Nightmare Attack

"How can Master be sure that I am the predestined person whom the abbot is waiting for?" Jiang Cheng looked up and down the blind old monk with some concerns, "My Buddha's root is shallow, and as far as I know, there are not only two brothers in the temple. Some pilgrims."

The old monk chanted a Buddha's name, "Amitabha, the donor is too humble, how can a person with shallow Buddha roots and wisdom pass through that lost forest."

Looking in the direction indicated by the old monk's hand holding the rosary, it was the grove that he passed through just now. "Lost forest..." Jiang Cheng frowned slightly.

"Exactly." The old monk looked solemn, "This forest was built by the abbot brother, and it is based on the Galomithi in the Buddhist scriptures. Ordinary people can't pass through it, they will just get lost in it, even if the monks of this temple pass through It also needs poor monks to go to pick them up."

"Amitabha, I also hope that the donor will put the world's common people first, so don't refuse."

Having said all this, Fatty Jiangcheng couldn't shirk it, and Jiangcheng also wanted to see what the inside of the Sutra Pavilion looked like during the day, as well as the mysterious abbot.

"Then respect is worse than obedience."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Cheng was about to push open the closed wooden door, but in the next second, a withered hand stopped him.

"Don't be in a hurry, the poor monk has one more thing to explain."

The old monk clasped his hands together, his face was strangely gray and white. It was noon at this moment, but standing beside the old monk, even the sun shone on his body and lost his warmth, "Brother abbot, there are a few other brothers who are currently in confinement Guan, you can't see the benefactor, and you can't be seen by the benefactor, otherwise you may be backlashed by the secret scriptures blessed on Huicong, so... I am afraid that you will wrong the benefactor."

Looking at the old monk's gloomy eyes, Jiang Cheng suddenly had an ominous premonition. He took two steps back and stared at the old monk vigilantly. The words of the abbot last night were still in his ears, "What do you mean? You Want to scrap our pair of tricks?"

"Amitabha, the benefactor is too worried. The poor monk just hopes that the benefactor will follow the rules set by the abbot when he enters the Sutra Pavilion." The old monk's words are full of humility. In the pavilion, when discussing scriptures and Dharma with the senior abbot, please don’t turn your head back.”

This remark made Jiangcheng nervous again. It is a taboo to enter Buddhism. He had heard such a saying that some remote villages in the north have such a rule all year round. The oldest woman brought them to the temple to offer incense. It is rumored that those evil spirits disguised as adults cannot face the gaze of the Buddha statue directly, so these things must turn their backs when they step into the threshold of the main hall, and step on the threshold to enter the hall backwards.

However, the old monk obviously didn't intend to explain too much to Jiang Cheng. After speaking, he took out two black cloth belts from the cuffs of his monk's uniform, and skillfully covered the eyes of Jiang Cheng and the fat man.

With a "creak" sound, the wooden door of the Sutra Pavilion opened.

"Amitabha, two benefactors, please."

This time Jiang Cheng was careful and grabbed the fat man's arm before his eyes were covered.

The two retreated into the scripture-repository pavilion. Although their eyes were covered, they could still feel a little light. There should be lighting objects such as lit candles in the scripture-repository pavilion.

As Jiang Cheng stood still, an old voice suddenly sounded behind him, "Amitabha, benefactor, you are finally here."

The moment the voice sounded, Jiang Cheng's arm holding onto the fat man also tightened. He was familiar with this voice, it was the abbot in the darkness last night!

"Do you remember what happened last night?" Jiang Cheng was a little surprised. After all, judging from Hui De Huiming's performance, there is a barrier between the memory of night and day, or they are completely in two senses.

"Hehe, all kinds of delusional thoughts enter the heart through the eyes. The poor monk has no roots of afflictions, so he is naturally not disturbed by delusional thoughts. It's a pity that the poor monk has only cultivated the minimal Dharma, which is not enough to save my disciple."

"Amitabha."

"Amitabha."

"Amitabha."

…

Almost at the same time, several Buddha's horns suddenly sounded in the empty building. It was a different sound. There were at least a few old monks in this building.

Presumably these people are the senior brothers mentioned by the abbot.

Jiang Cheng asked tentatively: "Master, what do you mean, if I want to break through my delusions, I must self-mutilate my eyes?"

"No." The abbot's voice came faintly, mixed with the crisp sound of knocking on the wooden fish.

"The eyes of the benefactor are received from the parents of heaven and earth, and must not be damaged. The meaning of the poor monk is the illusory eyes of the benefactor. Having such eyes will make the benefactor fall into a state of illusion and increase delusions."

Now Jiang Cheng understands a little bit, "The master means that it is true during the day and false at night. I don't need to destroy my real eyes during the day, but I want to destroy my eyes at night, so that I can't see the false at night. , thus escaping from the realm of illusion.”

"Amitabha, the benefactor is wise." The abbot's voice was as reassuring as ever, "Last night, the benefactor was blinded by illusions, so he mistook those illusions for the people around him."

Jiang Cheng understood what the abbot meant. He was referring to the maid ghost who pretended to be a fat man last night.

"Master, how long will the seal between you and the eminent monks last?"

"Two days at most."

Jiang Cheng, whose eyes were covered by a black cloth, nodded slowly, "Then what do I need to do tonight?"

"The poor monk knows the concerns of the benefactor, and the benefactor does not fully trust the poor monk, but tonight is very important, and I hope the benefactor will put the overall situation first."

"Listen, almsgiver. Tonight, the poor monk and all the brothers and sisters will do their best to promote the secret sutra of sealing the magic of Jialan. My brothers and sisters will work together to awaken the monks in the realm of illusion, but how many people are awakened, and who is awakened? The poor monk can't be sure, what the benefactor needs to do is to help the awakened people get out of the delusional state, the more people the benefactor saves, the stronger the kindness in Huicong's heart, and the more sure we will succeed in the end."

"Remember, regardless of success or failure, the benefactor must come to the Sutra Pavilion to tell the poor monk. By then, the benefactor will naturally know what is true and what is false."

There is no unnecessary nonsense, the abbot let Jiang Cheng and the two leave after saying this.

Jiang Cheng held the fat man ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ with the other hand in his pocket, grabbing the phone, secretly turned on the camera function, and recorded video behind him through the hole in the pocket.

"Amitabha."

"Amitabha."

"Amitabha."

…

After the abbot finished speaking, the almost unanimous sound of worshiping Buddha continued to ring in the building.

But what the two of Jiang Cheng didn't know was that after they left, the speed of these extremely devout salutations to Buddha became faster and faster, and the rhythm became more and more weird, and finally they even joined together without distinguishing each other.

Just when the weird sound of worshiping Buddha was about to reach its peak, a strange and cold voice suddenly exploded, instantly sweeping away the Sanskrit sound.

"Immeasurable... Celestial Venerable!"

Some people died, but not completely dead...