wars and disputes to continue.

The rise of Xiang Shi, the ultimate winner in the world, gradually calmed down the disputes, and the Montenegrin old demon also ushered in his doomsday.

A mage named Shamo came from afar and fought with him on the Black Mountain.The Black Mountain old demon lost three times in three battles, was sealed by Master Shamo, and was suppressed in Yintu for 500 years.

In the endless darkness of Yintu, the mountain god without power was trapped in the dark underground.

Cold, lonely, emptiness, and the backlash from the evil way invaded him from time to time, making him miserable.

He could hear ghosts moving, but he seemed to be in two worlds with them for 500 years, which almost drove him crazy.

He couldn't bear it anymore, and tried every means to return to the world.

For 500 years in the world, Lanruo Temple has been in decline, and Master Shamo's mana has been passing away, and finally he sees the sky again after 60 years of Lanruo Temple's decline.

As if there was light shining in his eyes, the old black mountain demon abandoned his demon body and recreated his spirit body. When he was born from the soil, he was separated from the past and entered this life.

Huai Xu suddenly woke up from the past. He felt a headache. He rubbed his temples, let out a breath, and stared at the copper lamp on the desk in a daze.

The copper lamps flickered.

This lamp was lit by Huai Xu when he used Zhiyue Xuanguang to establish the way for Bai Xianzhi, and the light flickered, which meant that something happened to Bai Xianzhi.

Huai Xu flicked the line of karma, and saw that Bai Xianzhi had arrived in Yintu through the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Yin Tu, Bai Xianzhi had already received the news from Huang Jiulang. He was walking on Huangquan Road and wanted to go back through the Santu River, but when he turned around, he couldn't find his way anymore.

The road to the Underworld is extremely long, and it is a road in the eyes of ordinary ghosts, but it is not the same thing at all in the eyes of successful people.

This road is just one direction, the direction of returning to the shady soil.Ghosts are independent from ghosts, and roads are different from roads.

When he came, he found his soul through Huang Jiulang's body, but he let Huang Jiulang's soul go, and he couldn't find the way back.

Bai Xianzhi's face turned pale, only the dead can see the Yellow Spring Road, he can't see it, in other words, he will be trapped in this layer of void, and he can never go back.

This layer of emptiness is where Master Shamo suppressed the old black mountain demon.There is no death, no birth, no birth and no death.

Master Shama can also make him hear the voices of other ghosts, but he himself does not have this power.

This means that he will be trapped here again until his body dies and his soul returns to the underworld.

Bai Xianzhi's eyes were a little red, and there seemed to be black magic patterns in the depths of his pupils that were about to rush out of the water.

At this moment, a ray of light fell from the sky.

The faint light is like a feather, light and transparent.

Bai Xianzhi looked up, and there was only a young man in black clothes with red stripes, a jade hook hanging at night, holding a copper lamp in his hand, he seemed to be smiling at him, and said: "Come back."

"come back."

Bai Xianzhi's eyes opened suddenly, and his breath was pulled like a bellows.Panting, Bai Xianzhi looked at the ground, his feet were still immersed in the water, Aunt Huang and Huang's brothers were still looking at him, as if he hadn't left yet.

Bai Xianzhi pulled his feet out of the water, feeling a little lingering fear in his heart, but more unspeakable emotions, as if the melting sky light brushed his heart, itching.