After practicing to the Pure Yang Wuji, I found that it was a strange world

Chapter 30 White Buddha Temple

Baifo Temple has a history of nearly a hundred years in Qingping County and is quite popular on weekdays.

There are about thirty monks in the temple.

Most of these monks practiced Luohan boxing and were called warrior monks.

When the Arhat Fist is perfected, the Buddha's light can be used to suppress ghosts.

Naturally, this Arhat Fist only has extra benefits when killing ghosts, and is equivalent to ordinary martial arts when fighting with humans.

The abbot of Baifo Temple, Monk Huijue, is a rare centenarian in Qingping County.

This person has lived for over a hundred years.

In this era when the average life expectancy is only in the 40s or 50s.

Monk Huijue's life is almost equivalent to two lives of an ordinary person.

The group was heading towards the White Buddha Temple.

The White Buddha Temple is located on a low hill. From a distance, you can see a glazed roof that looks magnificent in the morning light.

Along the way, Monk Anhui remained hesitant.

"Monk, do you think your abbot is normal?"

When they were almost at the foot of the mountain, Qingmu Sanren suddenly asked.

Monk Anhui didn't know how to start.

"You have known that there is something fishy going on for a long time, so that's why you are willing to follow us. Otherwise, why would you think of betraying your own family?" Qingmu Sanren said with a smile.

The wind blows through the fallen leaves, and the mountain is surrounded by a cluster of bamboos.

Green bamboo leaves flowed overhead.

"The abbot taught us before that monks should not tell lies and should be compassionate."

"But I don't know when it started, but I felt that the abbot had changed."

"I often saw him wandering outside late at night, his body stiff and with canine teeth. One night I saw him in the toilet."

Monk Anhui couldn't help but turn his Buddhist beads.

Then he continued, "The abbot looked really scary at the time, and he wanted to eat me."

"but."

Qingmu Sanren, Tieshenbu, Chengde Taoist Priest and He Qing looked at each other.

However, after waiting for a while, they still received no further news.

"Keep talking, don't be a eunuch." Qingmu Sanren couldn't help but curse.

It seemed as if there was a sudden halt, which made everyone feel quite uncomfortable.

Monk Anhui sighed.

His heart was filled with torment.

At the same time, the words that the abbot had taught him kept echoing in his mind.

On one side was the abbot's terrifying appearance late at night.

"But the next day, the abbot seemed to have forgotten what happened that night. He didn't remember anything."

After hearing this, Qingmu Sanren couldn't help but count with his fingers.

"If you cling to the rest of your life and don't want to die, you will eventually become alienated."

There are not many monks in the White Buddha Temple, and most of them have already gone down the mountain.

Several people came to the White Buddha Temple.

The White Buddha Temple is very large, with many palaces inside, all of which enshrine Arhats, Buddhas, and Bodhisattvas.

There is also an exquisite pagoda at the back with wind chimes hanging outside.

Whenever the mountain breeze blows, the wind chimes make pleasant sounds.

"This is the Demon Suppression Tower. It suppresses the evil demons that have been doing evil for the past hundred years."

With the monk Anhui leading the way, the group easily arrived at a house.

The house is filled with Buddha's light, and from afar there is a sacred light.

Seeing this scene, Iron Constable sneered.

"It is necessary to conceal the truth."

One glance at this Buddha light reveals that it was arranged by a monk with profound Buddhist knowledge.

But the question is, who would arrange such a strong Buddhist light in their bedroom for no reason?

Several people rushed in.

Tie Shenbu didn't know how powerful Monk Huijue was, and he was not afraid of him.

Taoist Chengde and Sanren Qingmu strode in like dogs relying on the power of others.

However, just as he reached the door, the blazing Buddha light suddenly exploded.

The golden light fell on everyone like a burning flame, and a stinging sensation was felt.

He Qing stood in place, and when the breeze blew, her clothes fluttered.

Looking at the blazing Buddha light, He Qingyi stretched out his hand.

The Samadhi True Fire showed red, gold, and green colors mixed together, blending with the Buddha's light, and the Buddha's light actually melted like snow.

"Just a showpiece." Samadhi True Fire is actually the fire of karma.

If a person has a clear conscience, if a person has a clear mind and sticks to his original intention, then the power will be small.

If a person is intoxicated by the worldly affairs and has thousands of worries in his heart, then the power will be immense.

When I entered the house, I found that it was very simple.

A bed, a patched quilt and a mottled wooden table.

"here."

Qingmu Sanren pushed the bed.

Suddenly a tunnel appeared.

Several people walked down the tunnel.

The tunnel is large and spacious.

Faintly, a bloody smell came.

After a while, everyone arrived at the bottom of the tunnel.

This is a secret room with a vent, and a strong smell of blood permeates the air.

There was a futon and a table in the secret room, with a jade plate on the table.

There was a heart on the plate.

A very small heart.

The heart had been bitten several times, leaving more than half.

Several people looked very unhappy, especially Monk Anhui, whose face turned pale almost instantly.

"Why is the abbot like this? He was so good and kind in the beginning."

"People always change."

Several people looked around again.

He Qingze came to a bookshelf.

He picked up a book at random, it was a Buddhist scripture.

It is a Buddhist scripture that teaches one to repent to the Buddha.

"What is this? A feather?"

At this time, several people discovered something in the corner.

It was a pile of ashes, burned ashes.

Some outlines can be vaguely distinguished in the ashes.

"feather?"

He Qing immediately thought of those strange things.

Those strange features are feathers, they have very messy feathers growing on their bodies.

It was as strange and bizarre as if thousands of feathers were forcibly inserted into a person's body.

"The Yuhua Cult is truly blatant."

Seeing this, everyone was almost certain that there was something seriously wrong with the abbot of the White Buddha Temple.

"He eats people's hearts alive and grows strange feathers on his body. He is already beyond redemption." Qingmu Sanren sighed.

Just then, a strong wind seemed to blow outside.

Ding Ding Ding!
The sound of wind chimes rang out one after another, like waves rising one after another.

There was a fainter sound amidst the continuous sound of wind chimes.

That was the sound of footsteps.

boom!
The door was opened and then closed.

Monk Anhui's face turned pale.

"It's over. The abbot found out."

As a monk of Baifo Temple, Monk Anhui naturally understood what kind of person Abbot Huijue was.

The monsters in the Demon-Suppressing Tower are almost all the conquests of Abbot Huijue when he was young.

Moreover, as he grows older, his cultivation improves day by day.

Now he has cultivated the Vajra body, which is the magical power of Buddhism.

The ascetic monks who came from Qinghe County had praised this magical power.

Everyone waited quietly.

It seemed that except for Monk Anhui, everyone else was still calm.

Da da da.

The sound of footsteps slowly rose, and a shadow spread in front of everyone under the candlelight.

Then, a voice sounded.

"I wonder what you want to do here?"

(End of this chapter)