Tu Lin was injured so badly, his father followed right behind and came to our territory. Hmph, he's probably here for revenge," my brother sneered."You fight fire with fire, right We found Mingzhang...The evil spirits had temporarily retreated, and we approached the main house's door. My brother, holding a copper talisman, carefully pried open a sliver of a gap with his Qiankun Sword.
Behind the door hung a layer upon layer of heavy curtains, all covered in scriptures, obscuring the entire doorway completely.
A chill and malevolent aura emanated from within, a pitch-black void. My brother whispered, "Master, are you still alive"
"The old monk has nothing to do for the time being. You can come in and close the door, and you will be able to see… Hu Qing, you stay at the door." The old monk instructed.
He speaks clearly and thinks logically, he should still be able to control the situation.
Huisqing curled her lip and said nothing, gesturing for me to enter by lifting the curtain.
The moment the door shut, two candles flickered to life inside the room...they were candles inscribed with runes.
The candle flame flickered faintly, casting an eerie glow.
Elder Master Yuanhui sat cross-legged on the wooden platform, with two people lying face down in front of him. They were probably the two uncles of Master Huqing.
The thatched hut is just a shell; inside is a stone chamber. The walls, ceiling, and floor are all covered in carvings of Buddhist scriptures.
Along the wall stood shelves laden with antique racks. Each shelf was lined with countless tiny wooden Buddha statues, all in a seated posture, their bodies intricately carved with scriptures and painted over with cinnabar.
Those crimson, winding lines seemed as if a small Buddha statue was bleeding all over.
These wooden Buddha statues are not fixed, but like ornaments in a car, their heads are attached to their bodies with a spring chain. In the hazy candlelight, it feels as if these little Buddha statues are nodding and bobbing their heads as they watch us.
I've never met Master Yuanhui, so I don't know what he looks like. But the current Yuanhui... looks very scary.
His face was pale, his skin sagging downwards, the red under-eye circles stretched by the drooping flesh, making his eyes look especially large.
The skin was dry, shrunken, and skeletal.
Looks like a dead person.
“Who are the two of you” he asked, his bloodshot eyes fixed on me and my brother.
“We are the friends of Hu Qing, siblings named Mu.” My brother replied simply.
The two siblings surnamed Mu, I feel like everyone in this circle should know who they are.
"So it's the two young friends from the Mu family..." The old monk strained a smile and said, "There are two cushions here, you can make do sitting on them. Don't mind my poor etiquette, I really can't move an inch..."
He gave a glance at the two cushions on the floor.
What are you kidding There are corpses lying in front of those cushions, how dare we sit
"No need, we can just stand here. What happened here Are these two masters alright" I whispered.
The old monk's gaze bore down on me, and I instinctively felt that his time was near.
"Miss Mu's aura is unlike ordinary people... Could it be that after the Huangdao Village incident, her karmic fulfillment has been complete, and she has transcended the mundane" he tentatively asked.
"...Cultivation to such a state isn't easy, I merely have the blessings of the immortals and diligently practice with trembling respect." I replied softly.
My brother frowned and said, "Master, you look like a spent arrow, sooner or later you won't be able to suppress it... What's different about my sister is my sister's business, there are others who will worry about it... Why do you ask so much It's better to think of how to solve it!"
Master Yuanhui gave a faint smile. "Sir Mu, your eyesight is sharp and your personality decisive. This old monk admires you young people... That piece of fierce wood is right here, on this cushion beneath my own. At present, it seems like a conspiracy. Someone wants to severely harm righteous people from the monastic, Daoist, and secular worlds, taking advantage of the chaos to subvert order. This black piece of fierce wood is the key to the Corpse Demon's methods—"
His words suddenly stopped, his expression strange and contorted. The skin on his face twitched and trembled.
Evil, like surging lava, bubbled up from where he stood, bursting with a pop in the room —
At that moment, black qi filled the air, and the ground turned into an abyss-like blackness. We stood by the door, feeling like we were about to fall in.
The old monk trembled with both hands, desperately fiddling with his rosary beads. He mustered the last of his strength to chant the Buddha's name.
"Namo namo Akshobhya Buddha..." His lips trembled, his voice echoing faintly after it was uttered.
After he recited it many times, the small wooden Buddha statues on the surrounding bookshelves began to tremble. The springs moved slightly, causing the heads of the Buddha statues to shake gently.
In the candlelight, countless small Buddha statues seemed to be struggling in a bloody battle, trembling as if chanting sutras together.
Chanting this Buddha's name, even if one falls into hell and suffers greatly, can still rely on a little bit of good fortune to be saved and delivered by the Thus Come One.
Does the old monk think this darkness is hell in Buddhism
Black mist surged from the ground before him, as if something had broken through the barrier!
A swollen, pale, and gangrenous hand emerged from the hole! It gripped the two corpses on the ground, its black fingernails piercing their bloated flesh, squeezing out a pile of filthy blood.
"Ah——!!" I cried out, "Brother, this is that cave! The cave where the Corpse Cultivator raises corpse demons!"
My brother was also scared. He turned around and pushed me towards the exit, running: "This is something that can't be solved by humans! Old monk, come over here quickly!"
When he turned back to call out to Master Yuanhui, Yuanhui suddenly had his eyes bulge and let out a Buddha's roar like that of a lion, which shook everyone to their core. The hundreds of small Buddha statues around them vibrated violently, with some even falling off their heads.
The corpse demon's hand quickly retracted into the black hole, taking the two corpses with it... It got new food again, didn't it
The old monk spat out a mouthful of blood, his voice hoarse as he said, "Master Mu... is right... This... is beyond human power... Tell Huicong, close the temple, disperse the monks... Do not come near this hut anymore. I can still hold on, I can still..."
Even after such persistence, the consequences were still worrisome. I nervously pulled my brother out, glancing one last time at the withered and skeletal old monk who resembled a walking corpse.
His eyes were bulging and fixed on me, his chin was covered in blood.
As soon as we stepped out, my brother immediately grabbed Hu Qing and ran out of the bamboo gate's range, urgently conveying the old monk's "last words".
Hu Qing kicked a tree trunk angrily. He was furious at this helplessness and despair, but he couldn't find any way out.
I silently recited the Bao Gao of Fengdu, summoning the Seven Lords and Eight Lords.
After Hei Wu Chang appeared, he stared at me and said, “Little Madam, once we enter the mountain gate of Buddha and Bodhisattva, our power will weaken, and we won't be able to deal with the things here!”
Bai Wu Chang slowly floated beside me, lazily saying: "Come on, Lao Ba, even if we don't weaken it, what can we do"
Well, even White Seventh Master finds this thing incredibly powerful
"Little Empress~ I think you should invite the Lord Emperor over... Let that little monk close the mountain gates, pray and offer incense, and notify their Bodhisattvas."
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I hid in the backseat of the car, secretly using a breast pump to relieve the discomfort in my chest. The electric breast pump was very powerful and it hurt a little.
Jiang Qiyun suddenly appeared beside me, scaring me so much I almost spilled my milk bottle.
"...Haven't you seen this before Why are you so nervous" He frowned in displeasure.ving it a distinct sense of age.Besides basic furniture, there were no other items inside. Mu Wanchen said that this might be the dwelling of someone who practiced in the mountains.He was accustomed t...