The abandoned house has water in the cold pond, and the deserted graves are surrounded by grass and smoke.

Guangji followed the clues from the backyard well and chased out of Yejiazhuang all the way, but gradually came to a wilderness. Not to mention seeing someone walking, there was not even a tree.

Above the undulating hills, there are bare mounds of rocks and soil.

The light and shadow intertwined, making it look quite ferocious.

That is, at this time, the night was already deep, and Yejiazhuang was close to each other and different from the county town. The villagers went up and went in and rested, so there were no idle people walking outside the village.

Otherwise, if a villager who came back at night would be scared to death when he saw Guangji at the moment, he would be so scared that his soul would rise up and run away.

After all, now his body is empty and light like the wind. Not only is he covered with the white monk's robe, but he even has a cold white light beside him, which shines through all directions, as if the sun, moon, fire candles are no longer useful.

You know, tonight is the first day of the first day of the first day. Not to mention the moonlight, even half a star in the sky can't be seen.

Combined, it is difficult not to regard Guangji as a ghost that takes lives when going out.

However, Guangji was just laughing at this.

"After all, I took advantage of this mind and did not exert ten thousand powers. If I practiced the Mahayana Bodhisattva Path and had the eighth level of cultivation, I would have all the magical powers and wonderful uses in the blink of an eye. How could I still have to work hard here?"

After climbing over several hills, even though Guangji was in the bardo, he was not tired, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

After all, he can search slowly, but Ye Jiuniang doesn't have that much time left.

So he complained casually, and felt a little dissatisfied with his own mind.

When the Buddha preached, he said the three vehicles of the sagas, the sagas, the sagas, the sagas, the sagas, and the sagas.

Also known as Hinayana, Middle-Chi, and Mahayana. The first two are also collectively called the two Hinayana, which are opposite to the Mahayana Bodhisattva Path.

By practicing the Four Noble Truths in the Shravakas, one can attain the Arhat fruit; by practicing the twelve causes and conditions of dependent origination, one can attain the Pratyekabuddha Buddhahood; and by practicing the Mahayana Bodhisattva Path, one can attain the Mahayana Buddhahood through the 52 levels of practice from ordinary people to becoming a Buddha.

Among them are ten faiths, ten abodes, ten practices, ten dedication, ten stages, equal enlightenment, wonderful enlightenment, etc.

As the mind is born, only those who practice the tenth level to the eighth level of the immovable level can practice the undiscriminatory wisdom and not be moved by appearances, use, troubles, etc., so that they can abandon the mind, mind, consciousness, the five dharmas, the three self-natures, and the two self-natures, and cultivate them to achieve the state of "obtaining self-awareness, sages, good and happy".

It’s a pity that although Guangji is a Buddhist, he is not a Mahayana disciple, but a Pratyekabuddha disciple who understands the causes and conditions.

Although he has now cultivated the twelve links of dependent origination to the eighth realm of "Five Dust Desire Realms, Mind Arises Greedy", and only three causes in this life and two results in the next life are left, even if he has achieved the Pratyekabuddha fruit, it is only slightly equivalent to the sixth present state among the ten Mahayana stages.

After all, the sixth level Bodhisattvas practice the view of dependent origination, which is also a continuation of the twelve dependent origination, in order to cure the ignorance and troubles of sentient beings.

Therefore, if you want to achieve the state of "free and supernatural powers, wonderful appearances, changes in holy realms, and innate at the same time", it is still too far for him.

Besides, now is not the time to think about these things. It is urgent to find the old nest behind the scenes.

After about three incense sticks, I saw the hills below my feet getting smoother and several scattered graves appeared. The black air in my eyes became thinner and weaker, and it seemed that it would blend with the already-existing yin energy here at any time.

Guangji knew in his heart that this was the other party's intention to use this mass grave to confuse his aura and get rid of possible trackers.

Of course, this action also shows that the mastermind behind this is not far away, and it is even very likely that it is in this mass grave.

Moreover, he had collected enough clues along the way. Now that he really had a break from contact, he could continue the vein out of thin air and continue what he had done before.

After all, the twelve causes and conditions, karma and results follow each other, and three lives continue, and never stops.

Even though Guangji's twelve relationships of dependent origination have not been perfect, it is easy for him to use the residual aura of the ghost to find the other person's true body.

The monk in white stood still and made a move in the air. The cold white light that covered his body three feet away immediately condensed and contracted, turning into an ancient bronze lamp and landed on his palm.

Guangji smiled slightly, and suddenly there were countless thick black gas rising from the surrounding mass graves, all pouring into the flames of the lamp, making it "crackling" sound, and it quickly dissipated as if it was burned.

As the black air disappeared, the mass grave became much quieter for no reason, and a kind of strange atmosphere that had been lingering here was also clear.

The golden ancient lamp in Guangji's hand seemed to reveal the essence of glass, and bright star lines emerged, wrapped around it, and were taken into view by monks.

"It turned out to be here."

Guang Ji moved his body and came to a ruin on the edge of the mass grave.

"It is clearly a chasing grave, and there are gravekeepers living here. This level of disguise is just to hide it from others."

Guangji walked around the ruins and came to a dry pond behind him.

He didn't see any movement, but the candlelight in his palm jumped gently, and the dry pond made a "gurgling" sound, and a black unknown liquid overflowed from the bottom of the pond, and it stopped until it flooded most of the pond, emitting a burst of cold air.

Seeing this, Guangji raised his eyebrows and said moved:

"It turned out to be a place where ghosts live. Could it be that there is a ghost king among them?"

He pondered for a moment, held the spirit lamp and stepped into the pool in one step, and his body was immediately submerged by black water and disappeared.

In the secluded courtyard of Ye’s mansion, Master Ye watched the ancient lamps and candle flames on the stone table flashed, completely turning into a faint green color.

......

The graves are connected by thousands of signs, and the eyes are fascinated; the ghosts, fire and foxes are roaring, and the mind is terrifying.

As he stepped into the secluded pool, Guangji's eyes flashed before him and then appeared at the entrance of a prosperous village. In front of him was a archway with the words "Laixiali" written on it.

Looking inward from the entrance of the archway, candles lit up, and every household had red lanterns hanging high, with wide doors open, and children ran around the streets, and the laughter was clearly heard, as if there was something happy.

But in Guangji's eyes, there were a lot of desolate tombs overlapping on the house, the road was full of weeds, the surrounding ghosts and fires were floating, and the sound of wild foxes mourning made people feel numb and they burst into cold sweat.

Seeing this, the monk smiled slightly, held up the ancient lamp in his hand, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a white lantern that he carried in his hand and walked towards the village.

As soon as we entered the village, curious children discovered Guangji and ran over to gather together to look at him, a stranger.

And when Guangji looked at them, he laughed and dispersed, pushing me and running away cleanly.

If Guangji hadn't clearly known that this was a group of ghost fires rising and falling around him and following the airflow, he would probably be happy for the simplicity of the children.

The houses were scattered on both sides, and a road extended into the distance. After walking for a few steps, an old woman suddenly appeared beside her, looking at Guangji, and said kindly:

"This little master, I have come to Laixiali recently and want to find a place to stay for one night?"

In the words, it seems that people from Qi and Lu are from the people.

Guang Ji smiled and said, "That's true. I wonder if there are any extra rooms in my mother-in-law's house?"

The old woman narrowed her eyes with a smile, shook her head and said:

"The old woman has no place at home. However, Mr. Yang from our village is holding a wedding ceremony today. If the young master is interested, he can go and make a feast and ask for a bowl of vegetarian food. As for the resting place, it is definitely not short of such wealthy families."

Guangji held a white-skinned lantern in one hand and raised his palm in the other hand and bowed, then turned around and walked towards the village.

The old woman reminded from behind: "The largest house in the village is."

According to his instructions, Guangji took a few steps forward and a grand courtyard suddenly appeared not far away. The middle gate opened wide, and there were continuous groups of villagers walking out from around and entering.

He sighed at the indifferent illusion, Guangji changed his hand to the lantern he was carrying, and walked to the Yang Mansion.

The two servants at the door, who had pale faces and bright red lips, didn't even look at him, so they put him in, and every move was full of stiffness.

After entering the courtyard, I saw that the courtyard was filled with local mats, with rich dishes and no shortage of fish and meat.

Many villagers had already entered the table and were sweeping the delicious food on the table. From time to time, they looked up at Guangji, their eyes glowing green.

But seeing that he was empty and was holding a lantern covered with white paper in his hand, he ignored his gaze and ate himself and stuffed it.

"A group of lonely ghosts who have been wandering in a foreign land have probably never enjoyed the jail for many years."

Guang Ji's eyes were filled with compassion, glanced at the villagers, and said to the person who looked like a manager:

"Amitabha, the monks are new to Laixiali and want to visit the owner of this place. I wonder if they can pass it on their behalf?"

The manager looked exactly the same as the two servants at the door just now. The clothes were colorful and the face was pale as paper, but the lips and cheeks were bright red.

Jian Guangji talked to him, and the manager hesitated for a moment before he slowly said:

"Small...go...go...go..."

He turned around slowly while talking, and even Guangji followed him without even realizing it.

With this manager leading the way, Guangji was naturally unobstructed in Yang's mansion, but there were also those maids and servants who ignored him.

Guangji was not surprised at this, and seemed to have expected it.

Following the manager around the Yang Mansion for a few circles, Guangji finally arrived in front of a trembling tall wooden building. Seeing the candlelight in the building, two shadows of a man and a woman were clearly projected onto the window paper.

Guangji was really worried. If he accidentally left the water, how long could this "wooden building" last?

Just as he came downstairs and wanted to climb the tower, he heard a male voice coming from the building. He was young and didn't know who Yang Yuanwai was:

"Jiu Niang, now the three books and six rituals have passed, and all your seven souls are here. Shuang Ling and the two souls of the Secret Spirit were also attracted by me not long ago. If you obey me, we will be a loving couple and be free here.

"If you don't obey, don't blame me for kissing Ye Mansion, take back your fetal light, breaking this so-called magic, and then invite my Taishan family to come here together! How are you staying?"

Shuang Ling is the light of wisdom, and secluded spirit is the light of nature and spirit. The ghosts here use the ritual of ** to detain these two souls. No wonder Ye Jiuniang's body is in a daze and has been unconscious.

Faced with the man's coercion and inducement, the woman just sat upright in the room and was unmoved.

Seeing this, the man said again:

"Do you know that although I died young, my parents loved me very much. Not only did they privately hire an expert to hire you as your wife for me. They also had to bury you and me in the same place after your body died. At that time, even if you want to escape, there was nowhere to escape!"

Speaking of this, Ye Jiuniang's soul finally spoke, his voice was cold, like a ringing ring: "Master Yang San, Jiuniang doesn't know what kind of virtue can be liked by you. You must know that even before you die, the two of us will only meet one time."

Master Yang San smiled when he heard this, thinking that the little beauty in front of him had some intentions, and hurriedly said:

"Although it's just one side, I am fascinated by Jiu Niang, you are not thinking about food or food. If Jiu Niang, you refused to reject the young master and proposed marriage, which led to the young master and died of drunkenness and falling into the water, you and I wouldn't have this fate today!"

Hearing this, Guangji could understand the whole story of the matter and couldn't help but feel speechless.

It was nothing more than this Young Master Yang San fell in love with Ye Jiuniang at first sight and was entangled. He refused it simply and then drank to relieve his sorrows by drinking. He fell into the water and died, turning into a ghost and wanted to continue his previous relationship.

Even if Guangji has never seen a thousand of these things, there are eight hundred.

Although there are still some doubts in this, Guangji is not ready to watch anymore.

As Young Master Yang San said, Ye Jiuniang has now left the three souls, and the seven souls are all gone, and her life is like a candle in the wind.

If Guangji does not take action again, the fetal light, which represents the light of life, will be detained, and Ye Jiuniang will die.

At that time, the body will die, and even if you are lucky enough to not be reincarnated in the underworld, you will only be able to wander in the world and become a lonely ghost.

He casually held the manager who was lying beside him and refused to call him to report. Guang Ji coughed lightly, reached out to knock on the door three times, and said:

"Dare you sure you are the ninth sister of the Ye family? The monk was entrusted by the uncle and came to take the ninth sister back for reunion."
Chapter completed!