It was getting late.

Outside the suburbs.

A barren old tunnel with weeds.

The little monk held the demon-subduing pestle in his hand and faced the dark tunnel, holding the wish to give to others, and kept chanting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

"It is a general title, and it is the abbreviation of the Sutra. The sutras spoken by the Buddha are the principles proved by the Buddhas and the opportunities possessed by sentient beings, so they are called the Sutra..."

The weak golden light continues.

The little monk closed his eyes and meditated in front of the tunnel.

The golden light floats as if it will dissipate at any time.

But it was faintly surrounded by the little monk Yin, like a golden lotus.

Sprinkle lotus flowers on your mouth!

In the dark and deep tunnel.

Thick dust and garbage everywhere.

Plastic bags, paper confetti, and even excrement in the corner.

The decaying mottled cement walls are covered with green moss.

From the perspective of invisible people.

A dozen strange-shaped ghosts wandered slowly among them.

Ferocious and terrifying.

No matter how dark the corner is.

A terrifying figure tied together with rusty marks appeared and disappeared.

The terrible twisted face face was head down, four pale and green arms were lying on the ground, and two feet were dragged behind him.

It is constantly preying on other ghosts in the tunnel.

The chain flew out and tied it up, then grabbed it in your hands and chewed it in big mouths.

The little monk kept reciting Buddhist scriptures.

At this time, he was sweating profusely and couldn't help frowning.

It is obvious that his practice is not enough and he cannot suppress all the ghosts in this tunnel.

The ghosts and gods tied together by chains slowly climbed to the exit.

"Gee...Gee..."

"People...hehe..."

"Someone giggles... I saw it... I..."

It smiled strangely, tilted its head, and the exposed bright red neck was flowing out of blood as it moved, and its pale eyes were standing together staring at the little monk outside.

It slowly crawled outward.

Eat him!

The man outside ate!

Sudden!

A golden seal fell from the sky and slammed into the tunnel.

The golden light shines everywhere.

The sound of the Sanskrit is lingering.

Ordinary ghosts were directly purified into a stream of blue smoke by the golden seal.

The ghost tied up by the chain was slapped into the depths of the tunnel by the golden light.

The young monk stood behind Qin and touched the little monk's bald head.

"Okay, okay, stop thinking, it's done."

Because he wrinkled his cute little face, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and couldn't help complaining.

"Uncle Master, can you stop doing this? You don't know what the Taoist priests on Longhu Mountain said to us."

As he said that, Leyin cleared his throat and imitated the sarcastic tone of the little Taoist priest, "The bald donkeys in Jingxin Temple are all virtues, and they will be smashed down with a scattered seal at any time. This monk has a real murderous intention."

The young monk didn't care at all, and didn't even refute.

He just clenched his fist as he was big on the sandbag and nodded in favor.

"Yes, this is Buddhism!"

……………………

"Go to the Dharma of the asterisk!"

Fang Ping'an lowered his head and fiddled with his cell phone.

Delete the complete collection of Buddhist scriptures in the playlist.

No use at all!!

Because of fear.

So Fang Ping'an did not choose to take a taxi.

Didi's taxi is useless.

After all, the taxi experience that night was extremely poor.

Even left an indelible shadow on his young heart.

There is constant sound of chirping.

The withered tentacle monster kept catching other ghosts on the road.

Arrest and put it on Fang Ping'an.

Turn over and bake both sides evenly, then swallow in one bite.

The palms of your hands are sweating when you put them in your pocket.

Although he was very frightened, he still had to pretend to be calm!

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Fang Ping'an always felt that the ghost was originally withered.

Then, by constantly devouring other ghosts.

seemingly……

Not as haggard as it was at the beginning.

…………

The three big characters of Jingxin Temple are hung high on the temple gate.

The temple door is locked.

There was also a piece of white paper sticking to the door.

It says above.

"The food in the temple has been light recently. My nephew and I have worked hard to survive. We will eventually lose the grilled chicken, roast duck, braised elbow, and barbecue beer, so I asked for a day off, Wuliang's Heavenly Lord."

Fang Ping'an looked at the words on the white paper.

Everyone is stupid.

Fake monk??

Roasted chicken, roast duck braised elbow?

This temple seems to be not very good...

Rest in the Infinite Heavenly Lord.

Is this a blame for Taoism after breaking the precepts?

It was getting late.

The night wind was cold, just like a pair of cold hands gently stroked Fang Ping'an's cheeks, and the street lights on both sides suddenly began to flash, as if they were about to go out at any time.

Didi!

Just then.

A dilapidated taxi was galloping from the distance with high beams.

Fang Ping'an looked at the familiar taxi and his mentality broke down at that time!

It's the taxi in red!
To be continued...