Magic card gods

The dim lanterns were extinguished, and the moonlight appeared instead.

The frosty white and cold moonlight poured in through the broken door grilles and windows, which made the dilapidated hall much brighter.

Wei Yuan, Chicken Legs, and Erha leaned on the door frame, and carefully looked at the old monk who was sitting in front of the Bodhisattva statue and chanting sutras with their heads exposed.

The old monk hunched his shoulders, his head drooped, his body shrank without a trace of swaying. I saw his lips move slightly, but he didn't see a slight heave in his chest... Under the moonlight, he looked like a decayed mummy.

Chicken Leg whispered: "Is this old monk dead long ago? I noticed it just now. You know, I can manipulate corpses to a certain extent, but I have never used it. This old monk has the feeling of a corpse, But I can't control it. There is a magical power in this corpse that I can't understand, maybe this is Buddhism?"

Wei Yuan nodded: "Dead. And it seems that he has been dead for at least a year or two. Look at the dust in this hall, and look at the rotten rice in this rice jar. The bed No one has touched it for at least a year and a half."

At this time, Wei Yuan and Chicken Legs discovered under the moonlight that there was already a thick layer of dust on the floor of the hall. But apart from the circle around the futon and the footprints of his party entering the house, there was no trace of it.

It looked as if the old monk had been sitting on the futon for a long time without moving.

Wait, why are there only footprints of myself and Erha?

It's normal for the chicken legs to lie on their bamboo sticks without footprints, but what about the old monk's footprints?

Then who opened the door for him and led him into the back room just now? Or what?

"Damn! If we had known, we might as well find a tree outside and sleep." Wei Yuan felt a little regretful.

Chicken legs said: "Then what should we do? How about we sneak away? It's still too late to sleep in the tree!"

Wei Yuan thought about it seriously for several seconds, and finally shook his head.

If he followed his previous style, it would be better to have one more thing than one less thing, and to meddle less and live longer.

But the current situation is that I have to consider my identity in this fantasy world.

I am the first and only successor of my Dharma. The cheap master let me go out to travel in order to perfect my Dharma, practice my Dharma, and realize my Dharma.

As long as Wei Yuan cultivates my Dharma and achieves it, then my Dharma is considered accomplished. Even if the mad monk is in his own lineage, in this era of receding spiritual qi, he has blazed a different path, a rugged path that can be walked.

In this situation, can Wei Yuan retreat?

I'm afraid this kind of thing will get worse if you just back down, and in the end, you will have to follow those nine ghost brothers! You can only be tough!

"Take the initiative to overcome the three poisons and eight sufferings! You have to accumulate the Wisdom of Enlightenment! Anyway, just take a look. Look at this, this old monk doesn't look like a sweeping monk..."

Wei Yuan stepped out boldly, with the Zen stick behind him, ready to move at any time.

He came to the old monk, squatted down, put his palms together: "Ami, my Buddha~ old abbot, it's so late, why don't you go to sleep!"

For a long time, the old monk opened his eyes slightly as if he had woken up, and his lips moved slightly: "Old Monk, I still...recite scriptures!"

Look closely, Wei Yuan has already confirmed that the old monk has been dead for a long time.

Wei Yuan had seen hundreds of various undead in the large cemetery, so naturally he would not mistakenly admit that they were dead or alive.

At this time, the old monk had no breathing, pulse, or blood surge, other than being able to move, he was a dry corpse.

Could it be a scam? Or haunted?

Wei Yuan felt that it was not that simple. The old monk opened the door for himself and others just now, leaving no trace at all. At this time, there was no corpse, ghost, or hostility on his body. It seemed that he had been dead for at least a year and a half. , but the state seems to be still at the moment of dying. In a special state of being half dead!

Ordinary people die as soon as they die. There are so many situations.

And this old monk must have been successful in cultivation, so he was able to present this special state. It's like those monks who have achieved a certain degree of cultivation will leave a body Buddha after death, or leave a relic after cremation.

It's just that the Taoism of this world is manifested, so the effect of cultivation is more significant. Such as the current state.

However, this state of affairs is absolutely wrong.

For death is death, and life is life. Even in other religions, there is a clear distinction between life and death, and there are at most reincarnation or resurrection.

This half-dead state is definitely going the wrong way.

Could it be that the old monk had gone wrong in his practice, so that he could not rest in peace even after death?

Wei Yuan tried to ask: "Why does the old abbot recite scriptures?"

The old monk's eyes brightened up a bit: "In order to escape. The only way is to chant sutras..." He closed his eyes and began to chant sutras.

Wei Yuan seemed to understand a little bit.

The old monk may have achieved something during his lifetime, but because the mundane practice began to decline, he could not obtain the corresponding fruit status and no achievement.

This is equivalent to working hard to move bricks on the construction site for a year, but when it is time to pay wages, you find that the boss's family has already transferred assets and left the country!

The old monk practiced hard all his life, and what he obtained was this fruit. Now that he didn't get what he should have, he couldn't pass this hurdle.

Because of the success in practice, it can resist death. There is an obsession in my heart that will never die, but now I don't have much sanity due to wasting, but I still remember to chant sutras, hoping that chant sutras can make me transcend reincarnation and not enter the underworld.

"Obsession! Obsession! Obsession with chanting sutras..." This old monk is the one who has fallen into the three poisons, ignorance, hatred, and greed.

The so-called ignorance is ignorance. All afflictions arise from delusion.

But can the old monk be blamed for this?

It's like the worker who moved abroad for a year and couldn't think of climbing up on the tower crane for a while. The biggest mistake in this kind of thing must be the boss who ran away there!

However, at this time, the Western Heaven has collapsed, the paradise no longer exists, and the cultivation has no results, so what else can I do?

The old monk continued to wear away like this, and after another year or so, he would lose all spirituality, and finally his soul would fly away. The result was desolate and ruthless!

You can't do it with hands, the first is that Wei Yuan doesn't want to do it with this poor old monk.

Second, the old monk is estimated to have reached the standard of arhat status before his death, at least he is also an elite or leader unit at the peak of the third rank. Now he is in a strange state, and he may not know how fierce it is!

Now this state is harmless to humans and animals, but if you do it yourself, it's not necessarily the case.

It is not advisable to use the Zen stick (physical) to supersede!

That's all, I always have to give it a try when I encounter it, and I don't feel happy to stand by and watch.

Wei Yuan whispered: "Old abbot, you are already dead."

The old monk opened his eyes, nodded for a long time in a daze, "Yes, the old monk is dead, and he has been dead for more than a year." After finishing speaking, he continued to chant sutras.

When the old monk is sober, he can remember that he is dead, but he can't let go, even if he knows the hope is slim, he still has to recite scriptures and practice. And more often it is in an unconscious state, like a walking dead.

As time goes on, the waking time will be less and less, and the unconscious state will be longer and longer, and finally the soul will disappear, leaving only a corpse. And this corpse is probably also a serious problem!

Wei Yuan asked again: "Since old abbot, you know your state, why don't you let it go and enter reincarnation?"

The old monk's dim eyes were full of indescribable emotions: "Because I can't let go. Although I also know that the matter has come to this point, I should let go of everything and go into reincarnation, but the result of a hundred years of practice is actually such a result. I understand but Can't let go."

"I know that I have gone astray now, but I can't help myself. In the end, my soul will be scattered, and my skin will be a disaster for the world. But I can't help it, I can't control it. I can last three months at most, please be sure, little master The Mercy Guanyin Temple must be sealed off, lest the old monk's soul be dissipated in the heaven and earth, but his skin will continue to do evil."

Wei Yuan felt a little uncomfortable, the old monk was not a bad person, he might even do good deeds all his life, sweeping the floor might hurt the lives of ants, and cherish the moth gauze lamp. In the end it ended up like this. What kind of world is this?

Wei Yuan asked earnestly: "Old abbot, may I do something for you?"

The old abbot smiled and shook his head, "...If possible, please ask the little master to recite the mantra of passing away for me."

Although the old monk was still shriveled at this time, he looked compassionate and dignified. It's just that this state only lasted for a short time, and before Wei Yuan could answer, his eyes became cloudy again, and he began to close his eyes and chant sutras regardless.

Wei Yuan looked at the old monk sitting on the futon like a piece of dead wood and meditating on scriptures, feeling very embarrassed.

Wei Yuan: It's not a problem to recite the Mantra of Rebirth, the problem is that I can't recite it!

Wei Yuan is a bit regretful now, why didn't he learn some business in the temple back then, so now when he reads the scriptures, he hates less.

It's just that what I practice is my Dharma, and those old scriptures may not be useful again if I recite them by myself! No, it is absolutely useless!

Wei Yuan thought about it, and always felt that it would be a shame not to do anything.

"Come on, let's take it as the cost of this night's accommodation! I think it's..."