Chapter 142 Although the Buddha is merciful, he also has the wrath of Vajra
The majestic chanting sound made people feel peaceful when listening to it.
Like a trickle of water washing the soul.
However, hearing it in the ears of evil spirits was like thousands of red-hot steel needles piercing the whole body.
Everywhere was in severe pain, and he fell to the ground rolling and wailing.
After a while, black smoke was emitted from the evil spirit, and the whole body became extremely thin.
Master Kong Chan didn't want to kill, so he stopped chanting and slowly stood up.
Chen Daji was stunned and said softly to Hua Jiunan:
"Boss, the old monk usually seems kind-hearted, but he is also really cruel when he curses!"
"Look, there are so many evil ghosts, they are all smoking after being sprayed by him!!!"
"If I had known that the old monk was so cruel, I wouldn't have blackmailed him for his 'wenwan' during the day."
"Is it still too late to return it to him now..."
Hua Jiu could not smile.
"Master is very humble and won't be the same as you."
"Besides, what he just did cannot be called scolding or chanting sutras to suppress evil spirits."
"Although Buddha is compassionate, he also has the wrath of Vajra."
"How can we tolerate these monsters and monsters doing whatever they want!"
While the two were talking, Master Kongchan walked up to the deaf mother-in-law with a look of shame on his face.
"Namo Amitabha."
"Just now, the young monk was talking nonsense, and I asked the female Bodhisattva to forgive me."
Note: Zhaxiang is a Buddhist term.
It means being attached to appearance, illusion or individual consciousness and deviating from the essence.
"Phase" refers to the understanding, or concept, formed in our minds about something.
It can be divided into tangible and intangible.
Master Kong Chan said this because he blamed himself for being old-fashioned: doing good deeds to save "people" without starting from reality.
The deaf mother-in-law smiled and nodded.
"Old monk, you are very good. You know your mistakes and can correct them. Not bad."
"Just watch it."
"The old woman's soul seizing ceremony must continue."
When the evil ghosts heard this, they first looked at the four souls standing next to the paper figures and horses with envy, and then began to beat each other brutally.
But with the lesson just learned, they just defeated their opponents and did not dare to damage their roots again.
As time went by, the evil spirits who could no longer hold on quit the battle one after another.
After saluting his deaf mother-in-law, he returned to the place where he suffered, crying.
Only when there were only four of the most ferocious evil spirits left did the deaf mother-in-law ask them to stop.
"My eldest grandson is going to kill the 'Eight Strong Generals' tonight and needs a few helpers."
"The ugly words are ahead, and this time it may be very dangerous."
"If you are willing to help, just stay and attach it to the paper horse."
"After this is done, the old woman promises not to take back the paper horse, but to give it to you as a 'false body'."
Having said this, the deaf mother-in-law reached out from her arms and took out four pieces of dough wrapped with red thread.
"If you don't want to help, I won't make things difficult for you."
"Let's share one of these four balls of incense with each person. It can alleviate a few years of sin to some extent."
The four evil ghosts had naturally heard of the evil name of the "Eight Strong Generals" and had a look of fear in their eyes.
But he is unwilling to give up the great opportunity in front of him:
If you can obtain a "false Yang body", not only can you practice properly in the future, but the pain you suffer every moment can be reduced by more than half.
After a while, the four evil ghosts looked at each other and made up their minds.
They all knelt down in front of the deaf mother-in-law.
"Old immortal, we are willing to work with the younger immortal to deal with the 'Eight Strong Generals'!"
After saying that, he no longer hesitated and turned into a black smoke and merged into the paper.
At this moment, the paper horse seemed to come to life: it scratched the ground with its front hooves and neighed softly.
The deaf mother-in-law turned around again and looked at the four ghosts "men, women, old and young".
Before she could speak, the four ghosts took the lead in preaching.
"Old immortal, we are willing to help the younger immortal eliminate harm for the people and reduce our own sins."
"Even if you are beaten to death by the 'Eight Strong Generals', it is better than living in regret every moment."
After the black energy passed, the four ghosts possessed the large paper man.
The paper man opened his eyes suddenly, and his whole body was filled with black energy.
At this moment, the deaf mother-in-law sighed.
"Now that I've said that, how can I bear to let you lose your lives in vain?"
With the support of Hua Jiunan and Hu Feier, the old man slowly walked to the small pine tree.
He picked up a few pine needles that had fallen on the ground and handed them to Hua Jiunan.
"The grandson chewed it up with his mouth and sprayed it on them."
Hua Jiu Nan did as he was told.
After a "pop" sound, the paper man and paper horse glowed with green light.
In an instant, a suit of armor was formed, the kind of full-body heavy armor that even covered the horse.
The paper man and paper horse were moved and spoke together:
"Old gods are merciful, little gods are merciful!"
"Even if we risk our lives tonight, we must protect the little fairy and come back safely!"
Chang Baye looked at the heavy armor on the paper man and horse, and felt very envious.
No matter how you look at it, this thing is more reliable than the scapegoat on your head.
So Chang Baye used his thick tail to roll up a large ball of frozen soil mixed with pine needles, and handed it to Hua Jiunan with a flattering face.
"Little sir, can you chew these and spray them on me..."
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