no soul

The white shadow in the mural was following him.

"Fuck! There is a strange white shadow in the mural!" Lin Hong took a step back.

When Wan Guchuan heard Bai Yingying, his heart tightened, he strode towards Lin Hong, and pulled him up, "Go!"

It looked exactly the same as last night.

This is an opponent he can't beat, and he may not be able to protect Lin Hong.

"Let's go!" Lin Hong also felt that something was wrong.

"Master Shandao, I've offended you." Lin Hong pulled up the nearby Shandao, "Get out of here."

"Why?" Shandao was puzzled as he pulled his sleeves and walked outside, "Benefactor Lin, it's raining heavily outside."

"Let's go out first." Lin Hong said to Shan Dao with a chill running down his spine.

When they reached the door, the only candle was extinguished suddenly, and the darkness roared from behind like a flood.

Wan Guchuan dragged Lin Hong and walked outside without hesitation.

The torrential rain lashed at them like a long whip of punishment from heaven.

Painful screams and wailing instantly exploded in the hall behind him!

It is the screams of all the evils in hell in the evil karma, the screams that tear the throat and break the soul.

The hall suddenly burst into flames!

A sea of ​​fire is still full of momentum in the rainstorm.

The Buddha's tears cannot quench the wild fire of desire in the world.

The screams and the torrential rain vibrated together, and all the evils have suffered all kinds of hardships and still remain unrepentant.

When will I take refuge in the good way, and when will hell be empty.

In the raging fire, a burly and tall figure stood at the door of the hall, holding a titanium fork in one hand and a wicked head dripping with blood in the other.

Lightning tore through the night, illuminating a ferocious face, and it was fleeting.

Speed ​​ghost.

No further explanation needed.

The muffled thunder exploded!

Lin Hong: Shit.

Wan Guchuan pressed the sword on the back of his waist.

"Amitabha." Shandao put his hands together in front of his chest.

The three stood in the rainstorm.

Hungry ghosts stand in the fire.

The two sides stood still.

The scurrying ghost watched them with eyes, retreating slowly into the flames and screams behind him.

The fire gradually extinguished, and the Ksitigarbha Palace in front of me returned to its original gloomy state, hanging low in the night.

The two drenched people returned to the residence.

The water-soaked shoes made a "click" sound when they stepped on the ground, and there was a watermark on each foot.

The door "creaked" to shut out the lightning flash, but it couldn't shut out the muffled thunder.

Wan Guchuan unloaded his sword, "Go take a shower first." Don't catch a cold again.

"What about you? How about I go to the next door..." Forget it, Lin Hong didn't dare to go to the next door alone after watching the Speeding Ghost, and he didn't dare to let Wan Guchuan go to the next door, "You go to wash first."

"You go, I don't catch colds as easily as you do." Wan Guchuan turned his back and took off his soaked top.

In the hazy light, the muscular muscles on his back moved as he raised his hand, and the light and shadow fell on it, with smooth lines, spreading into the pants at the waist, full of strength and beauty.

The long hair was pulled to the front, and a stray strand of wet hair stuck to the skin on the back, and the drops of water meandered down, all the way to the waist...

Lin Hong's heart twitched suddenly, "Then...then I'll go first..."

Even when Lin Hong was soaking in the bathtub, he was still thinking: It’s okay to be good-looking, but the body is still so good, really...

He squeezed his arm: Tsk.

In the morning, the air is slightly cool.

Mountains and rivers linger outside the loneliness, and the temples on the top of the mountain are uneven.

On the top of the mountain directly opposite, there is a colorful Buddha light that illuminates all living beings.

The entire Shenxiu Mountain was bathed in the sound of chanting.

"Namo, Helatana, Duolayeye,

Nanwu, Ah Laye, Polu Jiedi, Shuobalaye,

Bodhisattva, Mahasattva—” (Note 1)

The voice is full of sandalwood fragrance, calm and peaceful, like the gentle giant hand of Buddha caressing the valley.

Do great benefits for all sentient beings in the evil world in the future.

All things come to worship.

Lin Hong and Wan Guchuan were walking on the road.

"What do you mean by Speeding Ghost? What is it going to do?" Lin Hong asked.

He had originally planned to discuss this issue with Wan Guchuan last night, but unfortunately he had fallen asleep and passed out when Wan Guchuan came out of the shower.

Wan Guchuan said: "It should still be aimed at me."

"But he followed me." Lin Hong said, "Did I forget what bad things I did?"

"Very likely." Wan Guchuan agreed.

Lin Hong: "...Impossible."

Wan Guchuan was thinking about another question, "Since it is nearby, why did it wait until we left the hall?"

"Let's run fast." Lin Hong said with a smile.

"It's a speeding ghost, how fast can you be as fast as it?"

"Um...that makes sense..."

"And it left without doing anything in the end," Wan Guchuan thought for a while, "It seems to be afraid of something."

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? It is a hungry ghost, and Baoyin Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is dedicated to saving it, so he is afraid?" Lin Hong guessed.

He thought about it for a while, and then said: "It's not right, it burned down all the halls of Bodhisattvas."

"Maybe hungry ghosts are not afraid of Bodhisattvas? Hell is not empty, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva never became a Buddha." Lin Hong said again.

Great wish that Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha does not become a Buddha, but stays in the Three Realms with the image of a Bodhisattva, and goes deep into the terrible hell to save all living beings.

To save sentient beings with the body of a bodhisattva, the merit and virtue should be equal to that of a Buddha.

The two overturned this conjecture again.

"Statues and temples are just carriers, and I'm afraid they have no deterrent effect. As I said before, ghosts are not afraid of temples." Wan Guchuan said.

"What is the speeding ghost afraid of? He's not afraid of statues, and he doesn't have a real body?" Lin Hong said.

"Who said no?" Wan Guchuan raised his eyebrows, "Since you saw the Buddha bone relic, have you brought it?"

Lin Hong didn't even have to think about it, "I'm sure I didn't. Could it be that Master Shandao brought it? Or because he sincerely recited the Buddha's name and the Buddha blessed him, and then we were all rich?"

"It's also possible, but don't draw conclusions too early." Wan Guchuan said.

The two walked towards the Daxiong Palace, and the more they walked, the more lively it became. Monks came and went, and believers also streamed in an endless stream. The incense in front of them went up to the sky lightly, and the scent of sandalwood filled the air.

Wan Guchuan asked Lin Hong: "Did you see the head of the villain in Speed ​​Ghost's hand last night?"

"I saw it."

"It is rumored that the speeding ghost will never let the wicked go." Wan Guchuan said, "If it is because of good guidance, why didn't it kill me that day?"

"Didn't you beat it away that day?" Lin Hong looked at him.

"You think highly of me too, you might die if you fight for a long time," Wan Guchuan said.

That's a Yaksha ghost.

Lin Hong was startled, "Don't! What if it comes again, don't care about the reason, you should follow Master Shandao closely!"

Wan Guchuan: "..."

"You demon monk! What are you talking nonsense about!"

While the two were talking, a man yelled loudly in front of them, followed by a muffled sound, and then a sound of falling to the ground.

The crowd stirred and gathered somewhere ahead.

"What's the matter?" Lin Hong looked over there.

The two followed the crowd.

"My career is booming now, great blessing! Why do you say that I will have a catastrophe? I am bah!" The man's voice was raised a lot.

"You, a demon monk who doesn't even accept Buddha, are talking nonsense here! Are you cursing me!"

Lin Hong felt that the more he listened, the more he would be able to connect with individuals, but when he looked past the crowd, it was as expected.

Yin Guang sat on the ground rubbing his prayer beads with his eyes closed, the corner of his mouth was cut and bleeding, obviously he was punched.

A man in brocade clothes and fine manners stood in front of him, pointing at him and scolding him.

That's crazy, and it looks like he's about to go up and beat someone up again.

The people around looked at him, fearing that it would harm Chi Yu, and they didn't dare to pull him.

"Forget it, forget it, before the Buddha." Someone still tried to persuade him.

"Never mind your business! In front of the Buddha, I want to scold him even more!" The man was very angry.

No one dared to speak after that.

I heard his voice alone, "Damn it! I'm here to fulfill my wish today! All my wishes come true! Buddha bless you, do you think I will have a catastrophe?!"

Lin Hong roughly understood that it should be Yin Guang who can't speak, and when he saw this person's bad luck or the fate he mentioned, he said it directly.

This man is also a person who made his wish come true and was full of ambition. He was furious when he heard the sentence "There will be a catastrophe".

What's more, the person who said this is a practitioner who has not received precepts and cannot be called a monk. In fact, no one will be happy after hearing it... It's just that the reaction is too big.

The man was still scolding, and the more he scolded, the worse it sounded.

Yin Guang said nothing.

"Talk to me!" The man stretched out his foot and kicked Yin Guang who was sitting on the ground, and kicked heavily on his chest, with a muffled sound, "Didn't you just curse me?"

Yin Guang fell back on the ground again, coughing, and there was a footprint on the white cassock on his chest.

"You didn't take the precepts, you fucking unlucky bastard, what kind of Buddha did you learn! You insulted Buddhism!" The man kicked him again, "Clean up and go down the mountain, don't curse people here!"

"Tsk." Lin Hong squeezed through the crowd and put his hand on his shoulder, which was quite heavy, "What are you beating someone for? Can't you learn Buddhism without receiving precepts? Why can't you learn from Buddha's salvation of sentient beings?"

The man glanced at him and shook his hand away, "Never mind your business!"

Lin Hong laughed, "Hey, I'm happy to mind your business."

The man became angry with embarrassment, "You and this demon monk are the same thing! If you don't judge me, help him."

"You still have to come to help you? Are you so domineering?" Lin Hong raised his eyebrows.

"Don't mess around!" The man pointed to the people watching the excitement around him, "Just like them - mind your own business!"

Everyone was kicked back a few steps by him.

The man sneered, looked at Yin Guang on the ground again, and began to roll up his sleeves, with a vicious expression on his face, "I'm going to teach him a lesson in front of the Buddha today! Accumulate some merit!"

Lin Hong said: "There is no difference between facing the Buddha and behind the Buddha's back. It's like carrying the Buddha statue behind your back and doing some sneaky deeds, you will still go to hell. Since you are so confident, you must have done a lot of good things behind the Buddha's back." ? Are you short of this little merit?"

When the man heard "go to hell", his face changed instantly.

"Say...that's right, if I let you off today, the Buddha may not necessarily let you go!" The man forced himself to calm down, turned and left.

When leaving, he bumped Lin Hong hard with his shoulder.

Lin Hong frowned but ignored it.

The crowd avoided the ferocious man one after another, but one person stood in front of him and did not move away.

"What's in the way! Get out of here!" The man raised his head and glared fiercely at the person in front of him.

Wan Guchuan stood there looking down at him, his eyes were terribly cold, as much hostility as there was on the battlefield now.

The man's heart began to feel weak, and he didn't dare to breathe out.

"Want me to teach you how to walk?" Wan Guchuan's voice was also cold.

Suddenly the alarm bell rang in the man's mind, his hairs stood on end, his eyeballs rolled around, he stopped talking, and walked around Wangu River without turning back.

The crowd also left.

Yin Guang looked at the man's back with a sad expression.

"Junior Brother Yinguang!" Shan Dao rushed over with a few monks and helped Yin Guang who was sitting on the ground, "Junior Zizai came to see me, I heard what he said, are you okay?"

Yin Guang shook his head, "Skin trauma."

He looked at Lin Hong, "Thank you for helping me out."

"It's not for you, it's just that I can't get used to it." Lin Hong said.

Yin Guang looked at him, and performed a Buddha ceremony, "What I just said is right, everyone can be a Buddha."

The Buddha is outside the three realms, with "32 signs" and "eighty kinds of goodness".

The Buddha has myriad appearances, and all living beings also have the appearance of the Buddha.

All living beings have Buddha nature, and everyone in the world can become a Buddha.

This heart is good, this heart is toward the Buddha, what does it matter if you accept the precepts or not?

So Yin Guang never felt sad about it.

The author has something to say:

Buddhism advocates the abolition of opposites, and this man is completely wrong as a Buddhist

Note 1: "The Great Compassion Mantra"