The moon is half curved, like a hook.

The vast mountains became gloomy under the faint moonlight. In the first half of the night, there were insects crying, but in the second half of the night, the mountains for dozens of miles became quiet, and then there was silence, as if something terrifying appeared.

Mr. Zhang woke up from his sleep and watched the wife beside him sleeping soundly. He bit his thumb and then drew a rune on Mrs. Zhang's face, which emitted a faint light.

It's strange that Mr. Zhang is not a practitioner, but he seems to have mysterious power at this time.

A piece of seal on his waist radiated a faint glow. He was silent for a moment and took off the seal on his waist and put it into the clothes on his wife's chest.

Then he tiptoed out of the room, cautiously for fear that something would make a sound, and would wake up his wife, like a little thief.

After closing the door gently, Mr. Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, but then his face became solemn.

He walked towards the wing where Mu Ming was, his face a little cold.

The door was already open. He remembered that he took a look before going to bed. At that time, the doors and windows were closed, but now they are open!

A faint golden light radiated in the house, and a figure was on the head of the wooden bed.

After Mr. Zhang entered this room, he saw this scene. It was a bit strange that the figure was illusory and like a ghost!

The phantom turned around and saw Mr. Zhang with a look of indifferent expression. He also saw a wisp of white energy condensed in Mr. Zhang's hand. The white energy carried a slight destructive power, and seemed to have a terrifying only one. The phantom felt burning and stinging all over his body, but he still bowed and bowed.

"Donor!" The phantom bowed and bowed. He was a bald monk, but he had a kind-eyed and showed a kind-hearted smile. This was also the reason why Mr. Zhang was a little angry but did not take action.

"Who are you? What do you want to treat my son?" Zhang Lai also spoke, his voice was not high, but the white air in his hand became bright. Seeing this, the monk bowed to this point, and then said: "Master Zhang, I am the abbot of this place..."

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Zhang interrupted: "This place has long been dilapidated, and the abbot is gone. Moreover, I have seen the abbot, and it is definitely not like you."

The monk smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, if I hadn't remembered, I had forgotten it myself. It was about sixteen years ago. At that time, I had a relationship with the donor and saw the face of the donor. At that time, he said that the donor and the donor had a good fortune. He just had a divine appearance. He didn't think that when he met again, he was different from the human and ghost..."

Mr. Zhang was surprised, then carefully identified it, and finally said, "It turns out that he is really a master, but the master looks like this..." His words became much gentler, and his indifference faded.

Although the monk is a phantom, his expression is no different from that of ordinary people. He is very old, like a centenarian, with wrinkles on his face, like the old skin of a pine tree.

"I am dead, now I am just a ghost, and it does not pose a threat to the donor. I am also a mortal when I am alive, and the same is true for my heart. It is not a vengeful ghost or a ghost." The monk spoke, very frankly. Mr. Zhang pondered for a moment and said, "What happened? You and I are the same age as each other. But at that time, you were like a gentle jade, and you were in a great age. And you were familiar with the scriptures. You and I had dialectical about Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism and Taoism. In my eyes, you have become a monk, but now you are a different path, and there are still remaining in the world. But you have a wish. If so, let's talk about it, I can do it for you, and it will be fine.

However, the monk shook his head and said, "A monk has all four elements, all six senses are pure, and he is in the world. What else can he not satisfy? The donor is kind-hearted and makes me grateful. The donor said he wants to finish a fate, but the monk can't repay the cause and effect, and he is troubled by the monk."

"Why, by the way, why is this temple so down and out? I thought you had left..." Mr. Zhang felt unusual. At this time, the horses neighed outside the temple. Mr. Zhang was about to go out, but the monk said, "It's okay, that thing doesn't eat livestock."

Mr. Zhang became solemn, something seemed to be wrong, but at this time, a strong wind blew, making people feel cold in the skin, as if it was in the cold winter.

Seeing this, the monk just waved his hand, then opened his mouth to recite scriptures, layer by layer of Buddha light radiated, a light curtain appeared, landed on Mu Ming's bed, isolating Mu Ming, and then said: "Strange, the same soul, but the body is not the same, and..."

"Tell me, how come the monks are like this in your affairs?"

When the monk saw Mr. Zhang shook his head, he seemed to understand something, so he gave up: "So you already know it."

Mr. Zhang sighed lightly, there were some doubts about some things, so because of this, he was unwilling to touch the truth.

The monk glanced at Mu Ming, walked over with his illusory body and managed the windows. It was strange to say that although it was illusory, it seemed to have strength.

"That was five years ago, something happened in the mountains. A mountain spirit and wild monster appeared. He called himself the old monster of Black Mountain and was a vine wood monster. I felt something, so I went to find this guy..."

The elder just listened and couldn't help but sigh. It turned out that there was a vine tree on the Black Mountain in the mountain that became a spirit, but it was not a spirit monster, but a monster. There were some differences between the two. One was born from the favor of heaven and earth, and the other was born because of the gathering of evil spirits in the mountain and was despised by heaven and earth. The old monster in the Black Mountain was that monster. A monk died on the Black Mountain. The monk had a resentment and then attached to a thousand-year-old vine tree, which was so spiritual.

That's why the monk wanted to save the vine tree to prevent harming people. Unexpectedly, the old monster of Black Mountain came up on his own and said he was going to enter Buddhism. The monk was very happy and said that he was worthy of being a psychic creature.

Then he took this vinewood as his disciple and recited scriptures and worshiped Buddha every day. But what the monk didn't know was that this vinewood was doing in this way to cleanse its own demonic energy. The monk was also a mortal, but he focused on the Buddha and condensed Buddhist relics in his body. This relics were breathing in one breath, useless to ordinary people, but it was of great use to this vinewood, which would directly transform the body of Vinewood because it was the power of the mind.

The reason for this is that plants, trees, insects and beasts do not have seven orifices. Some only have three or four orifices, and some even have no idea, such as the stubborn stone, while the relics are sincere and have a destiny effect. Of course, they are just for these plants, insects and beasts.

The so-called sincerity comes from the perspective of metal and stone, which is exactly this principle!

The vine wood recites scriptures every day, and its mind seems to have changed. Unlike other mountain spirits and wild monsters, it seems to have opened its seven orifices, which is no different from humans. So its mind becomes active. It seeks an opportunity. When its demonic energy disappears, it swallows the monk directly. The monk's remnants' soul is not spared. At this moment, all the Buddha statues in the temple recite scriptures to suppress this beast, and even regains a wisp of the monk's remnants, and the old monster in the Black Mountain escapes because of this.

The monk's soul was in a daze, no consciousness, and was constantly consumed. Finally, he accidentally entered the golden body of Maitreya Buddha, which was preserved. Moreover, the monk worshiped the Buddha every day and invisibly connected with the Buddha statue. Therefore, he recovered some consciousness over the years, but he could not leave and could not be reincarnated. The arrival of Mu Ming and others made the monk successful.

The few people prayed devoutly without any intention. The power of their wishes fell into the Maitreya Buddha and was absorbed by the monk. Only then did they turn into form, so this scene happened.

After hearing this, Mr. Zhang sighed: "There is only the will of heaven. I was guided by you that day. I didn't expect that I would do good deeds today. Although I, a couple, worshipped Buddha devoutly, it is not enough to transform you into form. We are mortals after all."

But after saying that, Mr. Zhang looked at Mu Ming who was asleep on the bed.

"It shocks the power of the young master's mind, and it actually carries the power of creation." A faint flame added to the monk's hand, but the monk's body completely dimmed. "This is his spiritual power, with a slight smell of creation."

The flames in the monk's hand disappeared, but his body returned to light again.

"So when the donor was in the hall, I wanted to show up, but I was afraid that you thought I was a ghost, so I kept looking at you, it was considered to be a careful study. I am not afraid of life and death, but I am afraid that I will be broken up before I even spoke. Then my monk's original intention could not be achieved. I only appeared after you go to bed, in order to wait for the donor, in order to have a chance to speak to be grateful."

The monk saluted again, "In addition, I would like to remind you that the old demon of Black Mountain has been causing trouble and harming people over the years. Even the past monks have been swallowed up, so I am powerless, but fortunately I am afraid of him here, but the appearance of the young master made it ignore these things."

The monk told me the reason, Mr. Zhang thanked me, and then said, "I guess I can't leave!"

But at this time, outside the temple, there were naturally crying sounds. The monk's face changed slightly and said, "The two little foxes who stole the lamp oil in the temple had grown up... It's a pity that they took the wrong path!"

boom!

The mountain gate was broken, and the wind blew, and the horses outside the temple began to neigh. Mr. Zhang snorted coldly and walked out of the house. Then he saw two women in white crying outside the mountain gate, with a sad voice, which made people feel unbearable, as if they were two lonely and helpless women.
Chapter completed!