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Through Tianxin Tianxin’s barrage, I know that it is difficult to resolve the matter of infant spirits normally.

Unlike little ghosts, these infant spirits should have survived in the world, but their vitality was cut off. Their lifespan has not expired and they cannot enter reincarnation. They have deep resentments towards living people.

Ordinary ghost cultivators do not dare to provoke them. They have not yet developed their spiritual intelligence and are impossible to surrender. Moreover, they are extremely resentful and hateful. Once provoked, they will not let go.

Master Tianxin: "If you want to save the infant spirit, you must first find the person who had the abortion. You must make the person sincerely repent. The key to success or failure lies in sincerity or dishonesty. You must let the infant spirit feel the meaning of repentance, and then go to the temple to build a memorial tablet for it. , worship its spirit, and when the resentment is wiped out, it will leave."

"Master, the method you mentioned won't help me at all. The hospital I'm in is a black clinic, and I don't know how many people have had abortions. Where can I find abortion providers to make them sincerely repent?" I replied helplessly. He pressed his cold fingers.

"You have nothing to do with the abortionist, why do you want to interfere with her cause and effect? ​​Aren't you afraid of getting burned?"

"Whether you're afraid or not, you have to go in. There may be secrets about the victim hidden in the house. I have to go in and take a look in person to make sure."

After hearing my words, it took a while for Master Tianxin to send a barrage: "I didn't expect that the donor is also a kind and virtuous person who is different from the ordinary people. I am impressed by the little monk Tianxin. But you have to think clearly about the donor. He is neither a relative nor a relative. Therefore, if you offend the infant spirits and cannot free them, they will suck you dry and haunt you forever."

"Master Tianxin, if you have any good ideas, please tell me quickly. You see, the feng shui of this place has changed, and the number of ghosts has probably reached an extremely terrifying level. If we don't let them go, it will be even harder to deal with them in the future." I Seriously, I thought of a Buddhist Zen saying: "If I don't go to hell, who will? I also ask the master to teach me the method."

"What a great wish! Donor, you have a predestined relationship with the Buddha, and the monk will help you today." Master Tianxin left for a while, and then a large section of incomprehensible Buddhist scriptures appeared on the screen.

It is indeed a Chinese character, and I know the pronunciation of each character individually, but I don’t know how to pronounce them together.

The Buddhist scriptures are obscure and the pronunciation is very particular. After finishing the first paragraph of the scripture, Master Tianxin typed out a barrage: "Almsgiver, what I just taught you is the Ksitigarbha Sutra. Reciting this sutra can bring about the great mercy and compassion of Ksitigarbha." The Bodhisattva protects and specifically restrains the infant spirit imps, but it consumes a lot of mental energy. Ordinary people will become dizzy after holding on for twenty-two breaths at most. You must remember not to force it, otherwise once you are haunted by the infant spirit, the consequences will be disastrous."

I scratched my head in embarrassment: "Master, I don't understand your scripture. Can you explain it in detail?"

Master Tianxin: "The Buddha gave a gift to a predestined person. The benefactor is predestined with the Buddha and possesses great wisdom. How can he not be able to understand it clearly? Please meditate on the scripture just now and read it again."

I scrolled through the barrage and found passages of scriptures sent by Master Tianxin again. This time I meditated on them with my heart, and my mind escaped into the spiritual platform and entered the state of sitting and forgetfulness.

Each sutra was like a golden bird flying and reorganizing in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and gradually turned into clear handwriting. I felt blessed, and I read out loud almost out of instinct: "The supreme and profound Dharma, hundreds of thousands of catastrophes." Encounter. Now that I have accepted and upheld what I have seen and heard, I am willing to understand the true meaning of the Tathagata."

"Charity accumulates good deeds, and vows to save all living beings. The gold and tin in the hand opens the gate of hell. The pearl in the palm of the hand illuminates the world. In the sound of wisdom, in the auspicious clouds, for the suffering sentient beings in Jambudvipa, he makes a great demonstration of merit. The Lord of great compassion and great wishes. , the great sage and the great mercy, I am the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Mahasattva!"

The sound was like a copper bell, and the body seemed to be purified. The chill in the bone meridians was reduced a lot: "Is this a Buddhist technique?"

The treasure appearance is solemn, and the face has a sense of righteousness, which makes all evils avoid.

Perhaps because I had laid a certain foundation in practicing Buddhism, I quickly understood the Buddhist scriptures: "I don't know much about the realm of Buddhist practice, but now that I have entered the Buddhist scriptures through oral recitation, am I going to follow the old path of the Double-faced Buddha? Do you want to learn from him about Buddhism and Taoism?"

To put it into detail, I have dabbled in not only Buddhism and Taoism, but also ghost arts, voodoo, dream-making, Feng Shui, etc. With the support of the underworld show and exchange shopping mall, in the future I may really become a Buddhist, devil, and Taoist master. The unreasonable all-powerful monk.

My mind was shaken, my thoughts returned, my eyes were clear, and the evil spirit in the room did not dare to come within three feet of me: "A short passage of scripture is so magical. If the entire scripture is recited, wouldn't it be possible to achieve success?" Encapsulating a golden body? The fact that Buddhism can be passed down to this day indeed has some real abilities."

I turned my head to look, and the golden thread in my eyes was filled with blood. The ghost of the girl standing next to Wang Yu made a "swipe" sound and hid behind Wang Yu. It seemed that she was very afraid of me.

"The resentment in this girl is stronger than the ten evil things. Even she is afraid of her. There should be no danger in my trip." Facing the live broadcast room, I thanked Heaven's Heart again. I adjusted my breath and walked into the house.

"The Greatly Merciful and Greatly Compassionate Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva protects me..." I entered the spiritual platform with my mind and meditated on Buddhist sutras. My mind felt like still water. I silently counted my breaths and strode forward.

The family planning department is divided into three compartments. The outermost is the patient waiting room, and the two inner compartments are where the actual surgeries are performed.

Reciting Buddhist sutras will ward off all evil spirits, and the surrounding Yin Qi will gradually become thicker, like ferocious chains.

These Yin Qi chains are somewhat different from the Yin Qi I have seen before, and are mixed with resentment and hatred.

"I haven't seen the infant spirit, but the evil spirit is so strong. I can't imagine what amazing scenes will happen deep in the compartment." Meditating on the Ksitigarbha Sutra with spiritual thoughts is very energy-consuming, and time is limited, so I don't want to Hesitantly, he quickly entered and pushed open the compartment door.

What surprised me a little was that there was still no infant spirit in this compartment, but the yin energy and resentment were more intense. I could see abnormalities with just a pair of naked eyes without using a cell phone.

The smooth operating table was stained with dark red stains like blood that couldn't be washed away. When you touch it with your hands, you can feel as if your fingertips have been pricked by needles.

This cubicle is where the doctor performs operations. All instruments are kept as they are. Those cold metal instruments are unceremoniously murder tools and murder weapons.

By shining the light on my mobile phone, I can see that there are creeper-like resentments on all the equipment. They only appear late at night when no one is around. I have a malicious suspicion that these are the things doctors usually use for surgeries. Reaching into the girl's body.

Of course, this is just an isolated phenomenon in this black clinic. I walked around and there was nothing in the room except the strong yin energy and the resentment that made my teeth chatter.

The twenty-two breaths passed in the blink of an eye. I retreated to the door and adjusted myself.

"It seems to be in the last cubicle." The only remaining cubicle is the surgical preparation room, and only doctors and nurses can enter it.

Reciting the Ksitigarbha Sutra again, I raised my phone and pushed open the cubicle door.

There was a cry in my ears, and it was different from any cry I had heard before.

It's sad, scary, and creepy.

"It's too dark, I can't see anything." I took two steps forward and entered the house. My earlobe was moved by something, and there was a strange feeling on my legs, as if a few pairs of small hands were grabbing me.

"How could these infant spirits come close to me while I was reciting Buddhist scriptures?" Before the question in his mind could be answered, the half-open door behind him suddenly closed automatically.

The room was completely plunged into darkness, my heart was beating wildly, and my breathing was becoming rapid. This was the first time I encountered danger since my ninth live broadcast, but what I didn't expect was that this danger was so fatal.

All my mind and heart are used to recite Buddhist sutras, and I dare not reserve any spare energy. I recite Buddhist sutras orally, and the meridians circulate the wonderful true mind method. One of them guards the spiritual altar, and the other protects the body, without interfering with each other.

I tried my best to adjust the brightness of my phone to the maximum without daring to relax at all, and stared at the screen of my phone at the show with electric eyes.

The Yin-filled compartment looked like a real ghost. Right next to my feet, on my legs, and even on my back and shoulders, I could see crawling infant spirits. Their bodies were blurry, but their eyes were malicious and they kept opening their mouths. It bit me. Fortunately, a thin layer of golden light appeared on the surface of my skin. The Buddha's name was looming on it, and Ksitigarbha sutras were circulating on it.

"Only ten breaths left."