Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Thousand Buddha Temple.

The Fa meeting was on the spot.

The flowers bloom with brocade, and the fire is full of oil.

The colorful flags are connected with the long streamers, and the gorgeous monk robe is lined with the colorful ornaments and luxuriant flowers. Sandalwood lingers, Buddha sings curls.

On the stage, all the eminent monks have a lot of flowers. After you sing, I will appear on the stage. After finishing "Srangama", I will sing "Fahua" again.

Under the Dharma platform, there was a crowd of people who came from all directions and gathered here. Some people came early and grabbed one of the few futons; some were ingenious and brought a small stool Mazar; but most people just sat on the floor.

Nevertheless, it does not hinder the enthusiasm of the believers. In the crowd, you can often see, someone shakes their heads and tails, and is intoxicated; someone beats their chest and cries loudly; someone listens to the ground, tears streaming down their faces...the emotions are so ups and downs, I really don’t know why So?

On both sides of the crowd, close to the Dharma platform, two high platforms were also erected. Seats were set up on the high platform, tea and snacks were prepared, and there were all powerful people sitting there. Hearing that the dignitaries would not lose their share as the grass-minded people below, they would have melon and fruit snacks, and when they heard the subtleties, they summoned the monk who was entourage next to them and took out the real money.

Look at it!

It was so lively until the afternoon.

The sunlight is just right, accompanied by the coolness of autumn, making people drowsy.

Adults would care about the majesty of the Buddha, but children can't think of so much.

The 囡囡 was leaning against her grandfather, her upper and lower eyelids were fighting in joy, and many thoughts flashed through her little head in a trance. For example, the porridge distributed by the monk in the morning is really delicious. What are those red ones? Fortunately, it is sweet; the monk's silk cloth is so beautiful, if only I had a head rope; the monk on the stage has a really loud voice, how far away is it, why is the voice still in the ears?

It's a pity that no matter how loud the voice is, the little guy can't understand it, and it's all a lullaby.

I was drowsy, and suddenly, a pair of monk shoes broke into my eyes.

The girl quietly pursed her mouth, knowing without looking up that the monk holding the big box is asking for money again, and she has been back and forth seven or eight times since the morning till now.

Grandpa drew out the copper coin to make a ding-dong sound, but he didn't dare to look up at the monk's face, for fear of bumping into him. The girl was bold enough and glanced quietly.

Hey?

She glared round her big eyes.

"road……"

Shhh.

The monk put his finger in front of his lips, smiled and made a silent gesture.

"when."

A string of loud gongs and drums.

The stage was temporarily closed, the curtains on both sides burst open, and a sweet smell filled the field. Everyone was hooked by the fragrance to roll their throats. They all turned their gazes, and there was only a car carrying a rice bucket. , An endless stream of people entered the venue.

I don't know who shouted.

"Porridge!"

The crowd immediately boiled, and even if the officers and soldiers from the periphery entered the arena, they could not stop the turbulent situation.

And at this messy moment, who would notice that a certain monk disappeared silently?

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Bai Lian Zuo Shi Xiang Jisheng shook the gruel in the bowl, white as jade and red as blood. He used porridge instead of wine, and offered a bowl of respect to Chen Zhiji on the opposite high platform. He glanced at the turbulent crowd under the high platform, and there was a slight sneer at the corner of his mouth.

In the eyes of others, the high platform may be just a brief riot caused by believers fighting for porridge. In his eyes, it was a certain team of soldiers occupying a certain corner; a certain group of people were "helplessly" squeezed away; some people "accidentally" gathered... Among them were traffickers, pawns, carefree people, and honest friends. Farmers in, there are males and females, old and young... but they all have one common feature, that is, they pay attention to the left envoy on the high platform from time to time, or they pay attention to the bottle that Xiang Jisheng has never moved. The... wine glass.

at the same time.

Not far from the venue, under the cover of bushes and grasses, someone also looked at the variety in the venue.

It was a few Taoist priests, the head of which had three long beards and looked solemn. Behind the Taoist priest, there is an altar. Although the flags are long and low, the jade plates, incense pots, talismans, incense candles... are all available, and there is a bronze seal on which you can see "Zheng Yiwei The words "Union".

There is also an army general leading a team of fine warriors watching the surroundings.

The general was five big and three thick, but he was a little nervous on his face.

"Dao Master, is this location too close?"

He was ordered to cover the Taoist priests of Dragon Tiger Mountain and protect the law in front of the altar at the same time. Naturally, he felt that the farther the altar was from this venue, the better. But these Taoist priests are very bold, and the hiding place is only a hundred steps away. If the altar is set up later, won't they be spotted by the demon of the White Lotus Sect immediately?

But the Taoist stroked his long beard and smiled and said: "The general doesn't know it. This altar is just like a crossbow firing a gun in the army. It just has to get close, and it will be strong enough!"

The general didn't know how to refute, he just scratched his head.

Upon seeing this, the Taoist smiled and said, "If the general is fine, it is better to build a shed for yourself."

"Huh?" He looked up blankly, the sun in the sky was warm and cloudless.

The Taoist probing hand grabbed a hand from the wind, brushed the tip of his nose, but said:

"The storm is coming..."

No matter, I ignored the surprised generals, and only turned his head to look at the Fa venue, his eyes faint.

"Just to start the altar!"

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"Weird."

At the time of Hua Motu, Li Changan has changed back to his usual Taoist dress, but there is a long and simple wooden box behind it, which is naturally a sword embryo bequeathed by Yan Xinglie.

"Om Mani Padme Hum..." The monk's chanting sounded like earwax, still unable to dissipate.

He raised his hand and knocked his head, rather helpless.

"How can the monks of the Thousand Buddha Temple chant the scriptures in the same way as those modern divine songs?

The Taoist tossed a few times and had no choice but to let it go, probably because there was a bigger weirdness in front of him that needed his attention.

It stands to reason that the Saint White Lotus was escorted into the Demon Cavern, and this cave must also become the center of the vortex of the struggle between the two forces of Zhenfusi and the Bailian Sect. Even if the two sides have reached a tacit understanding, there must be heavy guards and steps before the Demon Cavern. Fortify, but...

Li Changan looked around and saw no one in the empty, only the old cable bridge crunching in the wind.

Lao Tzu bothered to dress up in Baal, could it be that Chengdu was glaring at the blind to show it, doing all this useless work?

There is no doubt that there must be changes that he does not know.

For a time, Li Changan hesitated.

At this time, the evening breeze rushed towards his face with dampness and coldness, and the Taoist priest looked up, and the setting sun outlined the cloud overgrowth on the horizon and outlined a ring of Phnom Penh.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

never mind.

It's all here.

No longer delay, turned and plunged into the cave.

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Unitary time.

The long wind brought rain clouds, and the darkness suppressed half of the sky.

The sky is dim, and the setting sun falls to the west.

The Fa conference is also coming to an end.

On the Dharma stage, the last show was finally staged, and the freshly-baked "flesh Buddhas" appeared on the stage. Amidst the curly Buddha singing, lotus flowers all over the sky fell to the ground one after another.

Under the Dharma stage, there was a little noise in the prayers and prayers.

"How is the number of golden Buddhas today different from yesterday?"

Unfortunately, the envoy to the left on the high platform didn't care about this sound. Under the gaze of not knowing how many gazes in the light and in the dark, he sneered and threw the wine glass in his hand.

At the same time.

The Taoist priests of Longhushan, who had been closing their eyes and rested, suddenly shot (harmoniously) light, and then grew up. Waving flags, floating dust, and magic swords, offering long banners, talismans, and gods, stepping through the sky, and stepping on the Kui fight.

"The Great Sage Yangqi Xuantian, the northern Rengui to the spiritual god..."

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In the magic cave.

When I first entered, the opening was quite narrow.

Gradually deepen, there will be a sense of sudden enlightenment. Even the light of the torch in his hand spreads out, and it can't reflect the boundary, which makes people wonder whether this cave has hollowed out the entire mountain belly.

Just like the cave is unattended outside, the cave is also unattended.

When Li Changan wandered, apart from the hissing wind, there was only the echo of his own footsteps. He raised the torch and looked around. In the cages separated by iron bars, occasionally the human figure tightly wrapped in vines wriggled slightly.

He walked forward for a while, then stood still.

At the end of the front firelight, the cave was suddenly closed, as if a door frame had been placed out of thin air, and some dim light was still coming out of the door.

Presumably the three-body Buddha is ahead.

He guessed so.

So far, everything has gone smoothly, until Li Changan couldn't help holding the hilt of the sword tightly around his waist, showing a grim face.

Everything around him conformed to his imagination of a cave.

What I saw before my eyes was an ordinary darkness and gloomy, what I heard in my ears was an ordinary void and silence, and even what I smelled in my nose was the moist and dullness in the air of an ordinary cave.

It's too normal, except for no one to guard, it's almost normal to invulnerability.

But why...

Behind the sword box began to beep? !

For no reason, Li Chang'an suddenly felt a tingling of hairs on his face and his face numb.

He looked at his surroundings vigilantly, it was as always empty and cold, and there was no abnormality, only the sword embryo buzzing behind his back was very good, and he almost wanted to break out of the box.

what happened? ! Where is the problem? ! where? !

Li Changan had a great alarm in his heart, but he couldn't find out where the danger came from. He gritted his teeth and planned to release the flying sword.

He can't find a source of danger, the sword can always be!

Just at this time.

"Boom!"

The vigorous bells came from nowhere, washing through the wall of the cave in the cave.

The sound of the bell shook the vision in front of the Taoist priest's eyes.

He immediately felt that the world was like melted oil paint, and it suddenly became blurred. The lingering sound of chanting that had been lingering in my head also suddenly disappeared.

At the same time.

A strong **** foul smell rushed into the nose.