My Weird Life

  Chapter 664 The person carrying the puzzle (12)

   "Puzzle..." Master Tiezhi murmured in an inexplicable tone.

  Nine-headed dolls had serious expressions on their faces, and said hesitantly, "The 'War of Plague King' that you comprehended in the Dizang Temple came from that puzzle, and that puzzle is the root of all the inheritance of the Pu'an Altar?

  Is this also the biggest secret that Dizang Temple is trying to keep? "

"Yes..." Zhitong said in a low voice with a blank expression, "Perhaps the Temple of the Great Wishing King and the Hei'an Altar belonged to the same family. The "Vows Sutra" created by the patriarch fits perfectly.

  The third-generation Great Wishing Monk watched the puzzle behind the statue of Hei Ksitigarbha, combined with the "Vow Sutra", created the "Plague King Guard of Honor".

  All the "monks of the Three Kings" in later generations must first understand the "Vow Sutra" if they want to have the "Guard of Honor of the Plague King".

   And before the Great Wishing King Temple got closer to Taoism and obtained the eight ghost king talismans, the "Vanish Sutra" was useless to the monks in the temple, and it never played a role at all?

  How could there be such a coincidence in the world?

   This can't be a coincidence!

The truth is, Dayuanwangmiao and Heiantan were originally a family, but in the course of historical changes, one family was dismantled into two families, and they were separated for many years. Although they reunited according to the guidance of the dark, they were separated It is already deep, and it is difficult to reunite the broken mirror.

The 'Monk King' Sian Chay, also after participating in the "Van Sutra", coupled with the secret method of inheriting the Pu'an altar, can be cultivated to overwhelm the monks of many dizang temples, successfully leading the Pu'an altar to another Open the door..."

   Master Tiezhi and Nine-Headed Waiver would never believe what Zhitong said.

   Only when Zhitong said these words, he was putting gold on the face of the Dizang Temple.

  Which dharma lineage in Fujian is unknown? The Ksitigarbha Temple seems to be a monk's temple, but in fact it is more like a Taoist Dharma line, repairing talismans, reciting mantras, worshiping gods and inviting altars, daily morning and evening classes, and holding various "zhai parties" on the birthdays of gods. It is the Taoist Dharma.

  Now Zhitong claims that he and Hei'antan may be part of the same family, but separated for a period of time... How can Master Tiezhi and Nine-headed Baby believe this kind of rhetoric?

   "The guard of honor for resenting the gods, the guard of honor for the plague king.

  The guard of honor of the King of Plague is the third-generation altar master of the Ksitigarbha Temple. "Li Bi got to the point, "Could it be that, 'Resentment God' is so tricky, Zeng has actually seen that puzzle? ! "

  As soon as he said this, Master Tiezhi's eyes suddenly showed horror!

The panic on Zhitong's face grew stronger: "Among us, those who are more aware of the situation of resentful gods are afraid that the Pu'an altar Dharma Buddha 'Kongming', but Kongming was killed by the resentful **** Bodhisattva after seeing him face to face. , dismembered—"

   "Kong Ming's death may have been intentionally done by the God-Resenting Bodhisattva!" Master Tie Zhi's eyes were dark, and he glanced at the two accomplices around him, "This is so weird, is it possible that he still has consciousness?!"

  As soon as this remark came out,

  Everyone was silent.

  My heart is cold!

  If the 'Resenting God Bodhisattva' has consciousness, that is enough to show that it is now consciously and selectively killing people!

  Then it kills selectively—for what? !

  In order to complete the so-called 'puzzle' behind the statue of Kurojizo? !

"In the Heijiao Mountain of Wumen, there is a collection of 'Underground Wanchi Collection of Divine Scrolls'. According to legend, this scroll was descended by God himself. Mao Wuyi gathered the divine scrolls to enshrine the group of ghosts. If it is contaminated with charms, it can practice various magical powers. Even incarnate as a god!

  'Master Heizhi' has been practiced into 'God's beard and hair', 'God's skin', and 'God's bone', and his lifespan has exceeded 800 years!

  Although he is not yet able to incarnate as the **** of the scorpion, he can at least be said to be the son of the **** of the scorpion!

  The ‘Underground Ten Thousand Foot Collecting Divine Scroll’,

   is a puzzle. "Master Tie Zhi suddenly spoke at this time, as if talking about another matter that had nothing to do with the current situation.

   After it finished speaking, its miserable green eyes looked at the nine-headed baby.

The nine-headed doll looked dignified: "The puppet veins come from the Wumen. There is also a 'Heavenly Puppet Picture' in the puppet veins. If you practice according to the picture, you can cultivate yourself into a 'Heavenly Puppet'. Besides the puppet veins, there are also rumors—' The picture of the sky puppet comes from the "Scroll of Collecting Gods"!"

"Ji Shen Scroll, Heavenly Puppet Picture, Plague King's Guard of Honor, Zhang Jisheng, who died early, is there any secret jigsaw puzzle of the Yan Clan..." Master Tie Zhi's eyes were cold, "If even Zhang Jisheng has any puzzles , then all of us who are on Fengshan Mountain are all puzzle-bearers!

   Not knowing the pieces of the puzzle we each hold,

   Is there any connection with the puzzle piece engraved on the back of the statue of Kurojizo? "

   "We come from different Dharma lineages, different inheritances, and different Dharma gates.

  How could the most original things be similar? " Zhitong retorted mutteringly.

  The other two did not respond to his words.

  Master Tiezhi walked to the corner, cut off a tuft of black hair from his body, and chanted a few spells to blow the tuft of black hair away.

   Seeing this, the nine-headed doll also walked to a remote place, cast a spell, and tried to send the news to the outside.

Zhitong realized later, he didn't react until the two of them returned, and hastily drew a spell, bowed his head and worshiped the spell, and the spell drifted into the dripping rain and disappeared shadow trace.

   "Since the news has passed, let's go.

I don’t know if the Famai can receive the news of our request for help. We have to try it ourselves to see if we can get rid of Fengshan and the ghosts of the Resenting God Bodhisattva—this is too evil, so we should not fight it head-on ! "Li Bi said out loud.

  His words caused the other two accomplices to nod in agreement.

  The seven hairy witches of Black Horn Mountain surrounded Master Tie Zhi in the center, Master Tie Zhi pointed to a direction, and ordered his two accomplices to follow him in that direction: "Follow me."

  Master Tiezhi's tone is beyond doubt.

  Zhitong and Li Bi were also used to it, and followed behind it obediently, walking in the direction it pointed.

  In the dark sky, there seemed to be a huge hole.

   Heavy rain poured down from the hole.

  The rainwater splashed between the earth, rocks, vegetation, and unexpectedly stirred up a layer of rain and fog in the mountains.

  Grey-blue rain and fog enveloped the surroundings, making the surrounding buildings, mountains, rocks, vegetation hazy and unclear.

Zhitong walked behind Li Bi, and after walking a few steps, he had to look around and take a few glances—he had almost died in the hands of the Resenting God Bodhisattva before, and that experience made him suddenly think, "Once bitten by a snake, ten years later." Afraid of well ropes' mentality,

  Naturally, the wind and the cranes became jittery, and the grass and trees were all soldiers.

   walked for about half an hour,

  The surrounding dense forest gradually becomes sparse.

Several monasteries connected together appeared in the hazy mist. Zhitong supported a tree beside him and stepped on the slippery mountain steps—his monk robe was covered with mud. How many somersaults, how many times fell in the mud nest.

   Nearly rolled off a cliff a few times!

No matter what Monk Dazhongwang said, he still has practice. Even if he walks on the mountain road in the rain, not to mention walking like flying, he should walk on flat ground. Now there are so many mistakes, and several times he almost endangered his own life. In such a situation, you can It is very strange to say.

  —The other accomplices have no time to laugh at Zhitong,

  They also encountered some dangerous situations.

   Among the seven Maowu disciples who surrounded Master Tiezhi, even one of them was lost due to traveling!

   "Go and rest in the monastery ahead.

  It was just walking a mountain road, which actually made me fully alert, and I didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

   Fengshan is becoming more and more evil..."

   "The further you go down the mountain, the more difficult the road will be.

  We have to gather together, while resting, we also discuss and discuss countermeasures..."

  Li Bi and Master Tiezhi in front of him were talking in a low voice.

   Zhitong turned his head and looked behind him,

  The shadows of the forest behind him are sparse, and in the hazy mist, there are hazy shadows.

  If you look carefully at the hazy tree shadows, you can even see those shadows squirming for a moment, as if something ran out of them——Zhitong was terrified, and turned back as if he was dazzled.

  Master Tiezhi and Li Bi, who were walking ahead, did not speak at this time.

  They and several Maowu disciples stopped at the end of the mountain steps,

  Their stances are a bit stiff.

  When Zhitong saw their standing posture, a look of horror appeared on his face. His eyes seemed to pass through the crowd uncontrollably, and looked forward——

  In the mist, in the dense rain line.

   Two human skins, one red and one white, held up a pair of cards.

  Behind those two human skins,

  Wearing costumes, figures in paper armor, figures spliced ​​together with stumps and other weird images, each holding a pair of taller and bigger pairs of cards, umbrellas, peacock fans, canopies, etc.!

  In the guard of honor like a forest,

  The blood-red words loomed under the washing of the rain.

  'quiet', 'avoidance';

  'Ghosts claim their lives', 'Haunted by treachery';

  'Nanwukushen Bodhisattva', 'Pure Land of Great Vows in vain'!

  Boom boom boom!

  Boom boom clang!

   Bang ding ding ding ding ding ding!

  The sound of gongs and drums sounded alternately!

   On the contrary, the guard of honor in the rain became more and more cold and lifeless!

  A chill hit Monk Dazhongwang's back, and a strong sense of fear exploded in his heart!

"ah-"

   He screamed!

  The accomplices in front of him suddenly used their own methods, or they wrapped up clumps of black hair, or their bodies were torn apart, and they all ran away in all directions, but they didn't make any contact with the "Guard of Honor" under the rain and fog at the front!

  The guard of honor did not pursue those who left,

  They stood still in place.

The scarlet handwriting that couldn't be washed away by the heavy rain began to appear on Monk Dazhongwang's costume and armor. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was just the blood writing that covered the corners of his clothes, and covered his whole body in an instant. !

  Ghosts claim their lives, Li Gui haunts them

Tremblingly, he covered his eyes with "copper coin eyes" and stuffed a pair of oddly long fangs in his mouth. When the fangs collided and criss-crossed, he grabbed a brush, dipped it in paint, and painted it on his face. Just the face of 'Plague King Marshal'!

  The moment the face was drawn,

  Blood dripping from the eyes of the pitch-black copper coins!

  The avenue pattern rhyme of Marshal Plague King suddenly lingered around Monk Dazhongwang.

currently!

  The seven blood-red characters of resentment start from the top of the face and extend to the chin of the face—every character of 'resentment' is so clear that the resentment almost penetrates the blood characters and overflows!

  A line of blood appeared on Monk Dazhongwang's neck, shoulders, and legs.

  A line of blood touched the middle of his Adam's apple,

   extends down,

   separated his whole body from it.

  His body split into seven parts.

  Paper-made Buddha was surrounded by guards of resentment, passed through the pouring rain, and disappeared amidst the sound of gongs and drums.

  And on the **** lotus fetus of the paper Buddha, there are seven bodies of Zhitong.

   Pile up with the stump of Fafo.

  In the guard of honor, the avenue pattern of Marshal Plague King circulates.

  (end of this chapter)