There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

Live streaming is a manifestation of technological progress.

In particular, Mr. Du's mobile phone has high pixels and good performance.

When Ou Zhiming saw Ruocang again, it was rare for him to enjoy the special treatment of chatting through the screen.

He glanced at the desks arranged back and forth in the hotel, and asked, "What kind of ceremony is Penance arranging?"

Prayer candles are placed on the table, which is completely different from the rituals commonly used in Taoism.

Coupled with the futon under the desk, there is always a sense of familiarity that seems to be similar but can't be recalled.

Ruocang said, "I don't understand Buddhist rituals."

He could only see from the incense candle table that the preparation for the asceticism was not a sacrificial ceremony.

There were no sacrifices of live poultry or fragrant fruits. Except for candles and incense burners, the table was as lonely and empty as an ancient Buddha with blue lanterns.

But after a while, someone moved something covered with a red cloth and put it on the table with difficulty.

That size, weight, once it lands on the table, it fills up all the gaps.

"They brought all the Buddha statues here?" Ou Zhiming could see clearly that the red cloth protruding and wrapped heavy objects were placed in the center, so it was not Buddha statues.

"It doesn't seem to be a Buddha." Ruo Cang pondered for a moment, "It's just a piece of wood...just cut."

Ruo Cang could feel the deep and rich wood aura, lightly diffused in the hotel.

The trees are older, even if they are covered with red cloth, they still reveal the vitality of greenery.

It is a living wood that has not been artificially carved, and it has a fresh breath that can re-root and sprout when it is buried in the soil at any time.

If it is a Buddha statue, after experiencing the smog of incense and chanting scriptures devoutly, you must have a little bit of Buddha's light and compassion.

However, no matter how carefully Ruo Cang looked at it, he felt that it was just a piece of fresh wood.

Mr. Du got close, looked at the red cloth carefully, and asked, "Master Ascetic, which Buddha are you worshiping?"

Ascetic limped, walked over and uncovered the red cloth.

He said, "It's not a Buddha, it's just a piece of wood."

No buddha-nature edification, pure wood.

In the hotel lobby, the dark brown color is revealed. The wooden torso is placed on the base, which seems to be moist with the morning dew, and faintly emits a dark and damp light.

If it wasn't for the limited shooting range, Ou Zhiming would definitely want to go over and take a good look at the state of the wood.

It's a pity that he was far outside the hotel, and with the help of the big computer screen, he still couldn't see the mystery of the piece of wood.

Ou Zhiming moved the laptop in annoyance, but before he could think of a solution, Mr. Du's disciples leaned over carrying tables, chairs and benches.

A laptop sits on a table with plastic stools on either side.

After the arrangements were made, the two young priests saluted Shi Shiran to Ou Zhiming and said, "Mr. Ou, Master ordered us to protect the formation for you."

Ou Zhiming was quite helpless.

Before Mr. Du left, he had already given him two life-saving talismans, and a white line of unknown formation was drawn on the ground.

This way of framing that he cannot leave this place for half a step is like facing a wall and thinking about his mistakes.

Now, thinking about it enough, he assigned two supervisors to guard him from messing around.

If Ruocang took care of him personally, Ou Zhiming would be very happy.

However, now that Ruo Cang went to the front line to watch the practice of asceticism, he actually watched the live broadcast outside the hotel with nothing to do.

Ou Huang was very depressed, lazily leaning on the table, staring at the situation in the hotel.

From the perspective of watching the anchor again, appreciate how the little Taoist priest in his family stands out in the brightly lit hotel.

In the afternoon, the sun was shining and the scenery was just right.

The guests who had nothing to do wandered around together, walking around the hotel gate with a strong purpose.

Jin Shengfu led people back and forth to deliver so many things, and Mr. Du's apprentices also came around to draw lines.

Even if you are not a gossip character, you will be curious about what is going on in the hotel.

So, they wandered in twos and threes.

I couldn't see the situation clearly from the open door of the hotel, but I saw Ou Zhiming not far away, sitting leisurely on a lounge chair by the hotel square, staring at the computer screen.

The afternoon sun was warm and slanted down, and the breeze lifted Ou Zhiming's lazy hair.

Even the helplessness on his eyebrows cast a faint shadow.

The guests couldn't help but lighten their footsteps. They had guessed what happened in the hotel just now, but there was no sound.

He didn't dare to bother Lord Ouhuang's elegance at all.

After all, the two guardians beside Ouhuang immediately became alert when they saw them approaching.

It seems that the Taoist priest's duty is not only to exorcise evil spirits and pray for blessings, but also to serve as the boss' bodyguard!

After the guest walked away, he dared to say cautiously: "Is something really going to happen here? Why do I feel like I've stepped into "Guan Du"?"

"It's mainly because of Ou Dao's aura, which is the same as the remote-controlled behind-the-scenes BOSS, which makes me a little scared."

"Otherwise... let's go back to the camp."

The bold Kate was instantly timid, "I think it's better to stay with Taoist priests. You can see that Ou Zhiming has two of them."

Mr. Du brought four disciples, two of whom devoted themselves to writing talismans and chanting scriptures, and the other two sat beside Ou Zhiming to escort him.

What is SSSVIP treatment?

The guests glanced past him, and really didn't dare to look directly at Ou Dao's domineering aura.

Had to walk back to camp.

However, they haven't been able to share their knowledge of seeing Wild Ou Zhiming. The program team has already carried reflectors, cameras, and brackets, and led the team to the place where they came back.

Ou Zhiming, whom others dare not provoke, came to the door directly to the photographer who enthusiastically lent a camera stand.

Borrow and repay, business reciprocity.

Carrying the equipment, the photographer walked up to the pensive Ou Zhiming, and asked friendlyly, "Director Ou, can you cooperate with us in taking a promotional photo?"

Ou Zhiming's fingers holding the mouse froze.

When I came out to participate in a variety show, I even borrowed a bracket from someone else, and I had to pay it back sooner or later.

Ou Zhiming, who has a good attitude towards debt repayment, became the "Haunted House Challenge!" 》The first big star with an official photo.

He was sitting in the sun, leaning on the bench leisurely, with long legs, broad shoulders, sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

Even wearing a casual black T-shirt and jeans, it can't cover up the hustle and bustle in the body.

Beside him stood two Taoist priests in blue robes and crowns, like big bosses going out, mortals avoiding them.

The program team also kindly posted the rare card frame of SSSR.

Letter to: Ou Huang.

As soon as the European Emperor card comes out, look forward to the "Haunted House Challenge!" "The onlookers were shocked!

It turns out that the crew invited Taoist priests just to set makeup for Ouhuang?

In this way, my wife will give Ou Zhi a face!

As expected of Ou Zhiming, who has been out of the circle for a long time, a simple and elegant makeup card appeared, and instantly became the focus of attention.

Back then, he was very successful in the industry, and he had long been a national-level actor with good looks.

It was not easy for him to come back out of the rivers and lakes, and he even threw out such a wild and wanton SSSR European Emperor Card.

Fans who once quit the fan circle, their hearts were like water, were blown out!

"Ahhh, I thought that I would only see Ou Huang in news interviews in this life, for the rest of my life!"

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have objected to Ou Zhiming's participation in variety shows. Children only make choices. I want Guan Erdu and the haunted house honeymoon!"

"It's time to show you my fan membership card. I kept the cover poster postcard of Ouhuang until today. I didn't expect that I could call Ouhuang again!"

A European Emperor card, triggering the nostalgia of the whole people.

Of Ou Zhiming's 40 billion box office, there are always [-] to [-]% of it, which was once the love contributed by his loyal fans.

An actor who became famous at a young age, with top-notch acting skills and good looks, retired at a young age and changed careers as a director.

How many teenagers and girls are heartbroken for him.

Then the boys and girls struggled and became strawberry-flavored hunks, struggling on the road of urging updates, casting roles, and writing film reviews.

When the nostalgic trend started on the Internet, and all kinds of hunks posted their treasured magazines and postcards, the hamsters discovered that the scary audience who usually pressed them to burst into rua, used to be old fans!

No wonder he is so proficient at putting on powder, it turns out he just regained his old job!

The hamster and the macho hug their heads to recognize each other, for the "Haunted House Challenge!" "Unified pace.

A good haunted house variety show, it hasn't set off a horror warm-up, but it exudes a weird atmosphere of Ou Zhiming and Ruo Cang's honeymoon trip.

The atmosphere is too warm, completely different from the show scene.

The warm sunlight gradually faded, and it was almost dusk when the temperature dropped suddenly. Many people took out their coats from their luggage and put them on.

Only the thinly dressed Ou Zhiming was left, still sitting on the hotel bench, staring at the computer screen.

The penance has been chanting for half a moment.

The futon thrown on the ground was just big enough for him to sit cross-legged.

As soon as he sat down, he began to knock on the wooden fish in front of him, twisting the red amulet necklace with his hands.

Ruo Cang has seen the monk's chanting posture countless times.

However, the ascetic body is rickety, without the indifference of a Buddhist practitioner, appearing impetuous and gloomy.

Ascetic practice is by no means ordinary Buddhism.

He muttered Sanskrit in a low voice, with a strange accent, and every time he counted a red bead, there was a pause like a neck.

Dusk falls, day and night alternate.

The hotel was still brightly lit, but the room began to reveal the cold and dampness of the suburban night wind.

Mr. Du prepared his usual pen, ink, paper, inkstone and peach wood sword, and asked in the scent of sandalwood: "Master, do you need to prepare the cypress incense?"

They practice things and never mix them with Buddhist incense.

However, Ruocang waved his hand and said, "I'm just protecting the formation for asceticism, there's no need to compete with the monks."

He can use any kind of incense, but it's just to appeal to the gods and deliver wronged souls.

The smell of sandalwood burned early in the asceticism lingers in the spacious lobby, but the traces of smoke surround the wood of the desk and linger for a long time.

Ruo Cang didn't know what Buddha he was cultivating and what scriptures he was reciting.

However, as night fell gradually, the gloomy gloom of the hotel became thicker and turned into a life full of hatred.

He looked at the European-style spiral staircase on the front of the lobby, and countless dark auras revealed their shadows in the special magnetic field of the Ghost Festival.

Someone died in the hotel.

In such a remote place, it is not uncommon for murders to occur.

What's strange is that these dead energy didn't take advantage of Zhongyuan's running around, but gathered on the stairs.

Ruocang had no choice but to ask, "Jin Shengfu, has anyone died on the stairs of this hotel?"

He asked about the stairs.

Jin Shengfu, who was staring blankly at the broken wood on the desk, suddenly trembled.

He looked surprised, and said in fear, "What? What stairs are you talking about?"

Ruo Cang thought he would not admit it, so he pointed to the steps of the spiral staircase.

"There are old resentments on the stairs in the hall. They should be traces left by people full of grief and hatred, rolling down the stairs all the way. They have faded a lot over the years, but tonight is special, and they have gathered again .”

With the help of Yin Qi from the outside force of the Zhongyuan Festival, the resentment is very clear.

Ruo Cang originally wanted to ask him who died.

Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, Jin Shengfu turned his head to look at the stairs with sad eyes, and murmured: "Mom..."

Jin Shengfu's expression was suddenly stunned, and almost instantly, the dark energy was strong and the death energy was fierce, as if answering his call.

The wooden fish "Boom!" sounded suddenly, and ascetic opened his eyes and shouted: "Jin Shengfu! Come back!"

Ruocang could see clearly that the steps that Jin Shengfu was about to take immediately froze, hesitantly looked at Bitterness, and said, "Master, help my mother."

This time, Ruo Cang didn't need to ask again.

Ruocang has never seen a ghost, but in the eyes of ordinary people like Jin Shengfu, the resentment, persistence and pain left by his mother re-condensed on the Ghost Festival, which is no different from seeing a ghost.

The sound of the ascetic wooden fish knocking was even harsher.

The sound of chanting Sanskrit is also more rapid.

Logically speaking, under the sacrificial scriptures and joss sticks, resentment should become lighter.

But Ruocang could see clearly that the bitterness and resentment condensed on the stairs echoed the red bead amulet in Ascetic's hand, and refused to leave.

"What happened?"

Ou Zhiming's voice rang on the phone.

This person not only wants to see, but also asks.

The street lights had already been turned on outside the hotel, casting a layer of warm light on Ou Zhiming's face.

Ruo Cang looked at him, shook his head, and said, "This is not some kind of salvation, but what the ascetic said about evil will be rewarded with evil."

Those who resent melancholy and hate suffering become blazing and grand through the Ghost Festival.

Little by little, they were attracted by the red bead amulet and gathered in the lobby of the hotel, waiting for the order of asceticism.

The gloom is still gathering.

Ruo Cang is grateful for his wise decision.

If Ou Zhiming were here, not to mention the yin energy, even if the ghosts and hatred gathered around the hotel for a hundred miles would be completely absorbed by Ou Zhiming.

Since the territory was demarcated, Ruocang certainly would not let Ou Zhi help outsiders kill harm for no reason.

It's a pity that his gratitude could not be conveyed to Ou Zhiming accurately.

Across the camera, Ou Huang was still in the mood to ask, "How did you find out?"

Ruocang walked away from the scene of the ascetic mage a little bit, and walked in front of the pen, ink, paper and inkstone placed by Mr. Du.

"Look with your eyes." He raised his pen, "The Gu worm hidden in the red bead amulet should be attached to Jin Shengfu's mother. The ascetic practice does not intend to save the souls of the dead, but to...she finds someone."

Find Quan Zongwei and torture Quan Zongwei.

Asceticism will return the suffering of Jin Shengfu's mother to the person who used the Gu technique!

The late mother was killed by the late father, and Jin Shengfu is also a poor man.

Ruo Cang raised his pen and wrote down the words, concentrated his energy and wrote the "Sutra of the Supreme Five Dou Jin Zhang Shousheng".

When his father killed his mother when he was young, it may have become the source of Jin Shengfu's light and dark luck.

I don't know how he survived such a shadow that accompanied his whole life, and he hasn't followed Jin Yong to go astray.

Ruo Cang completed a page of words, and looked at the penance with a pen hanging on his wrist.

An old wandering monk with a vicissitudes of life, physically disabled and dejected, even if he has committed many evils, he can live to redeem his sins and successfully guide the wronged souls to take revenge on the perpetrators, which is considered a merit.

Asceticism is a bit of a skill.

It's a pity that the strength is really not good enough.

Ruocang originally planned to watch Quan Zongwei suffer retribution, but he couldn't help but move his hands, lowered his eyes and concentrated on writing scriptures, without being disturbed by the noise in his ears.

Ou Zhiming patiently admired Ruocang's writing gesture.

Even through the screen, he could feel Ruo Cang's willful and unrestrained nature, and he could see that Ruo Cang's whole body was light and clear with Dao Xianqi.

He suddenly understood how anyone would be willing to do evil in front of Ruo Cang.

Because, as long as Ruo Cang can be forced to write and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Taoist priest falling into ink, even if he is burned to ashes by scriptures and talismans, his life will not be in vain.

Ou Zhiming's dangerous idea has just emerged.

Ruo Cang raised his eyes to look at him as if feeling something, his eyes were clear and clear, as if he felt his dangerous thoughts through the lens of his mobile phone.

Ou Zhiming:! ! !

Fortunately, Ruocang just frowned, quickly looked away, turned his head and told: "There is a reason, prepare the incense candles, and if there is an accident later, follow my arrangement and burn the amulets to sacrifice."

After finishing speaking, he put down his pen, walked in, and warned Ou Zhiming as if suddenly remembering, "You are not allowed to record."

Hindsight seems a bit late.

Ou Zhiming's computer has a built-in video recorder, and since the afternoon, every movement of Ruo Cang has been stored in the super-large hard drive, waiting for the owner's follow-up review.

However, Ou Zhiming is super obedient and knowledgeable.

"I'm just looking, how could it be videotaped."

He lied with confidence, relying on Ruo Cang's luck that he couldn't see through him to do whatever he wanted.

Ou Zhiming raised his hand to write a memo to himself: Don't let Ruocang find out.

Looking at the corner of the screen from the corner of his eyes, he suddenly felt that the old monk's figure became more and more stooped.

"Ruo Cang, is it wrong to practice asceticism?"

Ruo Cang turned around in confusion, only to see Penance sitting almost curled up on the futon, chanting voice gnashing his teeth, and even the luck in his body became mysterious and dark!

Jin Shengfu stood beside him worriedly, not daring to take half a step forward.

But with the sharp cry of the penance, the whole hotel was filled with dark energy, rushing along the spiral corridor and the corridors on both sides!

This must be the effect of asceticism!

But the austerity was obviously unbearable, and the sound of chanting turned into a wail, murmured in his mouth, as if he was suffering from pain, curled up on the futon, and he didn't even have the strength to knock on the wooden fish!

Ruo Cang stretched out his sword in his hand, and swung the sharp edge without hesitation.

The resentment and misery that came from the vain attempt to kill were immediately chopped into dust by Ruo Cang.

The austerity that was painful just now was suddenly shaken, and the vision returned to clarity.

In his blurred vision, he could only see Ruo Cang holding the sword to break through the chaos, striking fiercely and chillingly, with the ferocity of beheading all ghosts!

The austerity couldn't help but stop chanting, even if the bones of his body were infested with gnawing pain, it couldn't stop the talisman of auspicious person and heaven from waving in his mind.

It is impossible for him to misread the same decisive killing in his life.

"you you……"

Ascetic weak mouth.

Ruo Cang reprimanded sharply: "What are you, why don't you recite sutras!"

Ascetic was shocked, and when his strength recovered, he raised his hand and knocked the wooden fish loudly.

Even though he was tortured mentally, his faith was not destroyed by the pain.

As long as he thought of how much pain he was in, Quan Zongwei would feel more pain, and the voice of ascetic chanting became louder.

Buddhist Sanskrit, along with the vitality of the fresh broken wood, finally resonated with the red amulet.

Ruocang saw dispelled vicious resentment, crazily drilling into the broken wood, venting the lingering old hatred in that piece of wood bit by bit, escaping into a darker and more gloomy hatred.

He walked through the mountains and forests and cut through countless dark and resentful auras. Now when he saw the fresh piece of wood covered in jet black, he felt disgusted like a ghost.

I don't know what Dharma is used for asceticism.

Being so vicious and evil is definitely related to heretics like the Seventh Buddha.

Ruo Cang made a decisive decision, put away the mahogany sword, and shouted: "There is a reason, burn the talisman!"

After reading Ruocang's flowing swordsmanship, Ou Zhiming still had the image of Ruocang killing fierce ghosts in his mind, even if he couldn't see the crisis inside.

He turned his head and ordered, "Two priests, hurry up and help your master."

The priests didn't respond yet, only a cold voice came from the computer.

"Don't make trouble, shut up and watch quietly!"

The disciples who were about to help Mr. Du were shocked when they heard these words.

As expected of a master uncle, he is young and has an astonishing aura!

Ou Zhiming, who couldn't go if he wanted to help, had to ask the Taoist priest for help, just shut up.

His family, Ruocang, was really aggressive.

But if he can find the time to make him quiet, it means that it is not as dangerous as he imagined.

It is not Ruo Cang, Mr. Du, nor Jin Shengfu who are in danger in the hotel.

but penance.

He curled up on the futon, trembling with pain, still chanting Buddhist scriptures in Sanskrit clearly and beating the wooden fish.

Ascetic gritted his teeth and knocked on the wooden fish, just like beating Quan Zongwei on the head.

Ruocang finally knew why he wanted to live his luck and share his yin.

Such a wandering monk who personally acts as a bridge between the amulet Gu worm and the hatred of the broken tree is simply using his own life to do this ritual!

The human body's five movements and six qi circulate in circles, and Ruo Cang saw that Ascetic was drowned in hatred and pain, curled up in place and trembled.

Ruo Cang reached out and grabbed his wrist, trying to help him.

Who knew that Penance held back his hands fiercely, and said with bloodshot eyes: "Leave me alone, you, you just dispel the yin energy around you—"

These are not angry words, but the torture required for ascetic practice.

Ruocang stood up quietly, looked down at the penance and continued to chant sutras, as if passing through thousands of sharp knives all over his body, cutting off his muscles and bones.

The sharp aura of the Taoist talisman, after being burned by Mr. Du, quickly dispelled the surrounding darkness waiting for an opportunity.

The hatred in the broken wood alone resonates with the amulet.

Ruo Cang saw the exchange of hatred between the broken wood and the amulet, and the ascetic practice was even more painful.

But in his pain, there is a joy like self-torture and atonement. Those murmured Buddhist scriptures, the sweat that slipped down from him, actually contained a little bit of relief.

Buddhism and Taoism are different.

Ruocang has never seen such a way of practice that hurts himself.

However, the pain of asceticism was not without effect. After a few hours, the brown broken wood placed on the desk was faintly stained with jet black.

Like blood, but also like black ash, some deep and some light, patchwork.

It turned out to be very much like the face of a ghost who shouted and shouted!

The night is dark, entering the time of Haishi.

Everyone outside the hotel stared at the brightly lit English-style buildings, and suddenly found that the hotel seemed... a bit darker.

Someone stared at the sky and said in surprise, "It's so dark, it's not going to rain!"

On the night when the starry sky was bright before, a dark cloud floated over.

The pitch-black color, sweeping thick rain color, the guests who were originally excited because of the summer night sleeping, suddenly looked bad.

"If it's raining, it must be a heavy rain." They frowned and complained, "This tent is too simple."

Belief in Buddhism or belief in evil is not as good as the thought of being content with pleasure.

The lights in the hotel were brightly lit, and the clouds above the head were dense. Even if the guests were afraid of ghosts and death, they had to prepare early for the heavy rain that was coming.

So, they all went to Deng Zhengde, the program group, and asked what was going on in the hotel, and if it rained heavily, could they stay there.

Only stay in the middle of the night.

Deng Zhengde knew nothing about it.

But he knew that as soon as 0:[-] passed, it would be July [-]th, and all the ghost festival and July and a half would end.

If it really rains heavily, of course there is no reason to ask the guests to sleep in the rain!

He turned his head to look at the Taoist priest who was chanting sutras and writing talismans next to him, and then looked at the hotel with the door open.

As the director, Deng Zhengde boldly said: "Then...then I will ask Mr. Jin."

Deng Zhengde walked towards the hotel gate, followed by guests.

However, the closer they got to the gate, the thicker the clouds overhead.

When Deng Zhengde was about to reach the gate steps, a thunderbolt sounded, beating a group of people into panic!

"No way, it's going to rain so soon?!"

"No, no, why do I think the thunder is, is coming from the hotel?"

"What's wrong, Director Deng?"

Deng Zhengde froze suddenly, his face was pale, and he didn't dare to move forward, because he really felt that the thunder struck from his feet, even though there was no lightning and thunder, and there was no floor shattering.

But his legs clearly felt the lightning strike!

"The thunder just now..." Deng Zhengde glanced across the open door, his voice trembling with fright, "Yes, it was struck by my feet..."

The guests were dumbfounded, staring at the floor in panic, trying to find some evidence.

Before they could confirm Deng Zhengde's words, Mr. Du's disciples trotted over.

"Everyone, please stay calm."

He came over with a cypress incense in his hand, bowed to the hotel gate, and inserted the incense into the cracks in the ground.

"The ritual is not over, everyone is not allowed to enter without authorization."

Deng Zhengde and the guests looked at the incense, and then at the brightly lit door of the hotel.

Quickly took a few steps back, shook his head frantically and said:

"Do not enter, do not enter."

Even if there is a torrential rain, mountain torrent, earthquake and tsunami tonight, they will never enter!

The ascetic ceremony in the hotel is still going on.

After Mr. Du burned the Taoist talisman, he really got better, but his face was still pale.

Such a weird state is more like an atonement than a practice.

Ascetic's body was dark and gloomy, and the rotten luck to the root, gradually peeled off the gray and black in the repeated torture, revealing a light golden light.

The fiery luck of the Seventh Buddha was borrowed.

The blazing luck of asceticism is obtained.

Ruocang has no doubt that this wandering monk with a bent body has experienced dozens of such rituals before washing out the blazing light from the heinous crime.

"Uncle, he..."

After Mr. Du burned the scriptures and talismans, there was a quiet and clear atmosphere in the room.

But ascetic, hugging the wooden fish, continued to beat and chant sutras as if kneeling and begging, the pain did not mean to get better.

"Don't worry about it." Ruocang watched coldly, "This is his way of cultivation."

Enter the Buddha with one's own body, and taste all the sufferings and difficulties in the world, so as to redeem sins and achieve righteous results.

The time of Hai has just ended, and the time of child has arrived.

The Zhongyuan Purdue Ghost Gate, the torture of asceticism gradually dissipated with the yin energy returning to the nether world.

He supported the ground tremblingly, biting a Sanskrit Buddhist scripture, raised his hand and slammed the red bead amulet on the broken wood!

Click!

The wood stained with hatred actually split!

"If it's me who hears it, it's said that it always reveals what it hears—ah!"

Quan Zongwei, who knelt down at the altar in a simple Buddhist hall and concentrated on chanting scriptures to pass the Obon Festival safely, suddenly felt severe pain all over his body.

He curled up in front of the altar, his head and palms crazily hitting the ground, seeking a moment of relief.

But no, the sudden torture became more and more intense, he didn't even have the strength to call for help, and he was vaguely tortured with all his muscles and bones.

But this torture was different from what he had suffered on the Obon Festival for many years.

Quan Zongwei immediately chanted and prayed, knelt down in front of the altar and wholeheartedly begged the Buddha for forgiveness.

It's a pity that the blade pierces through the body, and besides the pain of the knife cutting the nail cone, there is also a burn that cannot be ignored.

His internal organs were like a raging fire, which made his throat dry and torn.

Quan Zongwei's method of chanting scriptures to seek liberation has lost its effect.

Even if the body no longer suffers from skin cramping with sharp tools, from the inside to the outside, from head to toe, it is like being in an endless hell, and the whole body is burning with raging fire!

In the past, he would scold a few things that are ascetic and immortal.

At this time, he was burned by the flames, unable to howl, and even the Buddhist beads tightly held in his hands emitted a blazing temperature, scalding him fiercely, causing blisters all over his body.

Such torture forced him to curl up on the ground, unable to make any sound.

Even if it is the whole soul, it can only clamor in the fire for no reason, and be burned for a long time!

The disciples guarding outside the Buddhist hall saw that the Seventh Buddha had not come out, so they asked in confusion: "Master Ami, the child's time has come, can we withdraw the offerings for the Obon Festival?"

There is no answer in it.

At this time in previous years, Master Ami would tell them no matter what.

At this time, there was no sound.

The disciple suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he quickly opened the door and entered.

I saw Quan Zongwei crouching and curling up in front of the altar, shaking with pain.

"Master Ami!" The disciple screamed and helped him up. Just seeing Quan Zongwei's appearance, he almost threw him out!

How could this, this frighteningly scorched face be the Seventh Buddha? !

In the hotel lobby, the sound of chanting has disappeared.

After Ascetic patted the broken wood, he curled up back on the futon and took a long breath before getting up from the ground again.

Jin Shengfu hurriedly supported him, but he looked up at Ruocang and said, "Okay... that's great... thank you for your help, this time Quan Zongwei must be in a lot of pain, and it will never be less than what I went through everything!"

Obviously he was the one who was tortured.

Ascetic's pale and weak face unexpectedly showed joy.

Seeing his faltering steps and disabled body, Ruo Cang couldn't help asking, "What's the relationship between you and Quan Zongwei?"

Ascetic gave him a sickly look, "He should... count me as a dog! If he hadn't stolen my cultivation technique and created so many karma, how could I have been kicked out of the teacher's school, and then atonement!"

Old things, ascetics do not want to say more.

He just laughed strangely, showing his broken and ugly teeth, "Now he is out of luck, I want him to live a life that is not peaceful!"

The old man's harsh words are better than his abilities.

Ruo Cang felt that when he was young, he was, to say the least, a big boss of the underworld, full of banditry and tyranny.

He shook his head helplessly, unable to get used to the arrogance of such a crooked old man.

"You haven't seen him suffer retribution with your own eyes, how can you be so confident."

Ascetic's face froze, he wanted to reprimand Ruo Cang for being too young, and then remembered the fierce and murderous look he saw when he did it.

Such power at such a young age.

If it wasn't for Ruo Cang's help tonight, it would be impossible for his old life to recover so quickly.

If it weren't for the Taoist masters, they wouldn't be bored to meddle in the trivial matters of the entertainment industry, even ascetics would doubt that Ruo Cang is auspicious.

He immediately sighed and said, "Whether it works or not, you'll know in a few days. Quan Zongwei won't die this time, and only half his life is left."

The old man gave the old man a medical certificate, Ruo Cang was skeptical.

He glanced at the penance, and said with a complicated expression: "Go back and take a good rest."

Looking at asceticism like this, he looks like a guy with only half life left.

It's a pity that with an ascetic character, he won't accept anyone's kindness. With Jin Shengfu's support, he limped out of the hotel, laughing softly in a low voice.

"You shouldn't ask me to cultivate! You should hope that I die early! Because if I die, Quan Zongwei will definitely not live!"

The hoarse and deep strange smile, coupled with his gradually bright and brilliant luck, is really not in line with Ruo Cang's aesthetics.

Such a person who has entered the Buddha with his body is tormenting himself in the endless hell. What he wants to redeem is not only his own sins, I am afraid... there are also sins committed by the Seventh Buddha.

As soon as the Ghost Festival was over, Ou Zhiming stood guard outside the door. He watched Jin Shengfu and Bitterness leave, and heard those words clearly.

Ou Zhiming asked, "What does he mean?"

Ruo Cang shook his head, the Dharma was extremely profound, how could he know the mind of a Buddhist cultivator as a Taoist.

"Maybe he wants to fight Quan Zongwei forever."

"Director Deng." Ruocang walked up to the program group in person and signaled to Deng Zhengde, "The hotel security check is over, everyone can go in and rest."

When the guests were playing with their mobile phones in the tent, they were full of question marks when they heard the news.

What security check?Really security check?

Ruo Cang and Boss Jin stayed in the hotel all night just for... the security check? !

It was only a quarter past twelve, far from the time for night owls to close their eyes.

Luggage can be collected slowly, and everyone is very happy to hear that they can go back to the hotel room to sleep.

Who wants to spend the night in a tent that's dark and cold.

If they hadn't been struck by lightning when they were close to the hotel, they would have rushed into the hotel to grab a warm bed!

Deng Zhengde, who was apprehensive, looked hesitantly at Ruo Cang and Ou Zhiming who were standing outside the hotel.

Since Ruo Cang said that he can enter the hotel, shouldn't he encounter strange thunder again?

He hesitated, pondered over and over again, and was so frightened by Lei that he wanted to live in a tent for the rest of his life.

However, this day is gloomy and cloudy, and there may be heavy rain...

"Hey, look!"

Everyone walked out of the tent excitedly and was about to check into the hotel when they heard Deng Zhengde's surprise shout.

When they looked up, they found that the dense dark clouds had dissipated.

The night sky is clear and bright, and the stars are shining.

The outline of this English-style building turned out to be——

Plated with a layer of clear and bright light!

A gust of night wind blew by, and the shining light flickered, dyeing the surrounding light cloud shadows with a beautiful halo.

The English-style eaves on the edge of the hotel are gentle and ostentatious, blowing with the wind, making the hotel look like a palace in a fairyland, magnificent and splendid.

Most people have never seen such a light, it is like the immortal energy descended from the gods, and it is also like the auspicious cloud that can overcome the calamity in the legend.

They were not in a hurry to go in, and quickly took out their mobile phones to record the grand scene in front of them.

"This can't be the aurora."