Chapter 1,388 Buddha and Demon
Western Buddhist Realm, In the barren mountains and ridges, thousands of monks in green clothes walked forward holding Zen staffs, Demon Slaying exorcising evil spirits.
"Old man, can you make some vegetarian food?"
In front of a small courtyard, the ascetic monk stopped, looked at the old man in the courtyard, and said.
In the small courtyard, the old man saw the monk in green outside, opened the wooden fence and said, "Master, please come in."
"Thank you, old man."
The monk in green clothes thanked him and walked into the courtyard.
"I'll serve some food to you, Master."
The old man took the alms bowl from the monk's hand and walked towards the house tremblingly.
Not long after, the old man came over with food and handed it to the monk in front of him.
"Thank you."
The monk in green took the food and started eating with a tired look on his face.
The old man stood aside and watched the monk wolfing down his meal. His expression was peaceful and not too strange.
This is not the first time that he has seen these ascetic monks. These monks are good people who kill demons and exorcise evil spirits in the world, and are deeply admired by the world.
After the monk in green had finished his meal, he stood up and left without staying any longer.
The old man was sent to the front of the hospital and watched the monk leave.
There are many spirits in the barren mountains and wild ridges. Pedestrians are frightened by the spirits. They spread the news to ten and hundreds. The whereabouts of these spirits are exposed. Soon a monk in green will arrive and subdue these spirits that bring harm to the world.
The ascetic monks never accept money from the people, and at most they only turn into a bowl of vegetarian food. It is precisely for this reason that the ascetic monks of the Western Buddhist Realm are deeply respected.
But for some reason, there are far more evil creatures and spirits in the Western Buddhist Realm than in other places in the God Realm. Thousands of monks in green clothes were dispatched together, but they were unable to kill all the evil spirits.
Not long after the old man saw the monk off, a figure with white hair and plain clothes came outside the courtyard. He looked at the mountains ahead, and a strange color flashed through his cold eyes.
I heard that there is a large temple in this mountain, which is a famous Buddhist temple nearby. There is an old monk in the temple who has incomparable Buddhist teachings.
It is not surprising to consecrate a magical instrument and to save the souls of the dead to ascend to heaven. However, it is not something ordinary Buddhas can do to save people and become Buddhas.
"Chief Immortal, haven't you arrived yet?"
On Ning Chen's shoulder, Little Gourd pulled a strand of hair and asked.
"Soon."
Ning Chen looked at the majestic mountains ahead and responded.
"Monster!"
At this time, in the small courtyard, the old man saw the little talking figure on the shoulder of the white-haired man outside the courtyard and said in fear.
Little Gourd heard the old man's cry, looked over with big eyes, pouted, and said, "I'm not a monster."
"Monster."
The old man stepped back, and after three or two steps, he quickly turned around and ran back to the house.
"Immortal chief."
Little Gourd felt extremely wronged and said, "I'm not a monster."
"Little Gourd is a fairy, of course not a monster."
Ning Chen responded with a smile on his cold face.
After hearing the owner's comfort, Little Gourd quickly regained his mood and started playing on his own.
Ning Chen glanced at the small courtyard next to him, thought thoughtfully, and then walked toward the mountain ahead.
Buddhist aura, only Buddhists have been here before.
Ascetic?
Ning Chen took Little Gourd into the mountains. Once in the forest, Little Gourd seemed to have entered his own home, running around happily with his bare feet.
"Be careful not to encounter a wild beast and eat you."
From behind, Ning Chen reminded.
"I'm not afraid of wild beasts."
Little Gourd turned around and said something, and continued to run forward happily.
Ning Chen followed leisurely, looking at the endless mountain forest ahead, looking for traces of the legendary temple.
Unknowingly, half a day passed, the sun set in the west, and the sky quickly darkened in the mountains and forests.
"Ghost!"
As the sky darkened, Little Gourd's young voice sounded in front of him, sharp and harsh.
Ning Chen Hearing this, he frowned slightly and walked over.
In the woods ahead, Little Gourd flew back quickly, hugged the former's arm, and said, "Sir, there is a ghost."
"Not afraid."
Ning Chen comforted softly and walked forward.
In the woods, there were dozens of white-clothed phantoms floating, all of them women, with their tongues hanging out, which was terrifying.
Among the many wronged souls, a monk in green clothes stood holding a Zen staff, filled with Buddhist power, blocking the Ghost Qi body.
"Chief Immortal, there are so many ghosts."
Little Gourd hid behind Ning Chen and whispered.
"It's not a ghost."
Ning Chen said calmly, "It's an innocent soul."
"What is an innocent soul?"
Little Gourd said in confusion.
"You never close your eyes before you die, and your three souls never leave after death."
Ning Chen said calmly, these women, like the women outside the ruined temple, did not die in a normal way. It seems that this seemingly peaceful Western Buddhist Realm is not a pure land either.
In front, among the many wronged souls, the monk in green clothes stood aside with his Zen staff, put his hands together, recited the mantra, and began to save the wronged souls around him.
The monks chanted sutras, golden light filled the air, and the innocent souls around him immediately screamed.
Ghost Qi gradually dispersed, and dozens of innocent souls returned to their original appearance. They were all women in their 20s and 80s. They died in their prime years with hatred.
"Spare my life."
Ghost Qi dispersed, and dozens of innocent souls knelt down to beg for mercy, their expressions full of fear.
"Amitabha!"
The monk in green opened his eyes, and the Buddha power surged all over his body. He continued to chant sutras without any mercy, hoping to save all these wronged souls.
"Huh?"
At this time, the monk in green was shocked. He looked at the white-haired figure walking in front of him, and his eyes became serious.
This is?
magic!
The real demon, the green-robed monk, was on full alert and extremely nervous.
Ahead, a dozen innocent souls saw this and immediately fled in all directions.
"Amitabha!"
The monk in green had a cold look on his face, stretched out his hand to hold the Zen staff, and then gave it a hard slap to the ground.
In an instant, the monk was killed, and the Buddha's power filled the air, instantly shaking away all the innocent souls.
"Why kill them?"
Ning Chen stepped forward and asked calmly.
The monk in green looked downcast and said, "Lone spirits and wild ghosts harming the world are not tolerated by the Buddha."
Ning Chen heard it, nodded slightly, and said, "What about the devil?"
"Execute!"
The monk in blue said with murderous intent in his eyes.
"Let's go."
After finishing speaking, Ning Chen walked past the monk, and the sword light rose silently without any warning.
A sword mark appeared on the monk in green's throat, and immediately blood spurted out, dyeing the mountain forest red.
"Why did the Immortal kill him?" Little Gourd asked in confusion.
"Why did he kill those innocent souls?" Ning Chen asked instead without answering.
"Because ghosts harm people." Little Gourd replied.
"Why do ghosts harm people?" Ning Chen continued to ask.
Little Gourd Hearing this, his little brain was suddenly exhausted and he couldn't think of an answer.
"Because I want to live."
Ning Chen said calmly, "Just like wild beasts preying on cattle and sheep, the purpose is just to survive."
Little Gourd looked confused, feeling that it made sense, but also felt that he didn't understand.
"No need to think so much."
Ning Chen smiled and said, "If I don't kill him, he will find a way to kill me. Buddha and demons cannot coexist."
When the monk in blue died, deep in the mountain forest, in the temple, the old Buddha opened his eyes and looked ahead, and a stream of light flashed past.
Demon?
Chapter 1,389 Killing a Monk and Becoming a Demon
Under the dark night, the mountain forest was extremely dark, and the moonlight could not shine down. The entire mountain forest was invisible and eerie.
Ning Chen took Little Gourd as they walked through the mountains and forests, all the way towards the depths of the mountains and forests.
On a cold night, the cold wind blew through, biting the bones. Little Gourd hid in Ning Chen's collar, looking around with big eyes, not daring to come out.
After walking for about two hours, deep in the mountain forest, Ning Chen walked forward, looking at the temple on the mountainside in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Ning Chen stepped on his feet and his figure rose into the air.
The demon is approaching, and the golden light shines brightly on the mountainside, trying to stop the demon from approaching.
However, the white-haired demon, whose cultivation was astonishing, had no effect at all when he was immersed in the golden light.
In the temple, the old monk felt this and his expression dropped.
Outside the temple, Ning Chen came forward bathing in the Buddha's light and stretched out his hand to open the door of the temple.
With a creak, the door opened, and Ning Chen stepped in. In front of the main hall, across the hall door, the two looked at each other.
"I've met the master."
Outside the hall, Ning Chen stopped and bowed.
In the main hall, the old monk said, "Donor, you are in the wrong place."
"I came here specially to ask the master to help me transform into a god."
Ning Chen said calmly.
When the old monk heard this, his expression darkened and he said, "Your Majesty is a demon, why do you want to become a god?"
"Demon?"
Ning Chen whispered softly, the dark color in his eyes faded away, and the blood Demonic Mark between his eyebrows also disappeared. His aura changed and he regained his divinity.
"Is this okay?" Ning Chen said.
In the main hall, the old monk looked shocked, with a look of disbelief on his face.
With a creak, the door of the main hall opened, and Ning Chen walked in. Looking at the figure in front of the Buddha statue in the main hall, he bowed politely and said, "Master."
"You are not a demon!"
The old monk looked up and down at the person in front of him and said.
"Is it really that important whether it's a human or a demon?" Ning Chen asked.
"Of course." The old monk said solemnly.
Ning Chen heard this, sighed softly, and said, "Sorry, I came to the wrong place."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Chen's eyes returned to dark color, and blood lines appeared between his eyebrows, showing astonishing demonic power.
In the hands of Ning Chen, Demonic Sword appeared, swung his sword and saw blood sealing his throat.
The old monk was shaken, his eyes full of shock.
The gushing blood dyed the ground in front of the Buddha red and was extremely dazzling.
Ning Chen turned around and left, and after a while, disappeared into the night.
Outside the mountain, Ning Chen looked at the divine moon in the sky and said, "Little Gourd, if I became a murderous demon, would you be afraid?"
Inside the collar, Little Gourd shook his head slightly and said, "No."
"Why?" Ning Chen said softly.
"The Immortal is a good person." Little Gourd said loudly.
Ning Chen smiled faintly, nodded and said, "Come here Western Buddhist Realm, I have heard of a method that can kill ten thousand monks and become a demon instantly. I was hesitant before, but not now."
Western Buddhist Realm, the most indispensable thing is the monk in blue. Since he has decided, he will kill them all.
Under the moon, the devil, whose hands were stained with the blood of the Buddha, once again made a shocking decision to kill monks and turn into demons, trying his best to increase his strength.
Three days later, in a deserted mountain, a monk in green clothes fell silently. There were sword marks on his throat and cracked bones, completely destroying the monk's life.
Not far away from the monk, the ghosts were trembling, and they did not dare to move at all under the Demonic Might.
"Back off."
Ning Chen glanced at the ghost and said calmly.
The ghost immediately knelt down to salute, then stood up and left.
Killing the Buddha and saving the ghost, Ning Chen accepted the Demonic Sword who was stained with the blood of the Buddha and left and disappeared.
In the next few months, Ning Chen walked through the mountains and rivers all day long, looking for the monk in blue.
Under Demonic Sword, more and more monks in green clothes died, and more and more ghosts were rescued.
Western Buddhist Realm, the legend of ghosts eating people is getting more and more popular. Although no one has ever seen it with their own eyes, such rumors have spread throughout the Buddhist world.
"You don't know, a few days ago, I saw more than ten green-faced and fanged ghosts in the mountains, eating a living person. It was so scary."
In the teahouse, the storyteller told a crowd of people what he had seen and heard, and everyone was stunned.
"You lied!"
At this time, at a table not far away, a girl opened her mouth and said with her hands on her hips, "How come there are so many ghosts in this world?"
The storyteller raised his head, looked at the girl not far away, and said displeasedly, "Little girl, what I saw with my own eyes can still be false. Those ghosts are on the mountain outside the city. If you don't believe it, you can go and see it."
"Just go, I will definitely come back to expose your lies."
The girl said something, took the sword on the table, and walked out of the teahouse.
A hundred miles away from the small town, on a barren mountain, a girl came with a sword. When she reached the forest, she felt a little withdrawn.
Ahead, the sky was getting dark. Deep in the mountains and forests, it was pitch black and nothing could be seen.
The girl stood there for a long time, then gritted her teeth and walked towards the forest ahead.
In the mountains and forests, the wind howled, which sounded creepy.
The girl clenched the sword in her hand and walked for more than ten miles, feeling increasingly frightened.
Around him, the sky had completely darkened, and he could only see less than a foot.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
At this time, the woman's cry sounded, desolate, eerie and terrifying.
The inexplicable crying in the dark night made people even more frightened. The girl immediately stopped and her body started to tremble.
"Give me back my life!"
Eerie shouts sounded, and ten figures in white clothes appeared, floating in the void, surrounding the girl.
"Ghost!"
When the girl saw this, she immediately screamed and covered her head, scared to death.
Around them, dozens of white-clothed phantoms floated, getting closer and closer, their faces ferocious and terrifying.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the surrounding gradually became quiet. The girl raised her head and saw no one in front of her.
When the ghost disappeared, the girl stretched out her hands, looked at her body, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, I wasn't eaten.
"Ah!"
At this time, a shrill cry rose up in the mountain forest, causing birds and beasts to scatter.
The girl heard it, overcame the fear in her heart, and ran over quickly.
In front, a monk in green attire waved his Zen staff, scattering white shadows one after another.
Dozens of white-clothed phantoms were all killed in the blink of an eye. In the hands of the monk in green, the alms bowl flew up, sucking the remaining soul power of all the wronged souls into it.
When the girl saw this scene, she was extremely shocked.
At this moment, at the end of the night, a figure with white hair and plain clothes stepped forward, his eyes were as black as ink, and the blood-colored Demonic Mark was engraved between his eyebrows, which was shocking.
The monk in green felt this and looked forward, his expression suddenly condensed.
magic!
After a few breaths, the white-haired demon approached without saying a word. He passed by with a dazzling sword light.
The monk in green shuddered and had no room to fight back. He fell straight backwards.
Click!
Ning Chen stepped forward and crushed the monk's alms bowl with one foot. Dozens of residual souls flew out. They bowed instinctively and then flew deep into the forest.