"If there is nothing important, no one is allowed to come in and disturb me!"
Xu Mo is sitting in the inn now.
After entering the city, we found an inn to stay.
Xu Mo's original plan was to come to Kyoto and follow the plot that had been discovered here, because although he was old at that time, he would not die soon.
But it was different now. Xu Mo knew that he wouldn't live long this time.
The curse of the Thousand-Armed Buddha is too strong. Time now is calculated not by days, but by hours.
I estimate that in just a few hours, he might need to cool down.
In this case, there is no need to proceed with the original plan in Kyoto.
Xu Mo wants to explore as many unknowns as possible in this last period of time.
He was going to do something that probably had never been done before.
Use the spirit attack technique to enter the Buddha's curse and explore it.
Most people don't dare to think about this kind of thing.
Even the craziest guy wouldn't dare.
Because this is equivalent to jumping into water full of nuclear radiation to see if there are any fish or aquatic plants underwater.
It's completely suicide.
But Xu Mo just wanted to do it. For him, it was just going back to the Bajiao Pavilion, there was no difference.
When there was no one in the room, Xu Mo lay down, closed his eyes and used the spirit attack technique.
I have practiced this technique many times in more than a dozen cycles before, and my proficiency and understanding are far beyond those of others.
Curse is also a kind of ‘thought’.
As long as it is 'thought', you can use "Spirit Attacking Technique".
After a strange feeling of weightlessness, Xu Mo's eyes lit up. In front of him was a small temple.
The temple is small and dilapidated.
But there is actually incense.
There is the sound of chanting scriptures inside.
Xu Mo looked around and stepped into the temple.
The temple was quite clean, with a few pilgrims offering incense and a few monks chanting sutras. The monks' robes were shabby and patched, and each of them was leaner than the last. Although they were chanting sutras, they were all weak.
Xu Mo took a few glances and understood.
This is hungry.
When he saw Xu Mo, a thin old monk came up to him immediately.
"Donor, would you like to offer some incense?"
The old monk grinned, half of the teeth in his mouth were missing.
Xu Mo waved his hand.
The old monk immediately changed his face and backed away cursing.
Xu Mo could clearly hear the gurgling sound coming from the other party's stomach just now.
Sure enough, he was hungry.
Xu Mo squinted and looked around, and noticed a young monk over there, clasping his hands together, closing his eyes, and reciting scriptures in a low voice.
Looks familiar.
It looks a bit like the incarnation of the Thousand-Armed Buddha.
"Understood!"
Xu Mo is the spirit that cursed the Thousand-Armed Buddha. Naturally, he entered the world corresponding to the curse. The monk he saw here looked like the incarnation of the Thousand-Armed Buddha, and most likely it was the Thousand-Armed Buddha himself.
In other words, it was him who he once was.
Only exists in some kind of memory.
Judging from Xu Mo's past experience with the spirit attack technique, the seemingly peaceful scene now is simply an illusion.
Fear, pain and despair are the themes.
It must also be a theme.
Xu Mo tried to summon his sword at this time.
Three magic swords were found, but none of them had been brought in.
This kind of thing rarely happened in the past.
The same goes for the Little Black Flag of the Hundred Ghosts.
It's like Xu Mo is the polished commander now.
Even the wandering god hidden in the shadow disappeared.
"If we encounter danger, how can we protect ourselves?" Xu Mo felt that he was getting closer and closer to the Octagonal Pavilion, and he seemed to be able to see the pavilion waving to him.
But I soon felt relieved.
"The Buddha's curse is not an ordinary thought after all. It's not easy for me to come in. It's really overthinking to bring other things with me."
Although Xu Mo didn't bring anything for self-protection from outside, he could find some in this place.
After coming out of this poor little temple, Xu Mo went around to the back, looked around, took a branch, wrote a farewell message at his feet, drew a charm, then recited the nightmare words, and cast the "God Controlling Order"
.
Using the "Order to Control the God" in "Curse" is an act of seeking death that has never been done before or since.
After all, even the Buddha himself doesn’t know what kind of ‘wandering gods’ he might summon from this terrifying curse.
It would be better not to come.
Coming.
Who guarantees that the things you attract are normal wandering gods?
Or it's almost certain that it's not normal.
But Xu Mo was not afraid at all.
He knew very well that if he didn't have some weird defense, he would probably die here soon.
What is the difference between dying early and dying late?
"Crisis, crisis, there is danger first, then there is opportunity!"
Xu Mo was very focused when he cast the spell. In an instant, the surrounding air became cold. It was originally cloudy in this place, but now, the sky was getting darker and darker.
"Coming!"
Xu Mo felt the biting coldness and resentment around him, and knew that he had attracted something good.
"Wait a minute, it's too cold, and the number is wrong. With the "God Controlling Order", you can only summon one wandering god at a time. Why are there a group of them here?"
Xu Mo looked around at this moment and found that at some point, a group of monks were standing around him.
Of course, these monks are all strange things. Not only do they all show terrifying ghostly appearances, but they also have a strong sense of resentment that cannot be resolved.
Even if it is thrown into a fire, it can extinguish the flames instantly.
"Why so many? Why are they all monks?" Xu Mo became curious.
At this moment, there were probably dozens of monks surrounding him in a gloomy manner, with their heads lowered.
The surroundings are darker.
Ironically, there is still the sound of chanting in the small temple separated by the wall.
The small temple is also a temple, and Buddhism comes to take care of it. It is a holy place, but I hear the howling of resentful spirits!
"It really corresponds to what is said in the Tao Te Ching, things have yin and yang, and where there is pure yang, there must be extreme yin; people have good and evil, and great good people must have hidden evil."
Xu Mo actually realized it at this moment.
Hehehe smiled.
"Everyone, which one is the Wandering God I summoned, please stand up for yourself. The others, wherever they came from, will go back to where they came from." Xu Mo was fearless and calm in the midst of dozens of terrifying curses.
That free and easy attitude made the dozens of cursed monks feel a little dazed.
They all raised their heads at this moment and looked at Xu Mo.
The ferocious face and distorted facial features are difficult to describe in words.
Because the resentment was too strong, black blood overflowed from his eyes, mouth and nose, dripping down his pale and rotten face, and fell to the ground like strong acid, corroding the vegetation and polluting the earth.
They didn't speak, but their resentment became stronger and stronger.
Xu Mo guessed that they might want to kill him.
This won't work.
There is a wrongdoer and a debtor, so what if I am tortured to death?
"Everyone, if you don't say anything, let me take a guess. Looking at how you are dressed, you are all monks and Buddhist masters. And if you travel around this small temple, you should have practiced here, right?"
No monk paid any attention to him.
The resentment became more and more intense, and their fingers began to beat, making the sound of skeletal movement.
Creepy!
"Haha, don't be impulsive. I see that you are all very thin and look like hungry ghosts. You probably won't have a good life when you are alive. That's right. Although this small temple has incense, it is not enough. If you feed one or two monks, it will not be enough.
Yes, but if there is more, it won’t be enough. After all, there are many monks but not enough food. What should we do if we don’t have enough food? People are very hungry, so why don’t they eat people?”
Xu Mo narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Maybe you're right.
That's right too.
The resentment of these resentful monks has almost reached its peak at this moment. It seems that the next moment they will take action to skin Xu Mo alive and divide and eat him.
"If you ask me, don't blame this or hate that. It's very miserable for you to be eaten. But on the other hand, weren't you thinking about eating others at that time? It's just that if you lose, you have to fight hard and fight hard.
Win or lose, just accept it!"
Xu Mo felt a pain in his body.
Because there was a curse on the monk, I had already reached out to catch him.
There are some that grab hands, some that grab legs, and some that strangle necks.
The hand was bitingly cold, and as soon as it touched the skin, he was immediately so cold that he felt numb, as if his body was no longer his own.
But no one covered Xu Mo's mouth, so he kept talking.
"You can't figure it out, and you're not convinced, all because you have resentments in your heart. But whether it's for a living or a meal, you have worshiped Buddhism after all. You blame the Buddha for not taking care of you, making you hungry, and even being eaten as meat by others.
"You blame your own incompetence for not being able to defeat others; you blame others for living but only you for dying. Let me ask you, did you ever think that you were a disciple of Buddhism for a moment? Did you sincerely pay homage to the Buddha?"
"If not, they are just mortals who have shaved their heads and deserve to die; if so, let go now and I will save you, cross to the other side, and see the true Buddha!"
Most of the cursed monks did not respond, but there were two or three whose eyes showed confusion and struggle at this moment.
There is less resentment.
The power of these vengeful monks was so great that Xu Mo's body began to bleed, as if he was about to be cut into pieces.
So at this moment he roared fiercely.
The sound was so loud it was deafening.
"A wake-up call, an enlightenment, a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, a deafening awakening. All appearances are false... The sea of suffering is boundless and there is no turning back... Looking back... Holy shit, I still haven't let go? It hurts!"
