"Is it worth it?" He looked up at Master.

"It's worth it." The empty eyes are compassionate but extremely firm.

"Why not get more people to help?"

"People's hearts are unpredictable. In our opinion, this is something that will bring disaster to the world. In some people's opinion, this may be something that can be exploited. We think of peace in the world, but some people wish for chaos in the world."

"That's true. Human hearts are unpredictable." Wu Sheng nodded.

"In today's world, people in the world will only think of ways to become Taoist priests. Who would come to be a monk in the wild mountains and live in poverty and loneliness? What good is that?"

Wu Sheng fell silent upon hearing this.

"Yes, in this ancient temple deep in the mountains, far away from the state capital, how many people can endure the loneliness of the ancient Buddha with green lanterns all day long, not to mention the red mist that appears every few years over the mountains?

Being a monk here is not only difficult, but also life-threatening. After seeing the horror of the red mist, no one will want to stay."

"correct!"

Wu Sheng looked in the direction of the side hall, and he suddenly remembered that in this temple, in addition to the four monks, there was also a Lu Chenghuang. There were many things going on in the past few days, one after another, but he gave it to him.

forgotten.

"Thinking about that Lu Chenghuang?" Kong Kong also looked towards the direction of the side hall, already guessing what he was thinking about.

"Yes, I always feel that his purpose for coming here is not pure. You can't believe everything he says and you can't be on guard. It's just that there have been too many things in recent times and I have forgotten him." Wu Sheng said.

"It will not be easy for him during the time when the red mist covers Jinding Mountain. It is already very rare to be able to keep his soul intact. Even if he has any other ideas in a short time, he will be powerless. The top priority now is to find a way to let him go.

Abbot, please wake up and we will discuss other matters later." Monk Kong Kong didn't pay much attention to the City God.

"Okay." Wu Sheng nodded, still a little uneasy.

After chatting with Monk Kong Kong for a while, Wu Sheng continued to heal Abbot Kong Kong's injuries.

This was repeated until six days later, when all the blood mist on Abbot Kongkong's body was removed, but his skin was still blood red and he still didn't wake up.

"Master, why is this?" Wu Sheng asked.

"The red mist has penetrated deeply into his body, probably into his bone marrow."

"Then continue to disperse."

Wu Sheng's palm directly touched the body of Abbot Dao Kongkong, the Buddha's light shone into his body, and as expected, red mist was evaporated.

After another three days of this, Abbot Kongkong regained his breath, and spit out a red stone, which was like a bloodstone and the size of a cherry. After it hit the ground, it made a cracking sound and cracks appeared.

"What's this?"

Wu Sheng stretched out his hand to touch it, and then he saw a patch of blood. There were evil ghosts and skeletons in front of him. They were ferocious and terrifying, bringing with them a bloody wind. However, after having the experience of sinking into the sea of ​​blood, he encountered this scene.

, he was not panicked in his heart, he used his magic to dispel it, and his eyes returned to normal.

"This is the Buddha bone relic on the abbot's body. He held it in his mouth when he was in retreat. The Buddhist dharma in the relic was completely eroded by the blood mist. It turned from a Buddhist treasure into an evil thing." said Kong Kong Dao.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pick it up.

"Be careful, Master!" Wu Sheng hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

However, he watched in surprise as his master took the blood-red relic in his hand and quickly put it into a small box. Apart from a slight frown on his brow, there was no other abnormality.

"Master, why are you not afraid of this blood mist?!"

That day, he was shocked and confused when he saw his master carrying the abbot, who was covered in blood mist, staggering from the Zen room to the main hall. As soon as he got within three feet of the abbot's body, he immediately felt the oncoming blood.

The fog also has ghosts, skeletons and other illusions.

Just like the eroded relic that I just touched, it needs Buddhist magic power to resolve it. My master is actually able to carry Abbot Kongkong on his back and walk such a long way, and he can touch this relic without any problem, but nothing happens.

Have you ever felt the power of Buddhism in him in your life? Why is it possible that your master has always been a great practitioner who has hidden his secrets?!

"How can I not be afraid of such a blood mist, which hurts people's soul and has endless illusions? I just endure it."

Emptiness is very plain, like floating clouds in the sky or the breeze in the forest.

"Master, you make it so easy!"

Only those who have seen and experienced it can understand the horror of the blood mist. How can it be overcome by just saying "just bear with it"!?

Kong Kong smiled and said nothing more.

On the tenth day after leaving seclusion, Abbot Kongkong opened his eyes and woke up, but he could only breathe and did not speak. His eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul.

According to what Kong Kong said, Wusheng mobilized his magic power to recite the Diamond Sutra, and he did not stop until he recited it ninety-nine and eighty-one times.

"No life." After he finished reciting, he heard someone calling him.

He hurriedly opened his eyes and saw that it was Abbot Kongkong's voice. His eyes were no longer empty and lifeless, but had regained some of their energy, and he had completely woken up.

"Master, you are awake. Master, master is awake."

Kong Kong on the side heard the shout and immediately came to the bedside.

"Senior brother, you are finally awake!" Kong Kong breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Yeah." Monk Kongkong responded weakly.

"Master, the abbot's uncle is too weak. I will go to Baizhang Cliff in Heishan Mountain again to get a piece of black Ganoderma for him to take."

"That's fine." Monk Kong Kong heard this and said, "Be careful on the road."

"Know."

Wu Sheng made some preparations, took the wooden stick, and set off immediately. He spoke to senior brother Wu Nu who was preparing a meal in the kitchen. The latter immediately ran out after hearing this. The two masters and apprentices who did not usually communicate much

People's feelings are quite deep.

It was already afternoon when Wu Sheng left the temple, and the sun was setting in the west.

It was very quiet in the mountains. There were no sounds of birds or insects. No birds or animals could be seen. The forest was full of dead branches, not a patch of green, and a dead silence. Wherever the red mist passed,

There was no life left at all, and the entire mountain was more desolate than a cemetery.

After crossing Jinding Mountain, we came to the boundary of Black Mountain. Not long after we walked, the scene in front of us changed a lot. The flowing water was cheerful, the trees were lush, birds, animals, and singing insects were full of life. And the Jinding Mountain was full of life.

In comparison, they are two completely different worlds.

Wu Sheng was in a hurry, speeding all the way, looking at all directions and listening in all directions. Anyone who stood in the way, no matter whether he had bad ideas or not, would be swept away with a stick.

There was a forest full of mist, and there was the sound of ghosts crying.

Om,

When he chanted the mantra using the Dharma, the area was completely cleared and he rushed over.
Chapter completed!