no soul

In this case, the relationship between Yin Guang and them is very embarrassing.

Obviously Yin Guang was awakened by them, so he is not a living soul but a person transformed by resentment.

In the previous world, except for the remaining living souls, those people who were transformed from resentment did not have the consciousness to jump out of that world.

But Yin Guangyou, he now knows that he is dead, because of the resentment of this world, he is a phantom in this world of resentful ghosts.

If they help the resentful ghosts fulfill their last wishes, the resentment will disappear, and Yin Guang will also disappear.

Yin Guang knew the rules of operation here, and might come to stop them.

What's more, it's not clear whether this monk who has not been ordained and feeds ghosts is good or bad. Even if he is a senior who has traveled through many worlds of resentful ghosts, they can't trust him lightly. After all, people like Hu Zhan will also be drawn into the world of resentful ghosts of.

"It seems that I still have a chance." Yin Guang was bathed in a snow-white cassock under the moonlight, looking at the hungry ghost coiled under his feet, and crushing a Buddhist bead in his hand.

Lin Hong looked at him.Chance?what chance?

"Have you found out who is the grieving ghost?" Yin Guang looked up at them.

"No," Lin Hong said, "Do you know who it is?"

Yin Guang shook his head, "How can I know something outside the dream in my dream."

Lin Hong: "..." Well, this is the one with black eyes...

Lin Hong was still thinking about the "unlucky" that Yin Guang just mentioned, and he asked, "What do you mean by 'unlucky'?"

Yin Guang said: "Literally. It's very unlucky. There's a lot of black air in the sky. If you hid just now, it means you didn't hide. I saw it."

Lin Hong whispered to Wan Guchuan: "Why does this monk talk so annoyingly..."

Lin Hong noticed that when he mentioned "unlucky", he said "you" instead of "you", and he only said "unlucky" on the veranda during the day.

He pointed to Wan Guchuan, "Isn't he unlucky?"

Wan Guchuan corrected his words: "Am I not unlucky?"

"No." Yin Guang said, "Only you have."

Lin Hong:.

Why……

Lin Hong frowned, "I suspect you are here to cheat money."

Yin Guang: "..."

"No lies." Yin Guang clasped his hands together, "I had a serious illness, and since then, I can see ghosts in the six realms of reincarnation, go to the world of resentful ghosts to save resentful ghosts, and see ghosts that symbolize bad luck. Unlucky, sometimes you can get a glimpse of someone else's fate."

"How amazing." Lin Hong thought to himself, isn't it, he still eats flowers.

"According to what you said, can you see my fate?" Lin Hong tilted his head to look at him, "Why is it bad luck?"

Wan Guchuan also looked at him.

Yin Guang slowly counted the beads on his hand, and looked at Lin Hong quietly.

The night wind was cool and made people chill.

A sad expression flashed across Yin Guang's face, "I can't see it, it's just 'sometimes'."

Wan Guchuan frowned upon hearing this.

"There is nothing you can do, be careful." Yin Guang's expression returned to his usual coldness, and he performed a Buddha ceremony, "Farewell. I wish you good luck."

For some reason, Lin Hong felt that he said these few words as if he was trying to sarcasm rather than wishing them good luck...

Yin Guang turned and left, the hungry ghost followed behind him hidden in the darkness.

Lin Hong looked at Wan Guchuan, "What do you think?"

"He is still different from us. This is the world for him, that is to say, he can see the ghosts in his world. We can't see the ghosts in our world. We can only see ghosts after going to the world of resentful ghosts. "Wan Guchuan said.

It's not that there are no ghosts in this world, it's just that they can't see them.

Lin Hong felt a little confused, but he probably understood, "It means that he was able to see ghosts through psychics before he was alive, similar to a psychic medium."

Wan Guchuan nodded.

"I can see ghosts, but I don't know why he feeds ghosts." Wan Guchuan looked at Yin Guang's leaving back, "He should not be able to give us specific directions to leave this world like Wang Ningxue and the old bustard. He has no afterlife. consciousness."

"Hey," Lin Hong thought, "it's really troublesome, this time I don't even know who the grieving ghost is."

Wan Guchuan looked at him, "I don't think he's lying, let's find out why you are unlucky first."

This is definitely revenge.Lin Hong corrected him, "It's because of my bad luck."

You can't just scold others for being unlucky.

Lin Hong rubbed his neck, "Why do you think he is not lying, and he has not been ordained, so he is a fake monk."

"Intuition." Wan Guchuan said, Lin Hong didn't care that he cared, and carefully analyzed, "If the bad luck he said is because the murderer is easily entangled by the ghost, I can't have it, because we are the same. That would be What?"

"I don't know," Lin Hong really didn't care at all, and said without intention, "I may be in bad luck recently."

The two were about to go back when there was a sound of breaking something in front of them. The sound was clear and clear, and it was very obvious in the silence.

Two people have a meal.

"Go and see?" Wan Guchuan looked over there.

"Okay..." Lin Hong felt that something was going to happen...

The two followed the sound and stopped in front of a palace.The palace is still in a gloomy color, shrouded in darkness, and there are four ancient characters they don't know written on the plaque outside the door.

At the moment, there is no sound inside.

There are no candles lit in the hall, and looking into the door, there is a bottomless darkness in which all the unknowns are hidden.

Wan Guchuan glanced inside, put his hand on the hilt of his sword, "Follow me."

"Be careful," Lin Hong hurriedly followed him, "Sure enough, a skilled man is bold..."

The hall was very dim, and as soon as one stepped in, a tall statue of Bodhisattva suddenly came into view.

All the corners and outlines were hidden in the darkness, and a pair of eyes looked at the person coming.

Lin Hong saw a deeper shadow creeping silently behind the Buddha statue.

!Lin Hong grabbed Wan Guchuan's arm in front of him, and said in a low voice, "There is something!"

The hall is too empty, too quiet, even the slightest sound can echo in the hall.

Wan Guchuan lit up a candle beside him.

In the huge hall, the handful of light was still a little weak, and the light and shadow intertwined, gloomy and dark, which made it even more strange.

The first thing that came into view was the overturned tribute on the table, and the broken porcelain pieces all over the floor—it should be that the plate containing the tribute was broken.

The garland is gone, and there are petals all over the place.

"Yin Guang came to eat flowers again?" Lin Hong was startled by the black shadow just now, and his heart beat fast.

"I don't know yet." Wan Guchuan held up the candlestick and looked up at the Bodhisattva statue.

This Bodhisattva is a little different.

The statues of Manjusri, Samantabhadra, and Avalokitesvara are all celestial beings wearing a crown and a wreath, while the Bodhisattva in front of him sits on a lotus platform, wearing cassocks, holding a tin staff in his left hand, and a wishful seal in his right hand, showing the appearance of a monk. . (Note 1)

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva." Wan Guchuan said.

It seems that the four ancient characters on the plaque outside the door are "Ksitigarbha Palace".

Wan Guchuan looked at it for a while, "It's Baoyin Dizang, who specializes in saving hungry ghosts and sentient beings."

"Don't worry about who it is, just look at what's behind it." Lin Hong was still thinking about that shadow.

Holding the handful of faint lights, the two slowly circled behind the Bodhisattva statue.

Light and shadow are intertwined, and there is a cold Bodhisattva statue on the side.

The candlelight enveloped them, forcing the darkness back bit by bit, slowly revealing the scene behind them...

With a sudden turn——

There is nothing behind the Pusa statue.

"Maybe he escaped." Wan Guchuan took a candle and lighted it casually.

not right...

Lin Hong pointed to the top of his head, "Show...take a photo on the top..."

Wan Guchuan glanced at him, and raised the candle as he said.

The two looked up.

White light flashes! !

The two were so shaken that they closed their eyes, Wan Guchuan reflexively stretched out his hand to pull Lin Hong, but in vain, someone was already in his arms.

Wan Guchuan's heart beat a little fast, he didn't know if it was because of the unknown white light, or because of the warm body in his arms.

The white light is fleeting.

"Bang!" ! !

A loud bang followed.

After recovering his eyesight, the roof of the temple was empty, and there was nothing there.

Outside the hall, it was pouring rain.

It's lightning and thunder.

Wan Guchuan looked down at the person in his arms.

Lin Hong buried his face on his chest, and grabbed the clothes around his waist, "Fuckfuckfuck...what is it...don't scare me..."

puff……

"It's a ghost. It's so scary." Wan Guchuan said seriously.

"Then run away!" Lin Hong raised his head and tugged at him, but saw a handsome face with a smile that was hard to hold back.

Lin Hong:.

Lin Hong blushed, and only then did he realize how he got into his arms... "No, I'm..."

"What is it?" Wan Guchuan raised his eyebrows.

"Yes... I don't know." Lin Hong pretended to be stupid for a moment.

The most instinctive thing is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and hide wherever it is safest.

Wan Guchuan smiled, couldn't help reaching out and rubbing his head, "Don't be afraid."

Lin Hong's face was still red, and he said without confidence, "I'm not afraid..."

Wan Guchuan saved him face and didn't tease him anymore. He glanced at the rain outside and saw thunder rolling in the distance, "We are trapped."

Lin Hong pinched the bridge of his nose, his frightened heart still beating, and he glanced outside, "Didn't everything be fine just now..."

Wan Guchuan withdrew his expression, and pulled Lin Hong behind him.

Lin Hong didn't understand.

There was a sound of footsteps from far and near.

A black shadow broke through the torrential rain and stepped into the temple.

The people who came were soaked and dripping water all over. Seeing them froze, it was obvious that they hadn't expected it.

He performed a Buddhist ceremony, "Hello, two benefactors."

It was the good guide who took them up the mountain that day!

Lin Hong put his head behind Wan Guchuan and smiled at him, "Master Shandao!"

Compared to Yin Guang, Lin Hong prefers good guidance.

Shandao had gentle eyes, even though he was drenched, he didn't think he was embarrassed, "The poor monk encountered rain on the road, I didn't expect to come in and meet two benefactors."

He looked down and saw the broken tribute plate and scattered flower petals on the ground, "This is..."

"We also came in to see when we heard the sound of things breaking." Lin Hong was afraid that he would think they did it.

Director Shan sighed, squatted down and began to tidy up, "It's Junior Brother Yinguang again."

Wan Guchuan looked at those petals.

Is it really Yinguang?

But just now, Yin Guang left in the opposite direction from here.

"Does he really eat flowers?" Lin Hong asked.

Shandao looked at the petals on the ground, "Well, I saw it with my own eyes."

Is the senior monk mentioned by the little novice a good teacher?

Shandao cleaned silently.

Here, Wan Guchuan unintentionally raised his hand holding a candle, and the light hit the wall.

Lin Hong also happened to look over, "Hey, there are murals."

He walked over and watched carefully.

It has a sense of age, it is half worn, and it may not have been repaired later, and the bright color has become dull.

"What did you draw?"

"Eight Great Hells." Director Shan finished packing up, and when he saw them looking at the murals, he came over.

Lin Hong could see that it was hell.

Mountains of knives and swords, axes, axes, guns, saws, cuts and thorns, flying stones and gravel, buttons and locks and sticks... all kinds of copper and iron swords and firearms are used to punish the sentient beings who have suffered evil retribution in hell.

Burning, chopping, boiling, pulling out tongues, iron hooks, piercing intestines... all kinds of tortures emerge in endlessly.

The fine brushwork is profound and lifelike. The tortured people have painful expressions and open their mouths, as if they can hear their desperate screams, but the tortured ghost is smiling.

Full of blood and fire.

Chilling.

Wan Guchuan pointed to one of the monks, "It should be about Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva preaching in hell."

"Exactly." Shandao said, "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is a Bodhisattva who specializes in enlightening sentient beings in the "evil world of five turbidities" in the world without Buddhas. (Note 2)"

When Shandao talked about things, his voice was gentle and pleasant to listen to. Lin Hong looked at him, wanting to hear him continue.

Shandao followed his will and continued: "Hell is considered the most terrifying place in the world, it is a filthy land, a turbid world, the evil ghosts there have many wrong views, ignorance and ignorance, and the crimes are serious.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva wants them to take refuge in the good way in the retribution of bad karma, turn to the Buddha, and be liberated as soon as possible. "

"He made a big wish: 'When all living beings are saved, Fang Zheng Bodhi; Hell is not empty, and he vows not to become a Buddha'." Shandao rubbed the beads in his hand.

"It sounds so powerful." Lin Hong said, "Even the sentient beings in hell will not give up."

Lin Hong looked along the mural bit by bit, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became.

This hell is too scary, if you do bad things, you will go to hell. If everyone has seen this mural, no one will dare to do bad things again.

Waiting for the living hell, the black rope hell, the congregation hell... one frame after another.

After Lin Hong finished watching it, he looked back hastily. He paused and looked at the last frame carefully, thinking that his eyes were dazzled.

Didn't this fuzzy white shadow just stand in the first frame?

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Note 1: "Ksitigarbha Sutra·Tao Li Tian Gong's Supernatural Powers No. [-]"

Note 2: "Ten Wheel Sutra"