Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The little monk Benshan slumped down the mountain, stumbled and lost the road, panicked and ran into a living corpse, and was rescued by the Yin soldiers somehow.

Just one night, it can be said to have gone through twists and turns.

But he didn't care about the danger, he only paid attention to the bell on the mountain.

The bell is getting thinner and lighter.

When dawn broke, the living corpses receded, and the crowd began to cheer, but the bell he had been waiting for for a long time didn't ring anymore.

He knew that the master had lied, and the master would never come back.

Amidst the joy, his eyes couldn't stop darting out. With tears in his eyes, he looked at the short-haired Taoist in front of the crowd.

Everyone said that he saved many people, but why couldn't he save the master?

Wait... short hair?

He wrinkled his face bitterly, recalling the repeated instructions of his master before leaving.

"Did you remember it clearly? This is good."

"Remembered clearly."

"That's good, you go down the mountain to find someone now."

"Who?"

"A Taoist."

"The dragon picture next door?"

"No, a Taoist with short hair."

………………

Li Changan didn't expect that the one who had been hanging behind him was actually a little monk.

He looked at each other a few times, with a tattered monk robe, a dirty face, and a big green bag on his forehead. He thought he should have suffered a lot on the mountain last night, and he looked pitiful.

But the Taoist priests did not show much kindness because of this. First, they were depressed, and second, at this time, I am afraid that no one would have a good face towards the monks of the Qianfo Temple.

But after all, Li Changan is a person who will not anger others because of his incompetence. Therefore, he only asked with a little coldness and calmly:

"Little monk, why follow me?"

The good is very restless. Li Changan was wrong. The green bag on his head was not knocked on the mountain last night, but was smashed with soil by a woman in the village this morning, because her husband ate her child last night.

The little monk was a little aggrieved, but he was not angry. Who made himself a monk in the Thousand Buddha Temple?

He was just afraid, afraid that the Taoist priest in front of him was the same as the woman, angering him. The woman had nothing but dirt on her hands, and there was a sword hanging from the waist of this man. But when he thought of the master, he could only suppress the urge to turn and run away, lowered his head and returned with a timid voice:

"My master asked me to find you."

"Why are you looking for me?"

"My master asked my master to let me come to you."

What's this? Tongue twister?

Li Changan walked away intentionally, but seeing the pitiful appearance of the little monk, after all, his heart was softened.

"Then I will ask you." He held his temper, "Who is your master?"

"Kong Yan."

It's a familiar name from a bad street. The wild ghost monk in the mountains is called Kong Yan, and the monk who fell into the magic way is also called Kong Yan, but I don't know what other cats and dogs are also called Kong Yan.

"Who is your master?"

The little monk wrinkled his face.

"My master is called Enlightenment."

Li Changan thought to himself: This monk from the Temple of Thousand Buddhas is really unreliable.

Ask casually.

"Where?"

"On the mountain."

On the mountain? at this time.

"Why?"

"Ring the bell."

The answer was far beyond the Taoist's expectation. He was shocked for a moment, then his expression was solemn, and he condensed his casual attitude, and solemnly asked:

"Dare to ask the little master, I don't know if Master Ling was the one to ring the bell last night?"

The little monk raised his face and wanted to reply, but as soon as he opened his mouth, tears came out first. So, weeping more and more, she rubbed her eyes and nodded desperately.

After getting the expected answer, Li Changan sighed.

To the old monk, he was both grateful and regretful. Thankfully, he saved his own life and everyone's life. Regrettably, according to Yin Bing's return, when they rushed to Zhongting, the old monk had already died of exhaustion.

"Your master..." The Taoist priest wanted to comfort him for a while, but he mentioned the word "Master". The little monk's eyes, Fang Boti, was in a stance of breaching, so he hurriedly retransmitted:

"Why did your master look for me?"

The little monk wiped away the tears and cried, "Master said that he has a way to get rid of the monsters on the mountain."

"what?!"

Li Changan suddenly raised his tone and asked eagerly.

"What way?"

"Said to be……"

The little monk was startled by Li Chang'an's excitement, his tears were all held back, and he hurried back.

"The relationship is complicated, and you have to discuss it face-to-face."

"That's good! Where is your Master? Let's go now."

"Master said, Master told him..."

But the little monk did not move, instead, with a confused expression, pointed at Li Changan.

"He's always by your side."

by my side? There is only one donkey by my side, and there is someone named Kong Yan...Wait!

Li Changan frowned and rubbed his chin, then walked a few steps back and forth, then suddenly turned around and left, but did not take a few steps, but turned back, and exhorted:

"I'm going to get something, you are here, don't walk around."

…………

Li Changan's back hurried away, and the little monk felt that his forehead was sore and resentful eyes were cast around him, and he shrank his neck.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Li Chang'an to return, but this time without saying anything, he squeezed an object into his hand.

The little monk spread it out, but it was a green fruit.

"Just by my side," the words of the little monk finally made Li Changan connect the corpse Buddha on the mountain with the wild ghost in the rain. He suddenly remembered a legend he heard from the village:

The three high-ranking monks of the Thousand Buddhas Temple sacrificed themselves to suppress demons, but only the Master Kongyan was not exhausted, he was impatient, entrusted with life, and became a monk for several lifetimes.

This legend can't help but make people guess, is it possible that the empty ghost of the wild ghost in the rain is also the empty flame of the Buddha into the devil? And that day in the unknown mountain, Kong Yan gave himself a wild ghost. Just because the fruit felt that his teeth were soft just by looking at it, he stayed in the Taoist backpack, never slurred, let alone abandoning it for some reason.

Now that I think about it, the fruit has been kept in the backpack for many days, and it has kept its verdant appearance. It is so weird that it didn't care about it? !

Taoist Fang was annoyed by himself, and suddenly the air became moist and fresh.

He moved in his heart and looked at the little monk.

The monk's clothing is still the monk's clothing, the face is still the same, the green bag is still the green bag, but it seems to be completely changed.

The little monk...No, maybe you should say "Kong Yan", put his hands together, smiled and said:

"Amitabha..."

But the word "Buddha" was not uttered, and the Taoist priest grabbed the collar.

"Well, you ghost monk, you still don't know the corpse Buddha?!"

……………

"Back then, the three of my senior brothers set up a large formation in Sun Shan to suppress the demons. They used themselves as the front line to gather the aspirations of the sentient beings in Yuzhou, with the intention of turning demons into Buddhas. Fortunately, I am ashamed. They exhausted everything, only the poor monk was greedy for the world, escaped a little inspiration, and turned into human beings. This is also irrelevant to the overall situation, but whoever thinks that future generations will be shameful, and even use it to accumulate money, exhausting their will and energy, but making the accumulation of magical profound. "

"Nowadays, turning a demon into a Buddha cannot be achieved. Instead, it is turning a Buddha into a demon, which makes me fall into the devil's way. The hundred years of the power of the Thousand Buddha Temple will encourage the birth of the devil, and Yuzhou Sakon will also become a demon country on earth. Fortunately, it will take time for the demon to refine the aspiration power, and the Thousand Buddha Temple formation is also in operation, trapping the corpses and not going down the mountain. But the time is only three days... Within three days, just remove The devil, there is still room for reversal in everything."

In the chamber, everyone in the court looked at each other for a while.

a long time.

"In that case, this little master...heh." Yang Zhiji broke the embarrassment in the field with his voice, but sneered when he spoke, "He is one of the three monks of the Thousand Buddha Temple, the'poet monk'. Kong Yan?"

Having said that, he did not wait for the other party to answer, and apologized against Li Changan:

"The little master is recommended by the Taoist chief, I shouldn't be suspicious, but this..."

He shook his head and looked at the monk leader next to him.

"Master Puzhi, what do you think?"

At first, the monk leader yelled a few words, but now he put on a pleasing look with a low eyebrow, living like an old Buddhist monk who was not surprised, and he only replied.

"Amitabha."

The meaning is probably that I believe you are a big ghost.

No wonder they acted like this.

In the previous discussion, under the tacit approval of Ji Fang, the decision was made to slap **** and run away. But at this juncture, a young monk suddenly jumped out and said that he was a **** monk Kong Yan who had been dead for hundreds of years. In his words, there was also the meaning of persuading them to go up the mountain desperately.

Ordinarily, whether to enlighten Qianchen or a ghost to possess, it is commonplace.

But no matter this person or this matter, they all came too accidentally.

For example, one day you bought a lottery ticket for one hundred and eighty thousand, and then there was a call, saying that he was the reincarnation of Qin Shihuang, and there were 100 tons of gold buried in Mentougou, but it just needed one hundred and eighty thousand to thaw...

Not to mention that Yang Zhiji, Puzhi and others did not believe it, but the hapless guys were all regarded as the helpless action of Taoist priests and young monks for the people of Yuzhou, and they handed out a look full of kindness and bitterness.

And General Na He was even more compelling, and said with a smile:

"Okay, you little bald donkey, pretending to come to coax people? Well, let me ask you something."

He glanced at the Taoist priest.

"You said you are Kong Yan, why didn't you show up before the incident?!"

"It's not unwilling, I can't hear it. The little monk is just a bit of inspiration, and he has been reincarnated several times. He is muddled and confused, sometimes remembering the dust, sometimes just the wild ghost in the mountains. It is also a fluke to meet the Taoist leader."

This explanation can barely go round. He asked again.

"Since it is Kong Yan, it must have come for the monsters on the mountain."

"nature."

"Okay, let me ask you."

"The donor invites you."

"Can you sweep away the corpses on the mountain?"

"can not."

"Will that be able to **** the corpse Buddha?"

"Nor."

"Neither can this, nor can that." He patted the table. "It's Kong Yan, what's the use?!"

Kong Yan didn't feel annoyed, only sang the Buddha's name, and replied calmly:

"Although I can't sweep away the corpses, I know that the Buddha nature has not been swallowed by the demon nature in the great formation. As long as tomorrow afternoon, all the Buddha statues in the surrounding villages are destroyed, the Buddha nature and the demon nature will rush into each other and be suppressed by the power of the sun. Yinxie, the corpses on the mountain must be greatly weakened."

That's it.

Pu Zhi raised his head, Yang Zhiji frowned, Huang Taihu pricked his ears, and Long Tu straightened his waist.

And Kong Yan still said unhurriedly.

"Although I can't **** and destroy the corpse Buddha, the poor monk and the demon are one body, and I can feel that although he has fallen into the devil's way, there is still a bit of Buddha's nature. As long as he is within three feet of it, he can return to his soul. The body provokes a fight between the Buddha-nature and the demon-nature, and immobilizes the demon for a short time."

"How long can it be set?"

"Count your interest."

"How about just a few breaths?"

Kong Yan smiled and said:

"Enough to choose a warrior to take the opportunity to come forward."

He also used his palm as a knife and slashed a dash on his neck.

"Cut off the heads of the poor monk and the two seniors!"

This sentence shook the scene for a while, because of the decisiveness in Kong Yan's words, and secondly, he provided a possibility to get rid of the monsters on the mountain, and even save the people in Yuzhou.

The unlucky person who was originally discouraged is already too excited at this moment. The Taoist Longtu was also bright, and quickly turned his attention to his boss Yang Zhiji. But he saw that Commander Yang was still tepid.

There was a sudden thud in his heart, and he could hear it.

"otherwise."

…………

Tea is the new tea brought by the state government, and the water is freshly boiled well water.

The crude tea is fresh water, which doesn't suit Mr. Yang's taste.

He just took a small sip, put the teacup down, and said to Kong Yan with a smile:

"Although the magician can weaken the group of corpses, the number is still there. Although it can hold the demon head, but it must be close to it. If you are not careful, I am afraid that you will fall into a siege and be swallowed by the group of corpses. It's extremely dangerous."

Kong Yan nodded.

"If you don't enter the tiger's lair, you won't get a tiger."

"Sure."

Yang Zhiji nodded his head first, and then he turned his head.

"But it is undeniable that this is a big bet, and a heavy bet must be placed."

"But after the turmoil last night, my Long Xiangwei is really hurt and can't get enough manpower for a while."

Turning to the leader of the official army.

"General He, where are you?"

The surname He immediately cursed:

"Lao Tzu's dental soldiers are all dead, where are the people from?!"

He looked at the monk leader again.

"Master Puzhi?"

The monk lowered his eyebrows and plucked his eyes, still the same sentence.

"Amitabha."

"Master, look..." Yang Zhiji put his hand down, speaking slowly. "Although this method is good, it is really hard for a clever woman to cook without rice."

Immediately there was a busy chorus of responses.

The hapless guy shivered with anger, pointed his nose and cursed:

"Yang Zhiji! I think you fear the enemy like a tiger, vain Gu Yuzhou's life and death!"

"I think if you care about it, you will be messy and talk nonsense!"

"Not to mention that this method is just a risk, just say that this person's identity..."

Yang Zhiji was silent.

The response around me is louder.

I just want to let people go desperately for it without any evidence. There is no such reason in the world.

But.

"What this person said should be true."

At this juncture, the Taoist Longtu suddenly spoke.

"Poor Dao thanks to the kindness of the teacher, the door has the heavenly eyes. I have only cast spells several times, and I can see that there is a monk hiding under the body of the little monk. A few years ago, I worshipped the three-skinned Buddha, the goddess of Kong Yan. His face is indeed the same as the one in front of me. After that, I watched the Thousand Buddha Temples again with the qi technique, but I saw that the clear qi floated up and became golden, the turbid qi sank and turned black, and the clear and turbid qi was entangled with each other, and the clear qi gradually disappeared. , And the turbid air is getting more and more, which is indeed in line with the situation described by the mage."

Yang Zhiji's smile suddenly stagnated, his eyes flickering and he looked at Longtu.

In fact, Master Yang didn’t care if the little monk was Kong Yan, let alone what the monsters on the mountain were like. He just wanted to do a foot show at the foot of the mountain, so that the court could not find out whether he was wrong, so he numbly said. Long Xiangwei's people pulled back to the station.

This time he had messed up the errand. Although he was not at fault, after all, he didn't want to be promoted and made a fortune, and he might stay in the position of Long Xiangwei commander in the future. In this way, the remaining Long Xiangwei men and horses here are all the cards in his hand, which are the backing for future achievements, and they can't be thrown in this ghost place.

But now, the sudden appearance of Long Tu surprised him. This Daoist of Long Tu had a grand prestige in Long Xiangwei. If he jumped backwards, most of the people at hand would follow him.

Unable to help, Yang Zhiji's tone was cold and harsh.

"Yang Yushi, what do you want?"

Taoist Longtu got up and stood in the hall, calmly saying:

"Subordinates...Pan Dao just wants to be worthy of the court, worthy of the teacher, worthy of the brothers who died on the mountain, worthy of the thousands of people in Yuzhou."

As soon as this remark came out, Yang Zhiji's face looked like a revolving lantern, red and white, but in the end, he broke back with a smiling face abruptly.

He shook his head and waved his tail and sighed:

"Master Longtu! Master Longtu, you misunderstood me too deeply."

He came up and grabbed Long Tu's arm, speaking with a deep heart.

"We Long Xiangwei governs thirteen state capitals, and this Yuzhou is just one corner. If you take a risk, success is hopeless; failure will consume the remaining power of Long Xiangwei. In the introduction, the evil spirits The loss of temperance is not only Yuzhou, but also the other twelve state capitals will be eroded! I reluctantly made such a decision, where is my personal future and the overall consideration!"

But Longtu just smiled and shook his head.

"At the beginning, sitting and watching Yan Xinglie fighting alone, Commander Yang said that it was for the overall situation; yesterday, regardless of the innocence of the venue, the attack and killing were also said to be for the overall situation."

He broke away from Yang Zhiji, stepped back, and saluted solemnly.

"But this time, I don't want to think about the overall situation anymore, I just want to follow my heart."

Yang Zhi was so angry that he wanted to stomped his feet, but he had no other way but to continue playing tricks.

"Even if the living corpses on the mountain are weakened, there are still thousands of people? With the addition of the corpse Buddha's gaze, even if all the brothers are exhausted, are they still weak in comparison?!"

This was also to the point, and Long Xiangwei's remaining manpower was somewhat insufficient, but since Long Tu had made up his mind, how could he be shaken, he was about to speak.

"Where is the weak and weak, don't you still have the White Lotus Sect?"

But a word came out lightly next to him.

Li Changan, who had been watching the show for a long time, suddenly spoke.

As soon as the words came out, the rest of the people in the field were a little suspicious for a while. When did Bailianjiao act so bravely? Or is there any tacit understanding reached with this person?

But Huang Taihu slammed his face.

"You bull nose..."

Halfway through the conversation, he suddenly remembered that the other party had saved his own lives, and then quickly changed his words:

"The Taoist priests don't want to talk about it, I don't do this dying business."

"Could it be that the poor are trying to turn things off?"

Li Changan sold a surprised look.

"Right."

Then he put on a suddenly realized appearance.

"If a left envoy is dead, one can immediately be on top. Another saint, it must be fine."

Cang Dang.

However, Huang Taihu stood up in surprise, and knocked over the seat in a gaffe.

"The saint is still alive?!"

Li Changan didn't sell Guanzi, so he detailed what he saw in the cave yesterday.

Huang Taihu heard it, but he was hesitant for a while. He is a middle and high-level teacher, and he knows the importance of saints, which is much more expensive than one or two left-hands and right-hands. But he was also worried that Taoist Xuanxiao was lying and deliberately tricked him to go up the mountain.

The Taoist knew that the other party was entangled in his heart, but he didn't care about it.

"Believe it or not."

After all, he got up straight, and left a respondent in the field. Shi Shiran walked out.

This scene is quite similar to that in Tongliangji Hotel.

Long Turing wakes up and greets hurriedly:

"Where does the Dao Chief go? This has not yet negotiated a charter."

The Taoist priest still didn't look back.

"Whether to go or not, everyone knows in your heart, why should I bother?"

He yawned and walked around.

"Li is exhausted, and he will go to sleep for a while." Jijiu said: