"I don't want your lives, I just want you, Zhao Aiguo, to be a good official and benefit our people from now on!"
Zhao Aiguo was stunned at first, then his face was filled with shame, and finally he looked at his deaf mother-in-law with great respect and knelt on the ground with a thud.
"You are truly a living Bodhisattva!"
"I, Zhao Aiguo, swear to God: If I can't do what you just said, I won't have to strike with five thunderbolts from the sky. I'll just find a place to kill myself and avoid being embarrassed!"
The old monk Kong Chan also had a face filled with admiration, and he clasped his hands together and bowed to the deaf mother-in-law.
"Namo Amitabha, the female Bodhisattva is compassionate, the people here are blessed!"
In the days that followed, Zhao Aiguo did what he said and did countless practical things and good things for the people.
He even gave up the opportunity for promotion several times and stayed in the county to take charge of the work.
Of course, the people in the county also loved him very much, and everyone called him Zhao Qingtian.
After lunch, the little Taoist priest, who was thinking about his master, left together with Deputy Team Leader Niu.
"My abilities are low and I can't help you if I stay here."
"Please help my master as soon as possible after my mother-in-law rescues Zhao Fei."
Those who left with them were also those who came with Zhao Aiguo.
Yin and Yang have their own ways, and ordinary people should not be allowed to participate in these things.
Before leaving, the old monk Kongchan respectfully said to the deaf mother-in-law:
"Namo Amitabha, if the demon in the small temple breaks out of the seal, the female Bodhisattva will need to ask the immortal family to suppress it."
The deaf mother-in-law nodded in agreement:
"Monk, don't worry, as long as he dares to come out to harm the people, I will fight him to the death!"
After sending everyone away and settling down Zhao Fei's family, Hua Jiu was in trouble, and Hu Fei'er helped her deaf mother-in-law to rest on the wicker chair.
Hu Feier said softly while beating the old man's legs:
"Grandma, I heard the elders discussing that the suppression of the 'Ghost Buddha Faceless' in Jinguang Temple is not simple."
Chen Daji, who never lacked the spirit of gossip, hurriedly asked:
"Sister Fei'er, what are ghosts and Buddhas? What do you know? Tell me quickly."
Hu Feier looked at Hua Jiunan and saw that he was also listening, so she spoke:
The story begins in the Tang Dynasty. At that time, it was not the end of the Dharma era, and the practice of spiritual practice was prevalent.
Ghost Buddha Faceless is an abandoned baby who has lived with his master in the Jinguang Temple on Cuifeng Mountain since he was a child.
The master not only treated him as his own son, but also made it clear that he would pass on the position of abbot to him in the future.
The senior brothers took good care of him and did not let him participate in any dirty or tiring work.
From childhood to adulthood, Ghost Buddha’s performance did not disappoint:
He has profound attainments in Buddhism and can recite most scriptures at a young age.
What's even more rare is his compassion for others: it can be said that "sweeping the floor does not hurt the lives of ants, but cherishing moths and covering the gauze lamp."
The tragedy began when Gui Fo Wu Mian was eighteen years old:
His master, the old abbot, was about to pass away. Before leaving, he called several disciples to him:
"Dharma Precepts, you are the disciple of the poor monk, and the position of abbot of Vajra Temple is passed on to you."
"Fa Rong, you are the most generous and kind person..."
Gui Fo Wu Mian heard that senior brother Fa Jie had taken over the position of abbot, but he didn't listen at all to what the master said from now on.
In his heart, he has long regarded himself as his successor.
All the brothers and sisters also call him Little Abbot when everyone laughs and laughs on weekdays.
But I never expected that the final result would be like this.
After finishing the religious rituals for the master with his brothers in a daze, Gui Fo Wu Mian locked himself in the room for three months and did not go out.
Because he can't figure it out!
The rest of the people thought that Gui Fo Wu Mian was too sad, and they all tried to persuade him.
One night, I always felt like I was being teased, and my evil side finally broke out:
He took advantage of the others being defenseless and brutally killed them one by one with a poisoned dagger.
Ghost Buddha Faceless saved the senior brother who had taken over his position as abbot until the end.
Because not only do they want to kill him, but the ghosts and Buddhas also use all possible means to torture him!
At this time, Dharma Ring did not know that the ghosts and Buddhas were coming to kill him:
He was chanting sutras in front of the Buddha statue, without any precautions against the ghost Buddha behind him:
"Namo Amitabha, junior brother, are you here? This is..."
Fa Jie was holding a letter in his hand, and as soon as he turned around, he was greeted by a dagger glowing with black light.
The body is poisoned by the bone-crushing poison, and the Dharma Precepts consciousness is completely clear, but it cannot move or speak.
The ghost Buddha looked ferocious and cut him into a skeleton one by one.
Until he died, Fajie still had his eyes wide open, and his mouth clearly said: "Why?!"
More than a hundred people in Jinguang Temple were killed by the ghost monk in one night. He sat among the dead and laughed ferociously all night long.
"Quack, quack, this is what you will get for playing tricks on me!"
For the next three months, Ghost Buddha No Face sat in front of the ancient Buddha in the middle of the hall and ate each of his fellow disciples he had killed.
He didn't care at all that the corpse had become rotten, covered in maggots, and emitted a stench that towered over the sky.
During this period, dozens of nearby villagers who came to the temple to offer incense and pray for blessings were also murdered by him.
When he finished eating the last corpse, there was lightning and thunder, and the ancient Buddha shed tears!
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