Heaven is fearless

The evil world of adults is something children will never understand. Although Busheng is smart, he is not a person with deep scheming, especially he firmly believes that Xiyi is a good person, and he trusts him wholeheartedly. Thinking of such wonderful things as reclaiming incarnations in the world, Xi Yi took Busheng to play with most of the ghosts, and Busheng didn't think there was anything wrong.

But Busheng is a good boy who strictly abides by the Buddhist rules. Even if he is dragged into the smoky gambling house by Xi Yi, he can calmly recite the scriptures and finish his daily lessons, and he can also multi-task to take care of the unreliable Junshang.

Half of his attention was on Xi Yi, so when Ghost King tossed a chip up and down and suddenly pressed it on the table, Busheng was the first to notice his impatience.

"Your Majesty, do you want to eat green peaches?" The innocent and well-behaved little Buddha Xiu sat next to the ghost king, holding a fruit plate in his arms, Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrists, and green peaches that had been peeled and seeds removed Carefully cut them into pieces, there are mountains of spiritual fruits in the fruit basket beside his legs.

Xi Yi lazily turned her head and glanced at this little tail-like Buddha Xiu, and sighed in her heart, what green peaches are you eating, brat, your master is here.

However, when he saw those eyes that implied expectation, he seemed to be dazzled by the beautiful golden sand flowing inside, and he surrendered in a mysterious way: "Eat, eat, eat."

The King of Ghosts lowered his head, and put the juicy green peaches in his mouth from his hands that he never had before. While chewing slowly, he pushed all the chips beside him into the pool, signaling the dealer to hurry up.

Under his deliberate push, the game ended quickly. Xi Yi swept the winning money into a brocade bag, threw it to Bu Sheng, and said casually: "You take care of the account, take it away."

Busheng obediently put the brocade bag into his sleeves, but seeing that the ghost king was going in the direction outside the city, he couldn't help being a little puzzled: "Your Majesty, don't you want to play anymore? There is still a street to go over there..."

His tone is very similar to those parents who dote on their children, and worry about whether their son is sick, tired and unhappy after not seeing their dude son go out for a day.

In short, it is not what a Buddhist cultivator should say.

Xi Yi was taken aback by Busheng's extremely inappropriate question, and after a while he said vaguely, "Take you to Wangchuan Terrace to see the scenery."

He stopped asking if he could not answer, and followed Xi Yi step by step, always keeping a peaceful and gentle smile on his face, as if as long as Xi Yi took him, he would go for a walk without caring, even if it was a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire.

But they failed to reach Wangchuan Terrace.

Ghosts are sparsely populated, except for ghosts and wild ghosts that are about to dissipate, most of the ghosts who have settled in Guishen live in the city, so the living people who suddenly appear here will be very eye-catching, like lighting a bonfire in the endless night.

The bonfire was light golden, and there was a band of light composed of tadpole-like Sanskrit characters lingering and flying around. The ghosts who were eager to pounce on the living creatures were entangled in the golden light, and they were wrapped in the light before they even had time to scream. The golden light dissipated, and the ghost had disappeared without a trace, only a faint white light slowly rising.

"Amitabha." The man transformed a ghost, and recited a Buddha's name in a low voice, with his Zen stick halfway behind him, as if a compassionate Buddha came to save all living beings.

Busheng's footsteps instantly stuck to the ground, and he murmured in astonishment: "Master?!"

Isn't the master already staying in the Buddhist sect after his tour is over?Why did you come here suddenly—no, this place is a ghost, and the Buddha went to the ghost for no reason. No matter how you listen, it is not a good thing.

At this moment, Busheng didn't expect that he was also a Buddhist disciple, and he was only worried about the safety of his master, but when he noticed that the emperor had also stopped in front of him, a certain string in his heart tensed instantly.

Is there any old relationship between Master and Your Majesty?if not...

The enmity between ghosts and Buddhism since ancient times spread out in his mind. He is obviously a Buddhist cultivator who is invulnerable to cold and heat, but he can't help but feel that his palms are wet with sweat.

Something he didn't want to see was about to happen.

"Brahman...Buddha son." Mr. Xiyi slowly bit the name between his lips and teeth, with a strange tone, which seemed to be mocking and curious.

"Mr. Xiyi." The monk holding the Zen staff turned around, revealing a face that was as quiet and harmless as a lotus in front of a Buddha. He put one hand on his chest and greeted him very politely, "Jiu Yang."

Xi Yi chuckled: "You are too polite, it is my honor to be honored by the Buddha."

He said he was honored, but the expression on his face was completely opposite.

Fanxing showed a somewhat distressed expression, he seemed to be not very good at speaking, especially in this kind of scene of human relationship, being able to say a long-awaited sentence was the template of the routine taught to him by the abbot.

Busheng is most familiar with this master, but when he saw Fanxing's expression, he knew where he was stuck, so he hurriedly changed the topic: "Master, why did you go down the mountain?"

Fanxing breathed a sigh of relief, looked happily at the apprentice who had opened up a new topic, and replied seriously: "I'll take you back, Buddhist practitioners should not stay in ghosts and monsters for a long time, ghost energy will corrode your altar, and then there will be no medicine or stone. spirit."

"By the way... the number of newborns in the human world has decreased in recent years, and the number of ghosts reincarnated in Wangchuan is much less than before. The monks under his sect have investigated many ways and learned that the ghost king killed hundreds of thousands of innocent souls for no reason a few years ago, and his evil karma is heinous."

He spoke this passage very smoothly, probably because he recited it many times on the road, revealing a sense of mechanical smoothness.

The Buddha son like a lotus flower looked at the ghost king, and said calmly: "The poor monk is on this trip, and he wants to cross over to Lord Xiyi."

Before he could say anything, the black-haired Ghost King standing in front of him slightly tilted his head, beckoned to him behind him, and subconsciously walked up to stand in front of Xiyi, seeing that Fanxing was wrinkled Frowning, the next moment, the master's eyes suddenly filled with astonishment, the Zen stick pierced through the air, and he sternly shouted: "Stop the devil!"

That Zen staff is one of the most precious treasures of the Pure Land Buddhist sect. It is as strong as the sun. It is enshrined in front of the Buddha, bathes and reads scriptures. It has a pure yang energy that restrains ghosts. He was about to remind the king to avoid it, but a chilly chill suddenly rose from his chest accompanied by severe pain, which made him unable to speak out.

what is this?

Little Buddha lowered his head in a daze, a piece of pale jade fingertip protruded from his chest, dripping blood dripped down, unexpectedly did not wet the paleness.

"...Your Majesty?"

For some reason, before leaving, the Sanskrit inscriptions painted on his body by Zhang Zhang didn't move at all. Compared with anger, what surged in his heart was bewilderment and stunned: "I... did I do something wrong?"

What did he do wrong during this period of time, which made the king dissatisfied?Or did your majesty misunderstand that he was sent by the Buddhist sect to kill him?

He turned his face sideways with difficulty, trying to see the expression on Jun Shang, but when he tried to see clearly, he felt that maybe he might as well not have seen it.

The ghost king was born beautiful and beautiful, but not because of his childhood experience, coupled with his clean bones, he doesn't have much concept of human beauty and ugliness. He can roughly understand that the king is very good-looking and beautiful, which is better than all the things he has seen. Everyone needs to be good-looking, but he always thinks that maybe it's because his selfishness is biased towards the emperor.

It wasn't until today that he really realized that Mr. Xiyi, the king of ghosts and ghosts, is really good-looking.

The ghost king who suddenly stretched out a hand and pierced his chest was still smiling slightly, his eyes were flushed as if he had been rubbed vigorously, and his lips were as bright as if he had drunk blood. , with a gloomy and gloomy air that came from nowhere, narrow and long eyes that are gentle and invisible, as if looking at a precious treasure, and the arc at the end of the eyes is like a knife that cuts through people's hearts. Trembling with fear, as if giving birth to a shuddering spooky aura, and he wanted to poke into all the dark and gloomy souls with such extreme beauty.

He is the poisonous flower that grows from the pile of bones in the mass grave, the embodiment of all malice and death under the gloomy sky, he is poisonous, vicious, arrogant, and cruel. He is full of malice and extremely hideous, but because of this dripping Blood and cruelty make it even more glamorous.

——The person who smiles like this is the ghost king of ghosts, but he is not the king who will play tricks on him and act coquettishly.

Busheng stared at him blankly, belatedly eroded by the sharp pain tearing his chest, and a hoarse scream came out of his throat.

It turns out that such a good-looking person is the Ghost King Xiyi...

"One or two of you are crying and shouting to come to cross me, why no one asked, would I be willing to be crossed by you?"

The ghost king whispered softly, his voice was extremely gentle, but his hands did not release water at all. Fan Xing's Zen staff flew into the air, and he had to fly back to dodge. Seeing that Bu Sheng was caught by Fan Xing, the blood-stained man in white clothes The boy was still staring at him with his eyes wide open, whining intermittently.

It seemed to be in severe pain.

Xi Yi felt a little guilty, Fan Xing bowed his head and quickly pulled out the ghost energy from the wound for Bu Sheng. The wound looked terrifying, but in fact it was intentionally controlled by Xi Yi, so that Bu Sheng Wei could participate in the battle without affecting his future practice.

When he said these words, Busheng opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but a tear fell from the end of his eyes first.

The feral ghosts who have been converted will forget all the past, become a clean soul body, and re-enter the six realms of reincarnation. However, entering the reincarnation in this way will inevitably lead to a life of misery and embarrassment, let alone most of the evil karma. Li Gui didn't get the chance to be a human being at all. Most of the previous lives were to be domestic animals and beasts to pay off their karma.

——Even if there is a Buddha who uses his own merits to offset the evil karma of the ghost and give him a clean soul, he can't take other people's merits in vain to live a good life. He has to experience suffering himself, the way of heaven Always fair.

Some ghosts think that it is good to have the chance to be a human being. For this reason, it is okay to be a beast a few times after being converted. You must know that the opportunity to re-enter the six realms of reincarnation is extremely cherished. First of all, there must be someone who is willing to pay for you. It is only possible to practice Buddhism—and most Buddhist practitioners actually take the path of making ghosts fly away. After all, it is really difficult to cultivate merit.

And there are always some ghosts who are unwilling to be human for various reasons, let alone be cats, dogs, chickens and ducks.

The son of a noble family, with an arrogant and dignified personality, is of course even more unwilling to accept such a fate.

Xi Yi shook his blood-stained hand, and said with emotion: "Everyone comes up and says they want to transform me, how arrogant they are."

"That's why I hate you bald donkeys the most. You talk about saving the common people, but you are actually self-righteous."

The golden sand in Busheng's eyes seemed to stop flowing, and something slowly shattered. Xiyi avoided his sight, and Fanxing held the Zen staff that flew back in response to the call, and said in a calm voice, "Mr. Xiyi, I have offended you."

The golden light, which represents Buddhist practice, suddenly flourished like a flame, and the voice of Sanskrit chanting faintly sounded, and pure golden lotus flowers gushed out from the ground. Countless ant-sized characters swept away the ghostly aura around him.

The ghost king opposite him was not to be outdone, and rose straight from the ground. The black and blue ghost aura rolled up and wrapped around him like a storm vortex, and the dark pupils spread rapidly, swallowing the whites of the eyes in an instant, like two black hollows. Turning around, a pair of cold jade-like hands popped out the long blue-gray nails, and the insignificant writing that was usually hidden on the black silk and satin flowed coldly. It was only then that Busheng discovered that the Ghost King was actually wearing a shroud for funerals.

In the dark clouds formed by the thick ghost aura, countless hideous ghost faces appear and disappear from time to time. Men, women and children open their mouths to the extreme and let out shrill and sharp howls. He grunted and vomited another mouthful of blood.

Fan Xing didn't look back, and threw something out of his sleeve. After the thing flew away from Fan Xing's hand, it quickly enlarged and landed on the top of Bu Sheng's head as if consciously, covering his whole body tightly. The excruciating pain also disappeared.

Xi Yi is not good at melee combat. He is a pampered young master. Even if he becomes a ghost and has an immortal ghost body, he doesn't have the hobby of lowering his style to fight people hand to hand, so he always uses crowd tactics.

A ghostly howl that was more mournful than before burst out from his mouth. Seeing that the situation was not good, Brahmacart lowered his Zen staff and soared up into the air. The buddha lotus formed by spiritual energy under his feet opened and disappeared, and the petals fell to the ground , giving birth to bits and pieces of greenery.

The Buddhist disciples of the Pure Land Buddhist Sect are geniuses in melee combat. A Zen stick makes tigers and tigers rage, which doesn't match that quiet and gentle face. Xi Yi's ghost roar was interrupted, and the Zen stick came towards him, and he retreated hastily. Too late, I had no choice but to raise my hand to pick it up, and the Zhiyang Zhigang's Zen staff instantly burned a scorched black mark two fingers wide on the palm of my hand.

Buddha cultivators are born to overcome ghost cultivation, and the Zen staff is a rare magic weapon. When the ghostly cloud around Xiyi meets the Zen staff that has bathed in the scriptures in front of the Buddha for thousands of years, he has no power to resist, just like sweeping away. Like dust, it was easily swept away by Fanxing.

Xi Yi's face was livid, and the evil ghost's dark eyes stared straight at Fan Xing, not retreating but advancing.

The dead living corpse has no breathing and no heartbeat. When he deliberately wants to hide, even Fanxing can't find him. Xiyi quickly retreats after a single blow, tearing open the void to cover himself, and the poisonous ghost claw is vicious every time. He rushed to the vital point of Fanxing, and Fanxing waved his Zen staff several times, but he was not in a hurry, closed his eyes and read the scriptures in a low voice.

The green and black ghost energy surged like a mist tide and occupied Busheng's field of vision. He could only feel the intertwining and collision of the ghost energy and the righteous spiritual energy, accompanied by the sound of Master's peaceful chanting.

I don't know how long it took, the mist that condensed the ghost energy slowly dissipated, Busheng looked up with a heart full of trepidation, his pupils shrank suddenly——

With a sly and vicious smile on his face, the tall and tall ghost king stuck to Fanxing's back like a lingering lover, clasped Fanxing's neck with one hand, and wrapped his hand around his back to form an embracing posture. At Brahma's heart, the poisoned nails had pierced through Buddha's bodyguard. The golden light penetrated his heart, and five bloodstains trickled down slowly.

But Fanxing was still calm about this, most of the Zen staff in his right hand penetrated the ghost king's body, and the Buddha light on the Zen staff melted away the ghost energy on Xi Yi like a scorching sun.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Xi Yi suddenly coughed violently. With his coughing, black bloodstains slid down from the corner of his mouth, and those dark ghost eyes returned to normal. The ghosts he forcibly gathered screamed and wanted to pounce on him excitedly. Biting the dying body of the ghost king, he was swung away by Fanxing one by one.

"Amitabha, does Mr. Xiyi have any last words to tell the poor monk?" Fanxing didn't care about his injuries, but turned to ask the ghost king.

Being pierced through the body by the Zen stick is equivalent to tearing the soul of Guixiu. Xi Yi has no possibility of transmutation, leaving him with only one way to go.

A strong ghostly aura flowed out of his body quickly, his long black hair turned pale in an instant, Xi Yi took a long and slow breath, covered his mouth, black blood was still gushing out from between his fingers .

"Last words? I don't have a last word." He put down his hand and grinned, "I've died once before. Those who can leave a last word are either dead or dying."

Speaking of this, he didn't know who he thought of, his eyes were in a trance, and he murmured: "There is a person... No, no need."

The ghost king tried his best to straighten his body, and said softly: "I was rich and honored when I was young, and I experienced the destruction of my country and family, and I was tortured by others. People can live happily ever after according to their wishes, so for an evil ghost like me, don't say unnecessary words to disturb others."

"—But even if I die, I have to bring one with me."

He arrogantly raised the corners of his mouth, staggered back a step, and just exited the protective circle of Brahma, the ghosts circling and watching in the sky let out joyous and high-pitched screams, swarming up, covering the smiling ghost king They were solid, stirring up wind and clouds like vultures fighting for food, and when they dispersed again, there was nothing in place.

Busheng stared at this scene with wide eyes, his whole body was trembling, Fanxing frowned, and sighed softly: "Ghost king Xiyi, was devoured by all ghosts, and his soul flew away."

After he finished speaking, he covered his chest and coughed twice, and a drop of almost black blood dripped from his lips.