An hour later, Zen Master Rong Hui appeared outside the hotel door.
I closed my eyes and sensed it carefully, took one step forward, and reappeared outside the door of the Wuxin Chamber.
"Namo Amitabha."
"The young monk Rong Hui of Baima Temple asks to see the faceless Buddha."
At this time, all the beggars in the house were frightened and at a loss:
More and more blood and tears flowed out of the bronze mask, flowing along the bed.
Thick and fishy smell.
The whole room was filled with gloomy wind, and there seemed to be hundreds of thousands of people crying and wailing, and hundreds of ghosts roaring.
At this moment, Wuxin is like an illusion, growing up and down, constantly changing between a little monk and a ghost or a Buddha.
The most important thing is that the Buddha's Demon-Suppressing Sutra on his face gradually disappeared!
Hearing the knock on the door, the beggars felt like they had received a savior.
Although he didn't know who was outside the door, those who could sneak into the hotel at this time were not ordinary people.
"Master's door is unlocked, please come in quickly!"
Rong Hui frowned when she stepped into the room, and was even more shocked when she saw the scene inside clearly.
"Namo Amitabha!"
"It turns out that the ghost Buddha 'borrowed' the Demon-Suppressing Sutra back then to suppress himself! The young monk... the young monk shouldn't have been attached to it for thousands of years!"
After finishing speaking, he subconsciously picked up the scriptures that were sitting on the bedside, soaked in blood and tears.
Seeing this, Zen Master Rong Hui was shocked again: there was not even a single word in the entire sutra, and only simple, yellowed pages remained.
"How could this be?"
"Who has such a strong demonic barrier in their heart that the Faceless Buddha 'takes a text' to suppress it?"
No wonder Zen Master Rong Hui made such a fuss:
You must know that when ghosts and Buddhas suppressed themselves, they only carved sutras on their bodies and carried the original text of "Buddha's Sutra of Suppressing Demons" with them.
There is no need to "take the text" from Yongzhen!
If it weren't for the fact that the "criminal karma" involved in Hua Jiu'an was so huge and he unintentionally cared too much about his brother, he wouldn't have resorted to such "extreme" means.
But in this way, his own "devil barrier" can no longer be suppressed.
The little guy is giving up on himself and fulfilling China's nine difficulties!
Judging from the demeanor of Zen Master Rong Hui, Qi Baijia has realized that the person standing in front of him is a hidden master.
He immediately said: "Master, please think of a solution quickly. I'm worried that Master Wuxin will go crazy if this continues!"
Zen Master Rong Hui smiled bitterly upon hearing this.
"Possessed?"
"The Faceless Buddha has become a ghost Buddha thousands of years ago. How did he become a demon?"
"If it hadn't been for the Age of Ending Dharma, and if the Buddha's Sutra of Suppressing Demons had been added to his body, he would have gone straight to the Desire Realm Heaven, and would always be with the Lord of the Six Brahma Heavens!"
After sighing with emotion, the old monk did not dare to neglect. He took off his Baina monk clothes and covered Wu Xin's body, which was constantly changing. Then he ignored the filth and sat cross-legged among the blood and tears.
The Zen staff stands upright, the wooden fish is clear, the rosary beads, and the four treasures of the golden mountain hang high, and the "Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra" is solemnly recited in the mouth.
"Subhuti, what do you mean, you can see the Tathagata in the physical form... All appearances are false. Suppose you see the Tathagata in a different form."
In fact, the most useful thing at this time is the "Buddha's Sutra of Suppressing Demons".
It's just that Zen Master Rong Hui's practice is "insufficient" and he can't control it at all.
Just like the engine of an ordinary family car is used to pull a train - it has no effect at all except the cylinder explosion (wind reverses)!
The scriptures are solemn and the Buddhist vessels are shining with golden light.
With the help of Zen Master Rong Hui, Wu Xin's state finally stabilized.
Just when the beggars heaved a long sigh of relief, a cold voice suddenly came from outside.
"The Supreme Being abandons Zihua in nine difficulties and comes out to die!"
As soon as the sound came out, I knew it was broken!
The dark wind howled, and the blood moon hung high.
The ancient Buddha shedding blood and tears appeared under the moon at some unknown time.
The huge shadow cast seemed to cover the entire Yuhang!
The little monk who had been "quiet" suddenly became violent.
The Baina monk's robe covering his body and the four golden mountain treasures were all bounced away in an instant.
Instead, there was the letter stained with blood for thousands of years!
A bronze mask covers his face, with his eyes closed behind him.
No intention to hide, no face to appear!
"Jie, Jie, Jie, Namo Amitabha!"
"What evil creature is trying to harm my brother? I will send you to the Buddha to repent!"
There was a crash as the glass shattered, and Ghost Buddha Faceless had broken out of the window.
Seeing this, the beggars cursed loudly.
"Who doesn't care about death comes to stir up trouble at this time!"
"You've had enough of this life, don't bring trouble to me, Master Dao!"
"Pindao...Pindao just gave away the 'Tongzi Kung Fu' and plans to practice other techniques..."
In anger, the beggar jumped down from the window imitating the appearance of a ghostly Buddha without a face.