Laolin Temple is particularly quiet at night.

The birds and beasts seemed to be resting and not running around.

The chirping of insects became louder.

Although the main hall of the temple is like a sieve with ventilation on all sides, the swaying wind and rain just pass by with the curtains hanging, and no one who knows what is interesting breaks in to disturb it.

A bonfire was lit casually, reflecting the faces of a monk and a ghost.

The monk was very focused on his work, and small objects assisted him in polishing the irregular bead in his hand.

The beads became smoother and smoother in his hands.

The bunch of white and green-grey Buddhist beads in his hand are all made of this material. They are said to be the stone fruits left after salvation, but in fact they are the immortal bones of demons and ghosts. It is not an exaggeration to call it the White Bone Bodhi.

The beads are not connected with silk threads, but with the power of Buddhist monks' scriptures.

They seem to be in a series but each one is independent.

Tushanjun did not bother the monk, he drank a few cups and felt refreshed. The old god was looking at the Black Mountain connected to the ancient temple.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

Most of the wine in the gourd is stock purchased in the monks' square market in the past.

Only spiritual wine can taste good, so I stocked up on it a lot.

In the past three years, it has been almost consumed.

You can no longer squander like you used to, you need to be more economical.

Since the last time when the magic seal method of the Rakshasa Void Clan's golden elixir was stolen, something almost happened, Tu Shanjun no longer trusts Wen Po that much.

He had quite a few spells in his hand, so he didn't use Wen Po on a large scale to obtain the incomplete spells of ghosts.

There are only a few ways to derive common ghosts. Tu Shanjun has already figured them all out at the end of his life, so there is no need to pick and choose.

On the contrary, he got the heretical technique of refining rampant soldiers and ghost generals from the Luo Jiao monks.

What's strange is that although they are clearly controlling ghosts, their basic technique is corpse refining, mixed with ghost techniques.

Tu Shanjun couldn't guess the reason because he didn't have much information.

In short, when I met such a leftist monk, I just happened to kill the Soul Flag to use up his magic power.

It's a pity that in the past half month, Monk Juefa has not had the slightest idea of ​​using the soul flag to collect the ghosts, and many lonely ghosts have been wasted.

Most of the complaints are there, otherwise Mr. Tushan would not have walked out of the Soul Banner in person today.

Even if he doesn't use other Jindan Yin Shen, if he wants to crush Juefa to death, it will be no different than crushing an ant to death.

However, it is obvious that a living monk is more useful than a dead monk, and due to his temperament, Tushanjun did not embarrass the monk Jue Fa.

…

Sensing the gaze, Tushanjun returned from his fugue.

Just like the ghost in green robe and cassock said, Juefa has indeed given birth to a good pair of skins.

His face is like a crown jade, his lips are red and his teeth are white.

If he hadn't become a monk, he wouldn't have known how many young girls he would have charmed, and even wealthy ladies would have been treated as honored guests.

However, Juefa's and Tushanjun's ideas were very different.

Not to mention that Tu Shanjun is inherently handsome, even with his different skin color, it does not destroy the indifferent divine power. On the contrary, it adds a bit of ferocity to his green-faced and fangs, just like the angry-eyed Vajra in the classics who displays magical powers.

Of course, the most surprising thing is his strength.

Juefa couldn't see the opponent's specific cultivation level at all, he just felt that he was extremely powerful and invincible.

Sitting quietly next to the black-robed ghost, the evil spirit emitted unconsciously by the other person seemed to have become some kind of ferocious and howling monster.

The mist turned into a black shadow, covering the sky behind him, and turned into a deep darkness that collapsed the surrounding light.

There is a feeling in my mind.

Based on my current level of cultivation, if I dared to look directly at him with my spiritual eyes, I would probably be blind for a while.

Similar to the soul banner, there is a male-female evil ghost that looks like a revered person.

Not to mention the other two golden elixir masters left.

Juefa clasped his hands together and sighed secretly.

When he saw the soul flag, he thought it was an ordinary magic weapon. Now it seems that his idea at that time was really wrong.

Even the magic weapon Zunhun Banner should not have so many powerful evil ghosts.

The red-haired Yin God in black robes before him put more pressure on him than the great master in the temple.

Tu Shanjun did not stay long and did not say anything to Juefafen. He seemed to just come out of the soul flag to have a drink and then go back carefree.

The darkness faded away, and the light of the campfire suddenly bloomed.

Awakening the Buddha's name in a low voice.

Then untie the beads wrapped around the palm.

Put the polished bead in it, and immediately started counting the beads while stroking them.

The monk counted very seriously.

With his foundation-building cultivation, with a single sweep of his spiritual consciousness, he could clearly identify even the vegetation and fireflies within a ten-mile radius, let alone the beads right in front of him.

…

dusk.

The rays of the setting sun gradually faded, scattering on the hillside beside the deserted path.

Where are the sweet grass and wives?

Large tracts of turf were removed, leaving only bare mud and sand.

There are still some trees left, and the bark, branches and leaves have long since disappeared, leaving only gray and bare stems, and the tooth marks on the bare stems are clearly visible.

The shadow of the walking figure is lengthened.

From a distance, it seems to have some dazzling luster, but when you get closer, you realize that it is a shining bald head.

…

The monk took off his gray robe, threw off his arms and dug a hole.

After a few shovels, a big pit appeared.

Not only the monks, but also many graceful figures with pale faces were using the shovels collected from the deserted villages, with no sign of any life left.

The flesh and blood and white bones that were cast into the memorial temple could not be distinguished for a long time, so they were buried and piled up into graves.

The black-robed Taoist said calmly: "You just helped them restrain their bodies and save their souls. If you throw them into this turbid world in the next life, it will be just as useless."

Although it is bland, it is like a fish bone with both soft and hard texture stuck in the throat.

"It's better to enter my soul banner and stand there for a few years."

"When I study the method and improve their cultivation level, it will also be regarded as enlightenment." Tushanjun walked to the tomb and lit the incense candle in his hand, holding his shoulders and hanging the gourd on his waist.

After getting along with him for a month, Juefa naturally got to know this black-robed senior.

However, he still explained in a serious manner: "Amitabha, senior's words are wrong."

"The suffering of reincarnation lies in karma. If you perform good karma, you will have good fruits; if you do bad karma, you will eat bad fruits."

"Therefore, those who are liberated from good deeds will perish from bad deeds. Those who are liberated will go to the Western Paradise, and those who perish will enter reincarnation again."

"Saving people does not mean directly pulling them out of the sea of ​​suffering. Those who can get out of the sea of ​​suffering can only practice self-cultivation."

The Taoist nodded, as if suddenly enlightened: "I understand, the Buddha will take away those who are kind, and the Buddha will not take away those who do evil."

"That's just right. Buddha doesn't want it, but I want it."

"Let's make a rule that all those with bad karma will enter my soul banner."

"Senior, this is true..."

"Um?"

"Like a robber."

"robber?"

"I am not a robber, I am a devil!"

…

After wandering around for half a month, Juefa still couldn't find the monster he was looking for.

After such a long time, Tu Shanjun also understood why Jue Fa was looking for demons and ghosts.

Replenish your own magical tools and practice your spiritual path at the same time.

Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. If you spend all day in temples chanting sutras, meditating, absorbing spiritual energy and improving your cultivation, you will always encounter bottlenecks, so you need to walk around the world, observe the ups and downs, and gain opportunities.
To be continued...