Chapter 27: Forty thousand

After the disciples disappeared out of thin air, Xuan Ming was finally overthrown by great grief, walking around the altar, and the old tears crisscrossed. The mental power that Youji put into his pupils through the palms has not yet dissipated, so the current Bodhi Temple has a different look.
He looked down the steps with a wooden expression, and there were people standing around him. No one was the most distinguished aristocracy in Shanghai, or he was high, or graceful, or he was reserved. They are dressed in the brightest and most beautiful clothes and the most exquisite and expensive accessories.
Although Xuanming is broad-minded and cheerful, he is not a fool who ca n’t wait for the world and only knows hardship. He has experienced the chilly world and naturally understands the sinister heart. In the past, he always took the responsibility of saving the world. No matter whether good or bad people are in danger, he is willing to lend a helping hand. Gein believes that human nature is good, and that people who make mistakes always have a day to get lost.
However, he has deep doubts about the ideas he once held. I saw everyone in the audience, with the exception of young children, almost an innocent soul attached behind them. They looked grim, grinning, or grinning their teeth, whispering and sneering, or reaching out with their claws. However, their enemies are of extraordinary origins, and Xiangyun goes around the top. With only a little bit of resentment, they can't help each other. In the long wait, they often have only one ending, that is, the spirit is flying away, never reincarnation.
Many innocent souls gathered together to form a mass of thick black mist. Looking from a distance, the once peaceful and holy Bodhi Temple turned into a ghostly Shura field. Especially the king of elephants, with a two-foot-tall thousand-faced ghost attached to its back, each face twisted, roaring, roaring, echoing again and again, "Return to my life", echoing over the altar, like Reproduced.
Xuanming is not hard to imagine that these people must be killed by Wang Xianggan, and the evil he created has brought him to eighteen levels of hell. With such a father, is Wang Tianyou a good stubble?
Xuan Ming turned his head and looked at the culprit on Liantai. It was no surprise that two little ghosts appeared beside him, with bruises all over his body and blood and tears. It can be seen that Wang Tianyou has long been addicted to murder, and cannot be tolerated. Is such a person really possible? Can we really abandon evil and do good? He doesn't have any evil spirits at all. What he does is from his nature. How can he be rehabilitated?
If he was rescued, how could my disciple Miaochen stare? Xuan Ming hugged the small body in his arms, smirked and laughed, "If the body is damaged, it can be healed, and the morals can be corrected, but if the heart is broken, how can you make up for it by reading a few verses? Crossing people, but can't cross the devil, so that the son has become a devil, and also ask Master Wang to please another master. "
When he said this, he bowed his head from beginning to end, not going to the crowd, let alone watching the elephant shrouded in the dark and ghostly atmosphere. He had thought that he could endure all the hardships in the world, but he didn't expect it to happen. Instead, the ugliness of the world defeated him first. He had to admit that after all, he was just a flesh-and-blood person, not a bodhisattva of great mercy and compassion.
Holding the body of the apprentice, he stepped down the steps step by step. When he approached the door, he suddenly turned to look at Youji and Ji Changye, showing a smile of comfort. Compared with the nobles who are drowned in the ghostly ghosts, the two are the cleanest, the golden sunlight is falling around them, and it seems that the place is bright and transparent, warm and bright.
This is about the last piece of pure land in Bodhi Temple. Thinking of this, Master Xuanming nodded slightly at the two, and resolutely walked out resolutely, "The disciples listened to the order, and immediately went to Shangjing to knock on the drums for the sanctity."
"The disciples got orders!" Three hundred monks in Bodhi Temple responded in unison, and the momentum was soaring.
However, for a short time, the original temple was almost empty, but the pilgrims who came to watch the rituals looked at each other and were at a loss, of which the Wang family was the most ugly. Wang Xianggan vowed to sue officials, not because he was convinced of his son's conduct. He had contacts in Dali Temple, the Ministry of Criminal Affairs, and the Inspectorate.
But for now, Master Xuanming actually took Miaochen's body to knock on the drum and ask for the decree, not to mention his unique status in the Daming Dynasty, which is the thousands of believers in Shanghai, and he will not let go. Killer. He deliberately made the matter known to everyone, in order to achieve the purpose of forbidding anyone involved in the involvement, which shows that he did not believe the Wang family's words. Besides, he also asserted that Wang Tianyou had fallen into the magic and could not cross the border, but he intentionally intercepted Wang Tianyou's retreat.
How does the "human demon" in the state teacher's mouth participate in the imperial examinations, how to enter the government, and how can he be an extreme minister? He didn't show his face, but his skepticism and animosity towards the royal family had been revealed in the process. Although the Wang family had some faces in front of the Prince, it was not irreplaceable. The Prince is in a solid position. His holy family members are excellent. He wants to lift whoever he wants, and he suppresses whoever he wants. No need to worry. The Wang family had offended the Lord Anwar before, but now he has revenge with Master Xuanming. It is self-evident which side the Prince will stand on.
Considering this, the elephant could not help but sink in color. He turned his head to stare at Yuji, and the dark pupil turned his head-stirring up the horrible killing, but he decided that everything before him had been done by Yuji.
"Bring this wicked man back!" He had a bad attack, only waved his hands, and the guards lifted Wang Tianyou, and then immediately returned to Beijing with his family members. He wanted to rush into the palace and ask the sin before Master Xuanming rang the drums. . The son's future can be ruined, but his career must not be ruined.
In a blink of an eye, Kung Fu took another big step-the Bo people, and the Bodhi Temple finally restored its former solitude. You Xun originally wanted to ask Master Xuanming how long his lost mental power could last, but he did not expect it to be so decisive, and took the body directly away.
Stop, you can always meet in the future. With a small sigh, he hurried to the master and habitually pinched each other's waist-limbs. Everything that Master Xuanming saw, he could naturally see. This ghost-ridden world is even more dangerous than the last days. At least zombies are tangible and can be wiped out by all means, but ghosts are invisible, traceless, and shadowless. They ca n’t even touch them. What about resistance?
Had it not been fortunate to have met his master and received his asylum, you would have believed that he had already become a wicked soul and a dust. In this fierce Shura field, the master is his only vitality and the only pure land. How can he not be attached to it?
My heart went back and forth a thousand times, and Aya stuck her cheek to the youth's back, and slightly hooked her lips.
Ji Changye couldn't see the boy's expression and couldn't guess his thoughts, but he could perceive this thick nostalgia through his constantly tightening arms. He felt both in dilemma and a little ecstasy, and was shocked, then pressed the inexplicable joy into his heart and deliberately forgotten.
Gently patted the back of the teenager's hand, he said aloud, "I have no fear, I'm here." As long as I'm in the day, no one will hurt you.
Youxi shook her head and muffled, "I'm not afraid." As long as you are there, I'm not afraid of anything.
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Master Xuanming and Wang Xiangqian returned to Beijing one after another. The layout of the middle of Beijing was afraid to change. Ji Changye did not dare to delay and immediately led everyone down the mountain. His hurried behavior did not cause anyone to suspect that such terrible things happened. No one wants to stay in the Bodhi Temple more, and clean up the soft as fast as possible.
After returning to Beijing, Ji Changye was suddenly busy, often not seeing people for three or five days, and the two little ghosts followed Wang Tianyou to return to the royal family in order to get revenge. Youyi had to sigh that she was lucky, and she learned how to absorb dragon gas at a critical moment, otherwise she would already be divided by Li Gui.
Wang Xianggan is too busy with his son's aftermath, and can't get rid of him, but there is a moment when he can't forget the other person's aggressive look when he looks at himself. Rather than waiting for the other side to assassinate him, it is better to start first, he thought about it and decided to kill the elephant first.
On this day, while the master was away from work, he asked two little ghosts to bring the thousand-faced ghosts attached to the elephant's dry back. The two little ghosts were given two drops of blood to feed him. Daoxing has been going for more than two hundred years. Although the thousand-faced ghosts were fused and devoured by thousands of innocent souls, they were very angry, but they were not rivals of the little ghosts. In the middle, I was pinched on the ground.
He gathered thousands of resentments, only revenge, and no clear and independent thinking ability. He did not dare to resist the imp, and when he saw the young man sitting above him, he suddenly broke into a rage, with thousands of mouths uttering a sharp shout. There is no stubbornness, and he only threw out a slap when he struck near.
I only heard a crackling sound, and Qian Qianggui was beaten several times. A palm-print with a purple flame was burned on one of Qian Qianggui's cheeks, and gradually the prairie spread. Suddenly, the flames disappeared, and he mourned to the ground, but was dragged by two ankles and pulled out abruptly.
"What's the matter, my lord has something to ask you." The boy also threw a crisp slap, knocked Qian Qiangui to the ground, and then uttered a dark wind, cutting off the face that was about to burn out.
Losing a face, Thousand-faced ghosts really are a lot more honest, smashing themselves into a ball, hiding on the roof beam shivering. This mortal is younger than a ghost.
There was a few steps forward, and Yang Shou said, "Want to get revenge?" As soon as the words fell, he realized that he seemed to like this question recently.
Knowing his quarrel with the royal family, the two little ghosts immediately and sincerely said, "Master, why do you need to bother this little ghost to kill the elephant, we can do it for you."
"You have a debt, you have a debt, you just have to deal with Wang Tianyou. After the revenge is over and your wish is over, you will be reincarnated and reborn. You don't need to be under my jurisdiction, and you don't need to make evil for me." Slaves, he prefers them to leave the world with peace of mind like Xiao Sami. He does not owe others or let others owe himself.
The two little ghosts burst into tears, feeling with heart, more and more want to smear the young man's liver and brains, are trying to show loyalty again, Qian Qiang ghost on the beam sighed and snatched Bai Dao, "Think, want revenge!" When you die, you want to pull the elephant to go to !!
Thousands of echoes echoed in the room, like thunder. The two little ghosts were slightly uncomfortable, but they were unaffected, and instead turned their lips up and beckoned, "Then come over and make a deal with me." 2k novel reading network