Zhang Jiao was stunned when he heard this, then closed his eyes to sense.
"Hahaha, he is still stranded in this world, I am not alone!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a skinny, dark-skinned old monk walking barefoot.
A string of human bone rosary beads made of baby heads hung around her neck.
Although the skinny, dark-skinned old monk looks very ugly, even scary, his expression is particularly peaceful.
Peaceful with endless compassion.
When he walked to the foot of the pine tree slowly but in a hurry, Zhang Jiao had already stood up and greeted him with a smile.
"Blessings are boundless in the yellow sky."
"Isn't the Buddha always fine after not seeing the dead bones for a thousand years?"
The old monk returned the gift solemnly and meticulously.
"Namo Amitabha."
"The labor leader is concerned, and the poor monk is frightened."
Then he respectfully saluted Mr. Song: "The skeleton of a young monk from the southern country pays homage to the senior tree god."
"Senior's compassion has saved thousands of living beings."
Song Lao did not respond immediately, but remained silent for a long time and sighed.
"No need to be polite."
"Two thousand years ago, you sat at my feet and made the twelve great aspirations to inspire the world."
The withered monk was stunned when he heard this, and then his eyes couldn't help but look at the canopy-like pine trees.
Sure enough, we saw twelve Buddhist swastikas vaguely carved on the middle and lower section of the tree trunk.
Isn’t this exactly what I did back then?!
Under such circumstances, the Skeleton Monk's calm state of mind, which had been calm for two thousand years, could not help but cause ripples.
He quickly straightened his clothes and knelt on the ground to worship Song Lao.
"Namo Amitabha."
"The young monk did such a terrible thing because he had not yet attained enlightenment. I would like to thank the elder tree god for his kindness!"
Mr. Song was obviously very happy to meet an "old friend".
A green light full of vitality emerged, slowly lifting the skeletal monk.
"You have a kind heart, so the old tree allows you to realize enlightenment at my feet. This is your good destiny..."
Although Mr. Song said this, the Bone Monk was obviously a persistent person.
Although he was lifted up, he knelt down respectfully again.
After three prostrations and nine prostrations, he stood up respectfully, sat one step behind and silently sat under the pine tree.
Take off the skull rosary from your neck, twist it while reciting the Diamond Subduing Demon Sutra, and assist Mr. Song in suppressing the "things" under the dead man's underground palace.
This time he sensed that something dangerous was about to be born, so he hurried over with the great mercy of "If I don't go to hell, who will?", but he didn't expect to meet Song Lao and Zhang Jiao.
In this way, there is no need to "sacrifice one's life to become a benevolent person".
In this Buddhist monk's mind, he thought that the combined efforts of the three of them, coupled with the large formation suspended in the air, would not be able to suppress the evil forever, but it would still be easy to trap him for thousands of years.
However, what he didn't know was that the "things" suppressed below also contained the bluestone coffin that buried half of the world!!!
...
On the other side, after separating from the "everyone", Hua Jiunan and the others declined Qian Duoduo's offer to "squeeze" them and send them back to the hotel.
After handing the still unconscious Taoist Zhou to Wu Yongming, the purple-clad Taoist priest, he chose to take a taxi back.
This makes 500 people who want to earn some extra money very regretful, just like ordinary people missing out on the 5 million grand prize.
Therefore, we have to wait near the Underground Palace of the Dead and pick up an individual traveler on the way back to the city.
After all, there are only two people in his shabby taxi, the lion-like Sun Yangming and the great scholar Xun Yi.
"Running on empty" is not his money-rich style...
As for why I didn’t bring the two masters Rong Hui and Pu Neng with me... When have you ever seen a monk pay outside? Whether it’s for food or accommodation!
Or do something else... Isn't it a waste of money to pull them? He has a lot of money and is not stupid, on the contrary, he is smart.
In terms of careful planning, Chang Baye, who is in a state of hunger, can stand shoulder to shoulder with him!
Regarding the persistence of his old friend, the great scholar Xun Yi just smiled faintly, and then took out the ancient scroll and read it carefully.
He looked like he couldn't hear what was going on outside the window and only read the books of sages.
In fact, he was silently using secret techniques to inform the special departments in the capital of everything that happened in Liangzhu.
After all, the underground palace of the dead at this time is like a time bomb... It is also a nuclear bomb level.
If it is not handled well, the consequences will be disastrous!