Mysterious World Tour

I reached the outer courtyard kitchen in the dark. Although there were many lanterns outside the Yandong Temple because of the princess, so it was not pitch dark, but the kitchen was a place where open flames were taboo, so I would not open them, not to mention that it was a dry season.

Carrying two buckets of water, Tan Mo returned to the monk's house and took the candle to shine.

Although the reflection in the water was blurry due to the dim light, Tan Mo could see the general idea.

He was as handsome as ever.

Apart from that, Tan Mo could not see anything else, and he was relieved immediately.

Just when he was asking Huo'er to shut up, he suddenly felt something was wrong behind him. He turned his head and saw a person who looked exactly like him, wearing a light gray monk's robe, looking at him with a pair of eyes with a strong chill.

That chill was extremely creepy, as if he wanted to kill him.

Tan Mo sighed in his heart. According to the time of Mahakala, it has not even been half a year, and that guy has appeared more than five times. Could it be that he comes out once a month?

But that made Tan Mo confirm a guess he had once had.

The evil ghost spirit root can indeed appear in Mahakala.

At the beginning, he accidentally left Mahakala and ran from the world of Jingzun to the world of Jia and Fashan. Especially, he had the divine foot ability and accompanied Jia for more than three years. But from the time he left to the time he returned to Mahakala, the evil ghost spirit root did not appear once, but the Three Lives Stone suddenly ran out to show its presence.

Then, as if it was transformed into a long-distance monitor, he heard the conversation between the little princess and the princess at that time.

"Namo Amitabha, I haven't seen you for many months, is everything okay?" Tan Mo said with a wooden face and folded his legs to greet him.

The evil ghost spirit root still stood still that time, and continued to look at him with that kind of strong cold eyes.

That made Tan Mo strange.

Didn't the evil ghost spirit follow him in the past, except for the rock-paper-scissors game? Why didn't it follow him that time?

At that time, the good feeling in Tan Mo's heart suddenly became stronger.

That made Tan Mo realize instantly that his good feeling was not because of his evil ghost spirit, and what the evil ghost spirit was looking at was not him.

Could it be that the master is coming?

Tan Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around, and then he saw a red figure floating by.

Tan Mo looked at it carefully, and suddenly a thought came to his mind-it's not as good as his master.

"Namo Amitabha, I meet you." Tan Mo greeted the woman he met for the second time.

The first time he met her, the woman asked him on behalf of her "friend" why he didn't use the painted skin often after getting it, and then she deliberately left a letter "If you have any request, please open it", to be more precise, the instruction manual for the painted skin.

Zi Zun's exquisite face slowly revealed a brilliant smile. She glanced at Tan Mo, and then looked at the evil ghost behind Tan Mo.

"Cut off all the sins, evil deeds and sufferings of my body, and put them all into my past life. Little monk, my origin is so great that it scared him a little." Zi Zun's smile remained, but for some reason, Tan Mo felt that her smile was a little stiff.

So the evil ghost's spirit root is the past body?

But his past is not...

Hearing this, Tan Mo had no expression on his face, but he was a little confused in his heart.

"Someone once said that I am the reincarnation of Buddha, but I don't know whether it is true or not." Pretending to be calm, Tan Mo spoke slowly.

"It should be true. Little monk, is the painted skin very useful?" Zi Zun suddenly asked.

Tan Mo thought about it and nodded.

The painted skin is indeed very useful, the best weapon to fool ghosts. Just wear the painted skin, even if it is a ghost, it will not think that he is a human. Besides, he can dress up as a ghost or someone else, as long as he looks like the ghost.

"Then the painted skin is completely given to me, and he will be related to him in the future. In addition, the little monk sent me another message. There is a person who wants to become a lord and come to my senior brother. He asked me to promise that he can make all the demons and ghosts of the upper level not to ask that person." Zi Zun's smile was still bright, but the expression in his eyes had become very serious.

"What does the donor want me to promise?" Tan Mo asked very cautiously. As for the person who wanted to become a lord and came to him and his senior brother, and the loophole in the woman's words, his senior brother had so many enemies, and it didn't matter if he had one more tiger-level lord. Anyway, a dead pig is afraid of boiling water.

As for the loophole in the woman's words, it really made people think deeply, but it was hard to say it out loud...

So it's better not to say it.

"If this little monk can restore his true body, please help him out of the sea of ​​suffering." Zi Zun suddenly turned around. Her exquisite face was still there, and her smile was still there, but at that moment, it was as if another person appeared in her body, and her face showed an extremely painful struggle.

In a moment, the struggle disappeared, and on that exquisite face, there was a smile that looked bright but was a little stiff.

"Okay, if I have that month, I will definitely help you escape from the sea of ​​suffering." Tan Mo agreed immediately. It was a promise that would be fulfilled in who knows how many years. He agreed to it first, maybe there would not be a day when he could restore his true body?

After all, the gods and Buddhas with names in the past died, and all of them were annihilated when the unknown and unpredictable things came, and the nameless gods and Buddhas who were lucky enough to escape could hide in the small worlds in the east of the storm and linger, and continue their lives with the lives of others.

Such behavior has already entered the evil path and is not worthy of the title of immortals and Buddhas.

In the Storm, there is the roasted demon land that is feared by immortals and Buddhas. It is said that it is the home of the unknown and silent things.

Then, the Broken Small World is in the east of the storm, and the roasted demon land is in the storm, so where is Mahakala?

Is it also in the east of the storm?

Is it a neighbor of the roasted demon land?

Tan Mo retracted his chaotic thoughts and looked at the man's back.

"Then, he would like to thank the little master first." Zi Zun turned around, she smiled and said: "From that moment on, little master, the painted skin is mine. It was originally taken out of my body. To be precise, it is returned to the original owner."

After she said that, Tan Mo felt that there was something more in his leg.

He had used it several times and was familiar with it. It was the painted skin with a box of rouge and powder stuffed inside.

Suddenly, the painted skin and the box of rouge and powder disappeared.

Tan Mo was startled, and then his whole body itched, which made him move, and then his body shape suddenly changed.

Dressed as a woman, it was the vest of "Yan Mingwu" that he used to fool those pitiful ghosts that month.

"Little monk, when did I dress up like that? It's very beautiful." Zi Zun looked at Tan Mo dressed up as a woman, with a look of great interest on his face.

"Yan Mingwu" and Tan Mo have no similarities, but the painted skin was made by Zi Zun. Even if she didn't see Tan Mo change, she could tell that it was Tan Mo.

Tan Mo didn't know what he had become, but he had made some judgments from the changes in the eyes of the person in front of him, and even went to the bucket to take a look.

It was a very unfamiliar girl, but Tan Mo had dressed up that face once, so he knew it very well.

"Is the Painted Skin a magical power?" Tan Mo turned red, and was very surprised.

"He combined the magical power of the five earthly evil spirits and the two heavenly spirits into one, and it became the unique art of painting ghosts and foxes. Originally, I could use the external objects in my body to perform it, and it was also appropriate to call it the Painted Skin, but now it is completely mine. I can perform it as I please, little monk, but please remember not to call the name of the magical power wrong."

"Is there any taboo?" Tan Mo asked carefully.

"If I call the wrong name, he will be very unhappy. I say, is it a taboo to make a dead person unhappy?" Zi Zun asked seriously.

Tan Mo: "..."

He was very careful about what would cause hidden dangers...

If you make a dead person unhappy, it is really a very dangerous thing! His sixth senior brother had offended a high-level demon ghost. Even though he relied on the Dharma name obtained by opportunism and was spared for two years, he could not escape death.

Thinking about it, Tan Mo thought of one thing again.

Sure enough, the more beautiful a woman is, the more she likes to lie, even if she is not a good person.

He remembered that when the woman met him for the first time, she claimed to be asking him for her "friend".

But in fact, the so-called "friend" was actually herself!

So, the two of them did not meet for the second time.

But the fourth time.

The first time, she gave him a painted skin, which was the so-called "mercy".

The second time, of course, she came to ask him why he didn't use the painted skin.

The third time, they met outside Mahakala. At that time, a high-level demon ghost who had entered Miss Su San's body was seeking death. He accidentally led the woman out, and instantly made the high-level demon ghost outside Miss Su San's body fly away.

In the eyes, it was the fourth time.

He actually met the most terrifying death of Mahakala four times, and Tan Mo didn't know if he could brag about it to others?

"Thank you, benefactor." Tan Mo put his legs together, restored his original body, and then hurriedly thanked.

The figure of the death had disappeared, and no one knew when she left, but her voice remained - the person who wanted to become a lord was called Liu Yunzi.

Tan Mo nodded slightly. It turned out that he was the petty old Taoist priest he met in the secluded Qinghe Village.

"Which spiritual world family did the old Taoist priest destroy?" Tan Mo couldn't help but feel a little curious. From what the death said, it was clear that Liu Yunzi had succeeded!

Tan Mo couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for the family that was removed from Liu Yunzi's list.

Then he thought of what his senior brother said.

If it weren't for the King of Unlucky, then someone like Liu Yunzi couldn't become a lord! The best thing is to be a lonely ghost and linger on.

"Will evil people be punished by evil people? It's better to be a good person. Well, I am a real good person." Tan Mo muttered with a wooden face, and turned around to see that the evil ghost spirit root looked at him strangely.

As if... disgusted?

Tan Mo was silent, then thought about it, and made a simple gesture with his legs, and said: "Donor, it's almost dawn, how about they hurry up?"

The evil ghost spirit root nodded in understanding.

Tan Mo quickly looked at the pattern in his field of vision.

A moment later, after two consecutive failures, the evil ghost spirit root, who was unwilling to come again, had to leave again with three consecutive defeats.

At that time, Tan Mo saw clearly how he came out.

It turned out that he crawled out of another bucket.

"Namo Amitabha!" Tan Mo put his legs together, chanted the Buddha's name, sent him away, and then looked around.

Where did Huo'er go?

After thinking about it, he thought of Yong Xuan who controlled Huo'er.

Suddenly, he felt that Huo'er was in the back mountain.

"Why did you go to the back mountain?" Tan Mo was very surprised, and what made him even more surprised was that something seemed to be competing with him for the control of Huo'er.

Huo'er was powerless to resist him, so who was it?

His master?

After thinking for a while, Tan Mo couldn't think of anything else. Seeing Huo'er in trouble, he took a step forward.

His figure blurred instantly, leaving a silhouette at the original place.

The back mountain of Lotus Temple.

Tan Mo appeared out of thin air, and then immediately saw Huo'er lying on the ground. After observing for a while, he found that there was no one nearby, so he breathed a sigh of relief, hurried to Huo'er, and picked her up.

After concentrating, Tan Mo couldn't see any problem. Huo'er was exactly the same as usual, except that she was unconscious.

"Is there something taking over Huo'er?"

Tan Mo was surprised.

At that time, a slightly hoarse old voice suddenly appeared in his ear: "Use the Wanhua Demon Sutra to save her life."

Tan Mo was startled, and then he immediately reacted. His master was telling him to shut up.

With a groan, Tan Mo threw Huo'er into his sleeve and ran away.

The Divine Foot Pass was used, and Tan Mo disappeared instantly.

…

In the underground cave, the great monk who was repairing the seal had an extremely complicated expression on his face.

My own seal is very difficult to repair by myself. It feels like being sold to help others count money, and I don't know it!

"The Divine Foot Pass, the favor of heaven is really despised. Even the magical power that no Buddhist can cultivate can reappear in the world." The great monk shook his head and sighed, and then continued to repair the seal.

What invaded Huo'er's body was that little bit of true spirit.

Da Moseng had never expected that the true spirit could actually "pretend to be dead" and run away with him when he left to deliver the scriptures to Tan Mo.

When he found the true spirit, it had already drilled into a small human body with the appearance of a bodhisattva, and competed with the true spirit of the small man for the control of the soul.

Da Moseng also recognized at that time that the small man with the appearance of a bodhisattva was the "flower spirit" that escaped that month.

As the saying goes, enemies meet on a narrow road, Da Moseng certainly chose not to save them.

Moreover, he has lost the Wanhua Magic Scripture now, and he can't save them. At most, he can help suppress them and let the "flower spirit" wake up for a while.

Although the true spirit is weak, it does involve the soul after all.

Da Moseng had never stepped into the unpredictable realm before, so he didn't know much about the true spirits of immortals and Buddhas.

Thank you for not only courage and rewards from the fence, thank you~