Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

"One, two, three... eleven, twelve."

"Sent!"

Yuantong was holding twelve topazes in his hands, and the warm jade color washed away the panic in his heart.

He was overjoyed and turned around to leave, but suddenly froze.

With a glimpse of Jinghong, he looked at the sky above a certain lotus platform.

"what……"

A long breath of stench and dampness diffused from the back of his head into the collar.

He shuddered all over, but still clinging to the jade, he didn't dare to look back, and walked away.

However.

An experience has passed.

Dou Da's head soared into the sky, and the lantern fell to the ground.

In the dimness, reflected in his dilated pupils, a tall black figure lifted up the headless corpse and drank heavily towards the neck.

………………

Dawn will break.

The two monks hooked their shoulders and put their backs on their backs and returned home.

Suddenly, the two of them stagnated, and then their expressions changed drastically.

The door of the house that should have been guarded by the two was wide open.

The two looked at each other in amazement, and rushed into the room together.

What I saw right away was the corpse with the head separated fell to the ground, and topaz was scattered all around. Looking at the original wish, the neck was bitten by a gap, but the head was still straight because it was penetrated by an iron nail.

The other "flesh Buddhas" all struggled and wriggled on the lotus platform.

Seeing this, the monk who rushed through the door hurriedly tore off the rosary from his wrist and placed the beads on the head of the "flesh Buddha" one by one.

These "Buddhas" immediately calmed down, and the two of them twisted their hands and feet back.

Everything seems to be back to normal, but...

"Brother, one is missing."

"No...no one is missing."

The two men looked at the corpse on the ground.

………………

Empty mountain after the new rain.

"Lao Zhang, talk about it for a while, and you can know where this Yuyun Temple is on this mountain."

The old man under the pine tree looked blank.

Li Changan shouted across the mountain stream.

"Lao Zhang?"

"Oh!" The old man seemed to wake up from the ambiguity. He turned his head and looked around for a while before he saw the young short-haired Taoist opposite.

"This Daoist is calling me, the little old man?"

Li Changan nodded, and patiently asked the questions just now.

"Yuyun Temple?"

The old man said something, but he sank into his long thoughts.

The wind blows and the clouds pass, and there are waves of pine waves.

The old man finally spoke.

"It's been too long, the little old man can't remember, probably..." The old man looked back and pointed to the misty mountain, "...in the depths of this mountain."

After all, the mountain breeze came, and people fluttered up, passing the treetops with the wind, and was submerged in the fog in a blink of an eye.

After all, it's just a wandering spirit in the mountains, how many things can you remember?

Li Changan was not disappointed either, but he was tired of repeating the mountain roads.

He smiled, turned and walked deeper into Yunshan.

………………

This rain cloud seems to be nostalgic for this mountain.

Li Changan only walked for a while before he began to be sluggish again.

He was holding a big umbrella, but the mountain breeze brought rainwater from all directions.

Li Changan climbed up the hill in embarrassment.

Suddenly.

A clear voice came from the forest deep.

"The cold mountain road, down to the cold riverside."

"Tweet, there are birds in autumn, and loneliness is even more empty."

Someone? !

Li Changan asked for a voice to follow.

I saw a monk in white roaming along the stream from a distance.

"Monk? Wait."

Li Chang'an raised his eyebrows with joy, stepped up to catch up, but went to the ground to look around.

The mountain rains and the streams slosh. The rain mixed the mountains, rocks, streams, and trees into one color, forming a picture of the mountain and rain, but there is no monk in white in this picture.

Gone? Goblin?

Li Changan was not surprised and rejoiced, he called Chonglongyu, but found nothing at the tip of his nose.

At this time, the mountain rain was overwhelming.

Li Changan had to give up searching. He raised his eyes to see that a yellow horned tree canopy stood above the trees, looking like a roof.

He hurried over and saw the yellow horn tree surrounded by ten people, a house-sized bluestone leaning against the tree, and a small thatched shed between the bluestone and the trunk.

How lucky is it to be able to meet a shelter in the wilderness when it rains heavily?

Unfortunately, there has already been a "resident" under the straw shed. But it is a stone-carved Bodhisattva, who has been eroded by wind for a long time, and I don't know which Buddha it is.

Li Changan worshipped him eleven.

"Anyway, the Bodhisattva is a stone body, so it's better to give this shed to the trail."

After speaking, he invited the stone Buddha out and went into the shed by himself.

Not to mention, with shelter from the rain, the mountains and rain can be seen gracefully, but the trek all the way, it is really tired. He put his sword across his knees, used an umbrella to block the oncoming wind and rain, leaned on the bluestone and fell asleep.

…………

I don’t know the length of time in my dream.

A little wind and rain hit his face, Li Changan immediately became sober, his eyes lighted like electricity, and the sword groaned softly.

In front of me, trees are trees, mountains are mountains, and water is water. It's no different. It's just that where is the umbrella to keep out the rain?

Li Changan glanced around, but was surprised to see that his umbrella was propped on the head of the Buddha.

He observed the Buddha statue by his sword for a long time.

That's right, it's just a stubborn stone.

Suspicious, he took the umbrella back and left it where it was, closing his eyes and slumbering.

It didn't take long.

It was cold on the surface, and the wind and rain had just filled the shed.

Li Changan opened his eyes abruptly and stretched out his hand to fish forward.

But seeing the umbrella sloshing around on the ground, there was an extra bead in his hand.

He put it under his nose and sniffed.

"Ugh?"

Only the smell of rain.

………………

Li Changan found the temple.

Or the ruins of that temple. Yuyun Temple has long since turned into a piece of mud and shattered tiles, and the fuzzy-faced Buddha popped his head out of a piece of shattered tiles, covered with moss and weeds growing wildly.

Only a section of the wall remains in the Piandian, which can barely cover the rain.

Li Changan was not lost because the temple was in ruins, or that he was looking for ruins in the first place.

He walked under the wall, Shi Shiran sat down, closed his eyes and rested.

I don't know how long, it may be the time for a shower of rain.

Li Changan opened his eyes as if he felt something.

But seeing, the fallen wall stood up bit by bit, the house was rebuilt behind him, the blue tiles flew back to the roof, the plaque in the main hall was mottled, and the sandalwood dazzled with the solemn appearance of the Tathagata.

In the courtyard, withered trees and flowers blooming, the grass that submerged the knees receded, revealing the path of bluestone slabs.

"Crunch."

After the mountain gate came out, the red-painted gate was pushed open, and a monk in white walked into the rain.

He walked up to Li Changan and folded his hands together.

"Amitabha Buddha, little monk Kongyan, may I ask the name of Dao Chang Dharma."

"The monk sees the gift, the poor Tao Xuanxiao."

After that, Li Changan looked at the monk with great interest. This Kong Yan has a handsome face, and his temperament is like this empty mountain autumn rain, clear and clear.

But it is a good face to cheat the lady's wife's sesame oil money, if he is still alive...

Li Changan moved out of his position and laughed:

"Monk, why stand in the rain and come to shelter from the rain together."

"The Daoist was joking." Monk Kong Yan stood still and responded calmly, "The little monk is lonely in the rain, why bother to stand on the roof tiles."

This answer is rather free and easy.

Immediately, he also asked.

"I don't know what happened when I grew up in this barren mountain and ruined temple?"

"No one."

Li Changan told with a horizontal sword on his knees.

"It's just killing demons and slaying demons."