Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"The temple is accomplished, and the relief will be completed. The master of the veterinary school is pious and burns incense and worships."

Big B's mother and brother took the grass fragrance handed by a dressed monk with both hands, and inserted it into the incense burner with tears in their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the monk grabbed a handful of paper money and threw it in the air, singing with lyrics in his mouth:

"There are all people who come to the altar and all raise the holy name~~

The sea of ​​suffering is surging and evil is self-conceived, and it is charming and unconscious. People in the world do not recite Amitabha, and they will go on the world in vain.

Looking closely at the mountains, listening carefully to the silent water, the flowers are still there when spring passes, and people are not surprised when birds come.

In August, the geese fly south with a roar and a sad voice. The geese will come back a day, and the dead souls will not return~~”

When Wang Xuebin came with the incense burner and the money for the incense talisman, he saw this scene!

"Hey, Brother Bin, is this a Buddhist monk? Are you here with me?"

Hearing this, looking at the magic weapon without any mysterious light, Wang Xuebin shook his head helplessly.

"I can't think of my peers. This person should have said that crosstalk is not profitable and has changed his career and crossed the border!"

"Crossing Talk? What kind of magic genre is it? Buddhist?"

When Weizai heard Wang Xuebin's words, she didn't understand what it meant.

"Crossing talk...is similar to Dong Duxiao, an art form in the north, not a magic genre!"

After hearing this explanation, Forensic Chen was extremely surprised. Looking at the decent altar, he asked curiously:

"Dong Dui Xiao? Can funny artists do salvation?"

Wang Xuebin smacked his lips when he heard this, shook his head and said:

"This thing is... I'm so hungry, I can do anything! But no matter whether it works, it's just a matter of it!"

In the early days, for the people, Buddhism and Taoism had never been so clear.

Because for the common people, they don’t care whether you are a Buddha or the Three Pure Ones. Anyway, they are all gods and immortals, so they have always been useful and what they want.

They will not distinguish between what sect and that doctrine. As long as they can bless themselves with promotion and wealth, they will have many children and grandchildren, they will be good gods!

Therefore, this kind of scene of the monks and Taoists and Nis Sutras appeared.

Monks, Taoists, lamas, nuns, four kinds of monks are one altar, and they will do funerals for the master's family and do salvation!

But after the founding of New China, this phenomenon gradually disappeared. One is that there are no such wealthy families, and the other is that it is also affected by breaking the four old ones.

Therefore, this kind of folk custom can only be found in comedy art such as crosstalk.

Now, looking at the chanting master wearing the five Buddha crown and the beautiful robes, listening to the correct Erhua sound, it is obvious that this is the little black fat man's colleague who crosses the border to grab the business!

"Brother Bin, what should I do?"

When encountering such a thing, Wang Xuebin also found it a bit difficult.

The man has found his master and the funeral is done well. You, a stranger, run to the door happily, licking your face and wanting to get involved. Isn’t this asking for scolding?

People don’t know which one is true and which one is fake, they just think you are here to make trouble!

"Oh! Come on, come again. Have you found a few other people who play psychic games? Go and save the people first!"

After he finished the salvation for the rubbish yesterday, he thought that Chu Renmei, who had seen his ability, would be afraid and calm down.

However, he didn't expect that the Chu Renmei not only did not calm down, but also became more and more erect and killed a person that night.

If this is not stopped, and Chu Renmei recovers her strength a hundred years ago, she still doesn't know what chaos will happen.

"Give me the address, you guys go ahead and check the details of that gym first. There are so many big guys in a case, and the gym will definitely not be able to escape!"

Lin Sir nodded after hearing this, handed over the address he found to Wang Xuebin, and said with concern.

"Okay, Brother Bin, we will check it carefully, you should be more careful!"

Wang Xuebin waved his hand when he heard this, and said nothing. He put the incense burner and magic weapon back into his car and drove away.

"Doctor Chen, where are you going? Do I need to send you it?"

Hearing Lin Sir's attentive words, Forensic Chen shook his head, ignored him, turned around and stopped a taxi and left.

There were only two live treasures left, looking at each other, staring at each other with a boring expression on their faces.

"Lin Sir, what are we doing next?"

"What are you doing? Of course I'm going home to sleep!"

"No...didn't you say you want to check the gym?"

"Hey, today is Monday. Who would go to the gym early in the morning? Of course, I will go there after get off work! I'm crazy!"

"Hey, I'll warn you, I'll turn my back on you again!"

"Okay, silly line, no problem, silly line..."

"Hello..."

......

"Xiao Ming, your sister told me today that the report of the bottle of corpse oil has been released, and it is likely to be human!"

In an office, Mao Hai looked at Xiao Ming who was still scared in front of him and said slowly:

"But the police couldn't find out the source of the corpse oil, and the solution I thought of was... Ask the ghost!"

"Ask the ghost?"

When Xiao Ming heard the words of the hair, he was almost scared to death.

Hair was originally named Wu Zhenyu, and he was a psychology professor. Because he had seen Taoist priests catching ghosts in his childhood, he was obsessed with mysticism.

In another interview, he met Xiao Ming's sister Cissy, and since then, he fell in love with this gentle and quiet girl.

However, because the girl already had a boyfriend and was even ready to get married, the hair suppressed her love for Cissy in her heart.

A few days ago, Mao Hai was doing his research on my occultism. He received a call from Cissy, saying that his younger brother played ghost games and saw ghosts, and wanted him to help with psychological counseling.

He loved cissy and was interested in mysticism. After combining the two, Hair agreed without hesitation.

Hair is different from ordinary people. He has seen ghosts, so he believes Xiao Ming's words, but he doesn't think of his words as crazy people's murmurs, but instead asks them!

Now, I finally met someone who was willing to believe what he said. Xiao Ming and his hair were like thunder and earthly fire, and they suddenly became extremely good friends.

Of course, Xiao Ming didn't know that Mao Hai actually wanted to be his brother-in-law the most!

With the half-bottle of water in the hair, I guessed some of the truth correctly. Their ghost-catching game really attracted something amazing.

But after all, the hair is only half a bottle of water, and his understanding of ghosts only comes from a few monster novels. Otherwise, he would not have asked Xiao Ming to ask ghosts!

How can an evil ghost be accessible to an ordinary person without Taoism?

Even if the evil ghost does not have the intention to harm others, it will not work. Once it comes into contact, it will be affected by the ghost energy. It can be removed after a short time. If the time is long, there will be no medicine for the medicine!

Humans and ghosts are different, but they are never jokes!

"Yes, to know the truth, you have to know the source of the corpse oil. I think you must go to rubbish's house. If you are lucky, he will not be wiped out..."

Xiao Ming felt a little uncomfortable with the heavy, smooth tone of his hair, but he still listened thoughtfully.

"...Just ask him, then you can know the source of the corpse oil!"

Hearing the hair's words, Xiao Ming pondered for a long time and said slowly:

"Okay, I'll give it a try!"

"You have always had Yin and Yang eyes, so you probably won't be afraid!"

"This is not a question of not being afraid of harm, but a question of not being afraid of death!"

A calm and magnetic voice came from outside the door. I pushed open the door, looked at the puzzled two people and said in a deep voice:

"You two... are so tired of living!"