The moment Hu Qingshan left the stick of incense, he had already reached the cypress mountain.
According to Hu Feier's description, we walked straight to the middle of the mountain.
There are no roads here at all, so tourists going up and down the mountain take cable cars.
Therefore, the head of the Hu family is not afraid of disturbing ordinary people.
I saw his eyes flashing like two stars, carefully looking at the plants and trees around him.
While walking, he suddenly stopped at a place and whispered.
"Ghost eyes??!"
"How can a mere sorcery stand in the way of the orthodoxy of my immortal family!"
"The great master is sitting in the hall, and all the ghosts are confused. Broken!"
Following Hu Qingshan's words, there was a sound similar to breaking glass.
After the sound, the scene Xu Fangcao and Li Yun saw appeared again in front of the head of the Hu family.
It's just that this bull-headed skeleton is even weirder than the previous few days.
The color became brighter red, as if blood was dripping from it, and bursts of black smoke came out of his eyes.
At the same time, faint roars echoed around.
The most conspicuous thing is the clear palm print on the forehead of the skull.
A strange black color appeared around the palm print, and there were cracks spreading everywhere like spider webs.
Hu Qingshan frowned as he watched.
After thinking for a moment, he waved his sleeves and robe, and the strange situation in front of him was covered up again.
"Help people to the end and send Buddha to the West."
"That's all, I'll go to Jinguang Temple again to meet that ghost Buddha."
After a cup of tea, Hu Qingshan had appeared in the main hall of Jinguang Temple.
Master Kongchan, who was chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha, was stunned for a moment when he saw the head of the Hu family, and then stood up to salute.
"Namo Amitabha, the poor monk has seen the old immortal family."
Hu Qingshan nodded in return.
"Master, you're welcome."
"I came here today, but it was only for personal matters."
After saying that, Hu Qingshan walked up to the Buddha statue and tapped the ground with his crutch three times as a complete courtesy.
Then he disappeared into the main hall.
Master Kongchan knew that Hu Qingshan had gone under the Buddha statue, and quickly ordered the young monk to close the door and thank the guests.
Don't let anyone step into Jinguang Temple to avoid accidents.
A few days ago, three eminent monks from Mount Wutai passed away, and ghosts and Buddhas started to stir up trouble. How could we not be more careful!
He took out the blood-stained letter of recommendation from his cassock and placed it on the incense table in front of the Buddha.
Master Kongchan sat on the ground and recited the "Ksitigarbha's Sutra of Conquering Demons".
After Hu Qingshan entered the space under the Buddha statue, he saw the same scene as the three old monks in Mount Wutai.
The temples are connected and chanting is constant.
There were occasional ghosts walking around, but they all had peaceful faces and took the initiative to greet Hu Qingshan and salute him.
Hu Qingshan walked slowly into the temple hall. At the same time, the young monk who was giving lectures to thousands of ghosts suddenly stopped.
He spoke to the ghosts with a compassionate face.
"Namo Amitabha."
"We are a distinguished guest. This concludes today's sermon. Dear donors, please come back."
The ghosts got up and left, not forgetting to kneel down and salute the young monk.
Everything in front of him made Hu Qingshan unable to understand:
It’s not that ghosts and Buddhas are suppressed here, how could it be such a peaceful scene!
Before the head of the Hu family could think too much, the young monk stood up and saluted.
"Namo Amitabha."
"The young monk has never met the old immortal family."
Hu Qingshan was not polite and nodded gently in return.
"Since my little master is called Wuxin, have you ever known the faceless master?"
The little monk Wu Xin shook his head gently.
"Namo Amitabha."
"A few days ago, several eminent monks came to the small temple to look for the Faceless Master."
"It's a pity that the young monk doesn't know each other."
During the conversation, the young monk took out the futon.
Hu Qingshan and him sat opposite each other.
"Little Master Wuxin, I came here today to ask you something."
"Namo Amitabha, old immortal, please tell me. The young monk will definitely tell you everything he knows."
Hu Qingshan didn't hide it and directly asked about Xu Fangcao.
"That girl was entangled by a cow ghost that day. After she came to the temple to offer incense, the young master took action to save her?"
The young monk's face was filled with compassion and he chanted the Buddha's name repeatedly.
"All living beings suffer."
"The day before yesterday, when the young monk saw the female benefactor, her soul was taken away by the cow ghost, and she couldn't bear it."
"So we went to Hinoki Mountain that night."
"After persuading me with kind words, the benefactor Niu Gui finally showed mercy and gave my soul to the young monk."
"The young monk has spent the night returning them to the female donor's body."
After hearing this, Hu Qingshan nodded slightly and stared at the young monk with colorful lights flashing in his eyes.
"Little master, I have one last question."
"What if the monk has no heart? What if the monk has no face?!"
The young monk's face showed confusion at first, and then he showed compassion again.
"Namo Amitabha!"
"A monk without mind is ethereal and realizes the boundless Dharma."
"The monk has no face..."
"The faceless monk...the faceless monk must have demonic obstacles in his heart and be ashamed to appear before the Buddha..."