Qin Liuxi looked at the old monk sitting in front of the oil lamp in amazement. His appearance was almost exactly the same as Zhicheng who was drinking and eating meat outside.

But the one in front of him seemed very old and vicissitudes. The other party sat on the hay, with a thin quilt folded behind him. He was slapped his back and coughed from time to time. Moreover, he had merits but karma, which was very contradictory.

There are three or four monks around the old monk, who are also plagued by karma and karma. It is not a fate, but it is a fate.

Everyone looked listless, their clothes were worn out, wrinkled, their hands were dry and cracked, their nails were black, and they were covered with dirty dirt.

Qin Liuxi looked at a large bamboo basket in front of the shack, which contained some earthy mud. Next to the shack was a mud house with rows of racks containing pinched and painted statues of evil Buddhas.

Qin Liuxi narrowed his eyes, so these Buddha statues were pinched by the monks in front of him?

Is this how their karma comes from?

The old monk seemed to feel something, raised his head and looked towards Qin Liuxi, and said, "But is a master here?"

His turbid old eyes rose up and prayed. Is the Buddha's guidance the moment? Is there a great good person who will save them from suffering? Is it the person who hides in the dark?

Several monks were a little puzzled and looked at him along his sight, but they didn't see anything. They felt a little heavy in their hearts. Is the host sick and illusion?

The old monk was very excited and supported his hands on the ground and moved a few steps.

Yes, move.

Qin Liuxi's pupils shrank, and the invisibility talisman was removed, revealing his body.

Except for the old monk, the rest of the people gasped.

Is this a human or a ghost?

"Master." The old monk saw Qin Liuxi's appearance and the golden light of merit in his body. His heart strings that had been tense have completely relaxed, and tears fell down. He was the great charity who saved the suffering and the suffering.

"Old host." The monks around them persuaded them, but they didn't stand up and moved over with their feet.

Qin Liuxi's eyes were sharp and she walked forward. Her tall and thin figure entered the shack. A long shadow appeared under the light of the oil lamp. She glanced at the old monk's robe and squatted down: "Are you Master Zhicheng?"

The old monk was stunned for a moment and nodded: "I am a monk named Zhicheng, and I have met a master."

"Stop calling me a master. I am a disciple of Qingpingguan, and I don't ask for the Taoist name." Qin Liuxi looked at his legs: "Your legs?"

Master Zhicheng's hand shook, lifted up the monk's robe, exposed his legs, and his knees in his pants were empty, obviously gone.

Qin Liu pursed his lips and looked at several monks again. Everyone lifted up the monk's robe, and his trousers were either long or short, and they were all broken.

laugh.

A cluster of flames ignited in her eyes, which was anger.

Qin Liuxi forced himself to suppress the inner anger and said, "Is it the Zhicheng from outside who did it?"

Zhichengdao: "Yes."

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

A monk went outside to pick up the broken clay pot, took two pottery bowls, poured two bowls of water, one bowl for Qin Liuxi, and one bowl for the old monk.

It is said that the Namo Temple was asked by Zhicheng and the rich old lady of the businessman. It is true. He personally supervised and built the Namo Temple in the village, and began to welcome pilgrims to offer sacrifices to the Buddha and accept disciples.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. A vicious disciple came to Nanwu Temple to hold a list, with the Dharma name Huiquan. He looked 80% similar to Zhicheng, very intelligent, and had a very talented understanding of Buddhism. Because of his appearance, Zhicheng accepted him as his direct disciple.

Zhicheng came here to preach the Buddha. As soon as the direct disciples were collected, the other party was diligent and intelligent. He focused on opening the altar to preach, and the affairs of all kinds of the temple were handed over to Huiquan. In recent years, several disciples came to convert, and these disciples only followed Huiquan's horse.

This year, Huiquan didn't know where to find a Buddha statue, called the Holy Buddha, and it was to be offered to the side hall and worshipped by the believers.

However, Zhicheng had never heard of the Buddha's saint, and saw that the Buddha statue had an indescribable evil spirit, so he naturally did not want to do so, but Huiquan refused to listen. In June, he insisted on putting the Holy Buddha in the side hall, not saying that, but he tried his best to praise the effectiveness of the Holy Buddha to the pilgrims, and even pinched many small Buddha statues and placed them in it, asking the pilgrims to ask them to leave to worship.

Zhicheng was very dissatisfied, but before he could deal with Huiquan, the other party first drugged him and a few monks who were not bewitched by him, and then moved them to the valley to imprison him.

It was also here that Zhicheng realized that the other party was controlling the temple and had already secretly visited Chencang. He used the excuse of repairing the side hall and built a secret passage there and the valley.

After imprisoning them, Huiquan transformed himself into him.

"I'm imprisoning you here to pinch the evil Buddha statue?" Qin Liuxi looked at the basket of soil in disgust: "Where are the soils used?"

Zhicheng said: "I don't know if you see a corpse pit when you come here? You use the soil there, which hides the yin and evil spirits. After being worshipped by pilgrims for a long time, you will naturally be affected by the yin energy and the heart will be filled with the anger. If you are implicated, you can do anything, including self-sacrifice."

He said, looking at his dirty hands, and said, "And I have touched these sins with my own hands, and I can't repay them even if I die."

The young monk said angrily: "Host, if Huiquan had not been forced by those people, you would not have been willing to join forces with him."

He looked at the wooden house far away, his eyes showing pity and sadness.

"That's right, Huiquan's evil thief even broke our legs in order to avoid us from escaping." Another man touched his empty broken legs and bit his gums and said, "He will go to hell."

"No wonder I see that they are clean and have no karma. It turns out that you are all responsible for it." Qin Liuxi sarcastically said.

"These Buddha statues are evil and enchanting. If there is something wrong with pilgrims, they will naturally bear it. Because they are pinched out of our hands, they have not touched anything and only offered to the Buddhas outside, so they will naturally be clean."

Qin Liuxi asked again: "Where did the corpse in the corpse pit in front come from?"

"Some are those who dig secret passages, some are those who have been captured and died, and some are found from charity houses or mass graves and thrown there."

Qin Liuxi asked in surprise: "Why should I use the body to fill the pit from another place?"

"One is to nourish yin earth and corpse insects, and the other is to refine yin evil land. Those saint Buddha statues will take them there for a while in order to have a heavier yin energy." Zhicheng closed his eyes slightly, his old face feeling a little unbearable and helpless.

Qin Liuxi's face turned green. What kind of evil valley is this? What is the evil cultivator behind it?

"What did the women who were captured do? It was also done by Zhicheng and the others?"

Just as Zhicheng was about to reply, a shrill scream and cry for help came from the wooden house on the mountain.
Chapter completed!