I have special transcendence skills

Exquisite young man, no, Li Yiming is also a person who has seen the big world. He has experienced many incidents such as fans besieging, illegitimate meals and so on. He was held by a man with his hands, so he couldn't scare him. He carefully looked Zhang Xiaoming's face up and down. Said: "Is this your first time to practice Zen?"

Zhang Xiaoming said, "So obvious?"

Li Yiming sighed and said: "Then just wait, you will know what's going on later."

Master Hui Neng's voice came from behind: "Benefactor Zhang, don't be in a hurry."

Zhang Xiaoming withdrew his hand in embarrassment after hearing this, and then looked down. Who knew that in the next few minutes, his worldview would be subverted again. Among the apprentices of the eight-pass fasting, they all showed their magical powers, some were holding mantras, some were Some of them chanted sutras, some wielded magic weapons like Shaolin sticks, and some even folded paper money on the spot before lighting them up.

Although there are many moves, the result is the same. The ghosts are like a large number of landmines in a minesweeper game. After smearing, a large number of them are missing. It is a pity that they continue to flow, and there will be another batch of supernatural beings. Soon, there will be another batch of mines outside the mountain gate Crowded with impenetrable ghosts.

Zhang Xiaoming is a smart man, he was stupid just now, but because he was too excited, now he knows who to focus his attention on, his eyes are full of expectations, he looks at Monk Huineng, hoping that he can give him some advice, let him It can also supersede ghosts.

After checking everyone's progress, the first day of practice was over. Monk Huineng left Zhang Xiaoming behind and said, "Don't wait, Master Zhang." He smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Let's go to the old monk's house to discuss in detail."

Zhang Xiaoming nodded straightly and said, "Okay, okay! Please give me your advice, Master."

……

Qingliang Temple is a national key temple. Compared with the small mountain temples, its environment is not poor. The houses are all made of reinforced concrete, and the incandescent lights in the houses are also very bright.However, there is no air conditioner that I saw in the office before, and there are very few household appliances.

Master Huineng is an eminent monk in the temple, as you can tell by the yellow sea green on his body.

Haiqing said that it is the clothes worn by monks and laymen when they worship the Buddha, and not everyone can wear them all the time. It has two colors, one is black and the other is yellow.Black is worn by ordinary disciples when they worship Buddha or participate in large-scale religious activities, that is, formal clothes in the popular sense; yellow can be worn as ordinary clothes, but only the abbot of a temple, the presiding priest of the puja, and the eminent monks can wear it.

The night Zhang Xiaoming came home, he was forced to stay up all night by the crying ghost babies, so he simply searched for information on Qingliang Temple on the Internet. He also saw the meaning behind Qing's clothing from an introductory book on Buddhism, so he had a superficial understanding of Master Hui Neng's identity.

The room of the eminent monk was deserted, with only a wooden bed, a low table, a few stools, and a simple handmade bookshelf.The only small appliances visible to the naked eye are an old mobile phone, a bulky laptop and an electric kettle.

Zhang Xiaoming was taken aback after seeing it: Are there really people using nine-keyboard mobile phones these days?

Monk Huineng opened the laptop, wiggled ten fingers nimbly, then the screen turned, facing Zhang Xiaoming and said, "Log in to this website."

Zhang Xiaoming opened it with his mobile phone. It was the bbs forum registration interface, which showed that non-invited users were not allowed to enter.

Huineng said: "Just fill in the ID number for the user name, and I've already brought you in."

He was still confused by Monk Zhang Er, but in the current situation, it was best to do as the mage said, so he logged in in a daze.The name of the forum is very strange, it is called "Harmony, Friendship and Mutual Aid Association for Revenant Souls".

Reminiscent of the recent adventure, he said with a dry smile: "This is not what I think it means, is it?"

Master Hui Neng smiled and said, "It means literally."

……

According to the latest census of China, as of 2017, China's total population has reached 13.9 billion, and the official number of deaths is nearly 890 million each year, and the death rate is increasing year by year.

Times are changing with each passing day, and the number of dead people is increasing, but the reincarnation institutions in the underworld have not changed, and they still inherit the reincarnation policy for thousands of years, so there is an unprecedented traffic jam of undead in the world. Floating in the sun.

Master Hui Neng said: "The ghosts of the Republic of China are still queuing up, let alone modern ghosts."

These ghosts wandered around the world, causing a series of impacts like a series of car crashes. The first one was the unlucky ghosts like Zhang Xiaoming, who were born with strong inspiration. When they were bumped by ghosts, they opened their yin and yang eyes and could see ghosts.

The weight of the soul essence particles is 21 grams. There are many ghosts piercing the human body, leaving some soul particles more or less. Then you can see ghosts.

Zhang Xiaoming tremblingly said: "Other than that, what other influences are there?" It's no wonder that he felt uncomfortable all over after hearing this, but ordinary people will not feel comfortable knowing that there are some ghostly relics left on their bodies.

Master Hui Neng said: "Except for the opening of the eyes of the sky, other influences have not been discovered." That is to say, in the past two years, there have been more talents.

Zhang Xiaoming heaved a sigh of relief, turned on the bbs, and the slogan on the forum raised his spirits—everyone is responsible for saving the souls of the dead!

Master Hui Neng was like a roundworm in his stomach. Before he could speak, he said, "That being said, if you don't want to be saved, you don't have to."

Buddhism has the theory of resignation, and "Mingfo Lun" has a saying: "The god of all beings, although its extremes are uniform, moves with the fate." It is absolutely impossible to force it. demand.

"Benefactor Zhang, you can click on the forum mall." Master Huineng looked like a non-human being, listening to words related to e-commerce spit out from his mouth, Zhang Xiaoming was quite awkward.

There are a wide variety of products in the mall, and Taoist spells are at the top, such as spells for clearing the heart, spells for eyesight, and spells for losing weight...

Um? ? ?Weight loss spell?

He then looked down, and there were Buddhist relics, various quality subduing pestles, and so on. Each item had a price clearly marked on it, and how many souls could be saved in exchange for what they needed.

Zhang Xiaoming was very puzzled: "If I liberated ghosts, how would others know?" For example, the young man previously liberated countless ghosts with a sutra-quoted song, who knows the exact number?

Master Hui Neng said: "If you ask me, I can't understand it, but there is a scientific explanation method on the homepage of the forum." , as long as the phone is turned on, you can know how many ghosts have been crossed."

Zhang Xiaoming's current mood can only be described as ambiguous.

but……

He directly dragged the mall to the last page. The prices of replaceable items became more and more expensive, and the last item was even more astronomical, but its utility made him very excited.

[Taishang Laojun's Eight Diagrams Elixir]

[After eating, you can close your spiritual eyes, and you will never be able to see ghosts for life]

……

Whether it was for the final reward of the mall, or simply to make his life more comfortable, Zhang Xiaoming devoted himself to studying in the last few days of the eight-pass fast. He was like a sponge, eagerly absorbing new knowledge.

I have memorized the simple Buddhist scriptures, memorized the six-character mantras by heart, and firmly memorized the patterns of the formations simplified from the Eighteen Bronze Human Needles of Shaolin Temple.To say that there are thousands of Buddhist methods for transforming ghosts, the most profound influence on him was Li Shizhu's "Buddha Said Amitabha Sutra", the singing was loud and clear, and the effect was outstanding, which left a deep impression on him.

Zhang Xiaoming was not ashamed to ask, and asked Li benefactor, "How can I save many ghosts at once?"

Benefactor Li scratched his cool, colorful hair and said, "First memorize the Buddhist scriptures, then find a suitable tune, compose the music, and finally sing it out loud."

"It's that simple?" Zhang Xiaoming was completely shocked.

Li benefactor said: "That's what I do anyway." After he finished speaking, he glanced at Zhang Xiaoming and said, "Hey, don't tell me, I think you look familiar, are you that Zhang who specializes in gourmet food?" ?”

Zhang Xiaoming thought: Can I admit this?Then he put on a standard business smile and said distressedly: "Many people say that, but I'm just an ordinary employee working in a company."

Li benefactor said: "Yes, is it?"

The two people who had their own ghosts looked at each other and smiled, and did what they had to do.

……

When the fast was coming to an end, the Buddhist scriptures that Zhang Xiaoming recited were still useless, and even a couple of ghosts were not served, let alone a large-scale group attack.

Master Hui Neng saw that his mouth was dry while he was reading, so he couldn't help comforting him: "Don't worry, Master Zhang. There is a saying among laymen that the sun rises in the east and rains in the west. You may not have a thorough understanding of Buddhist scriptures, so don't be obsessed with it." He said , "Just look at the king's benefactor, chanting scriptures is not very good, but find another way."

Donor Wang is the one who origami money saves ghosts, but all ordinary ghosts who receive his paper money become fireworks of happiness, and are directly burned by the raging flames burning on the paper money.

"Why don't you think back to your occupation and see if it can be of benefit." Then the king's benefactor is a craftsman.

Benefactor Li interjected: "That's right, don't think it's easy for me to sing scriptures. It's also the result of summer practice and winter practice. When I was a child, I was in the winter, and I had to hang my voice against the cold wind."

Zhang Xiaoming glanced at him sideways, and said abruptly, "Li Yiming?"

Li benefactor said: "Hey!" He immediately reacted and added, "You admit it wrong."

……

After half a month of meditation was over, Zhang Xiaoming had no clue, so he could only go down the mountain and search for a while.

As soon as she stepped out of the mountain gate, the white skirt rushed forward, and she actually wandered outside the mountain gate for half a month!

However, as soon as she got close to Zhang Xiaoming, she gave a warning and was bounced far away.A string of Buddhist beads was wrapped around his wrist, given by Master Huineng, who said it would temporarily allow him to sleep well.

Seeing the white skirt that could only hover five meters away, Zhang Xiaoming almost burst into tears: Long live Master Huineng!Long live the Dharma!

He lived not far from Qingliang Temple, half an hour's drive away. During this period, his cell phone kept buzzing, and people from all walks of life called into his cell phone to inquire about news.

After entering the door and sitting on the sofa, the ghost baby let out a sharp howl and retreated to nowhere, and Zhang Xiaoming also connected the phone.

As soon as it came up, there was a roar like a storm: "Xiao Ming, where have you been? You can't really escape into Buddhism like what you said on the Internet?"

Zhang Xiaoming dug his ears and said: "How is it possible?!" It's just eight fastings, and he hasn't even been shaved, and he is still far away from becoming a monk!

"I'm a gourmet, I like to eat meat, you don't even think about it, can monks eat meat?"

In order to eat meat, I will never become a monk in this life!

Jingyi breathed a sigh of relief on the phone, but before he could even out his breath, he heard Xiao Ming say, "Hey, it's just a short-term eight-pass fasting class, what's the news like?"

Kong Jingyi said tremblingly, "Eight Guan fasting?"

"It's just a short-term meditation." Zhang Xiaoming said, "I went to Qingliang Temple to cleanse my soul and let the troubles of the world away from me." Escape the crowded ghosts and find a quiet place.

Before Kong Jingyi yelled and cursed, Zhang Xiaoming stopped the loss in time and said: "Kong Xiaomei, to make a long story short, has there been any change in work during this time?" Xiaomei is the nickname he gave Kong Jingyi, which is comparable to Xiaoming. They are friends from junior high school to university. As an adult, he became a partner in self-media operations.

When it comes to work, even if there are thousands of fires, you have to hold back. There are not many small things to say, but there is only one strange big thing: "Do you remember the Beijing Roast Duck Restaurant that was approved in the previous article?"

Zhang Xiaoming said: "Remember, it hasn't closed down yet?"

"Not only is there nothing, but the business is getting more and more prosperous." Kong Xiaomei's voice came from the other side of the phone, making Zhang Xiaoming's brows tightly clenched, "The boss has posted a lot of texts, scolding you with rhythm on the Internet."

Zhang Xiaoming narrowed his eyes: "Call me?"

"Besides, there is something else, which I find a bit strange."

"Didn't you say earlier that the family stole the prescription from master Quanjude Xie?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Master Xie is in a coma." Kong Jingyi said, "I haven't found out the reason yet, but I guess it's not because of that roast duck restaurant. After you posted the article, Quanjude sent someone to find the owner. We'll talk later." When he came back, Mr. Xie fell into a coma, and the business of that family became even better." As he spoke, he himself felt a little cold, "I sound a bit evil."

evil?Zhang Xiaoming's eyes were narrowed, and he suddenly remembered something. Didn't he start hitting ghosts after he came back from eating there?

Touching the beads wrapped around his wrist, he was filled with strength: "In two days, I'll go to that store to have a look."

Turning his head to look at the white skirt and the ghost baby holding the door frame, he smiled coldly and said: All monsters, ghosts and snake gods will show their true colors in front of the Buddhist beads given to him by Master Huineng!