The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 497: Ghosts in Guanyin Temple? Is your temple run by a black bear spirit? (Please give me double the monthly tickets)
"Is your temple responsible for the salvation of this ghost? Where is your temple?"

"This... donor... donor, please be merciful... these ghosts have also suffered a lot in the human world..."

The old monk had a compassionate look on his face, twisting his rosary with his hands, bowing his head and chanting the Buddha's name. Shen Le asked twice, but he kept beating around the bush and refused to answer.

He asked anxiously, so he simply closed his eyes and muttered a scripture. As for what scripture he was reciting, it was a bit beyond Shen Le's knowledge...

"Hey!"

From a distance, someone strode over, pointing and talking loudly at Shen Le.

Shen Le looked up and saw that the person who was speaking was a man in a yukata. His face was red, and he didn't know whether it was because of drinking, the fire, or being scared.

He was one of the people who had been comforted by the old monk. He was short and strong, and he walked a little unsteadily. He raised his hand and pointed at Shen Le, pointing and poking as he spoke, his hand almost poking Shen Le's nose:
"@#$%..."

Shen Le didn't understand a single word, he just knew there was no "Aligato" or "Smith Maasai" in it.

Alas, the guy from the Special Affairs Bureau sent me back to the consulate. I don’t have a translator around, and my phone is not set to translation mode. As for communication, I can only let fate take its course…

Shen Le turned his head and looked at the old monk. The old monk lowered his eyes and bowed his head to chant, as if he was oblivious to everything in front of him. I see, you just stay out of it, right?
This guy is your believer or not, he beats me or gets beaten by me, you just don’t care, right?

Shen Le nodded slightly, sneered at the old monk, and turned away. As soon as he turned around, the man behind him suddenly raised his voice:

"idiot!"

The fist made a sound like wind and hit the back of his head. Shen Le didn't even look at it, and slightly turned his body to avoid the fist. Then, he hooked his calf and tripped below:
"boom!"

The man simply kissed the ground with his nose.

Shen Le stepped over him, leaped, and floated to the edge of the pool. He still remembered the location of the hell screen. It took a long time to burn out, so there should be some ashes now?
I wonder if I can pinpoint the place where those ghosts came out by relying on the ashes' induction. If not, I'll look around...

The area beside the pool where the hell map was placed was indeed very dark in color, making it unique. Shen Le knelt down, holding the peach wood sword in his left hand, and pressing his right hand on the ground, his mental power spreading out like water waves.

As soon as he touched it, screams, cries, and shouts swept over him like flames, almost engulfing his mind:
awful!
Extremely miserable!

It’s so miserable!

That was the deepest injustice and the most miserable pain in the world. Men, women, old people, and children cried out with all their might, as if their chests were cut open and their windpipes were torn apart.

That is the tragic cry of pain that would come from killing a young child in front of his mother, killing an elderly person in front of his children, humiliating his wife in front of her husband, and the entire family, the entire clan, being engulfed in flames...

Shen Le's body swayed, and he tried hard to keep his mind focused and practiced the skills several times before he suppressed the mental shock.

He took a step back and pressed his hand on the ground. The earth moved gently, lifting up the dark black soil, kneading it into a ball, and falling into his hand, with an extra layer of yellow mud on the outside.

Shen Le held the mud ball and sighed softly:
"Tell me where you are... Tell me where you come from..."

An invisible and intangible wind whistled and rolled up. It circled around Shen Le once, twice, and three times, making a mournful sound. It seemed to be resentful, and it seemed to be asking for help:
Let us be free...let us be free...

The old monk finally finished chanting and walked towards Shen Le quickly, with a look of shock on his face. Before he could reach Shen Le, Shen Le had already jumped up and left quickly in the direction of the wind:

go!
go!
Follow the cold wind!

That is where the attack came from and where the evil spirit was suppressed!
"donor--"

The old monk called out from behind, but there was no response. Shen Le leaped up and quickly moved through the dark woods, a few meters at a time, and disappeared into the forest in an instant.

Look at the direction it's going. If you draw a straight line, it will lead directly to their Zen temple...

The old monk looked solemn, took out his cell phone, and started to yell. He couldn't catch up with them on foot, so he could only hope that the temple would be alert and be able to effectively resist——

By the way, where are the people from Xida University?
I said I was just cooperating with them and they were the ones who were responsible. Where are they?!

People… people were all milling around. The small oil lamp acted stealthily and quickly, and with one sweep, all those delicate electronic devices were destroyed.

All kinds of detection equipment, imaging equipment, positioning equipment, communication equipment, and even the watches they wore on their wrists to monitor their vital signs were checked.

A puff of green smoke rose up, the LED screen dimmed, and the electronic equipment inside was burnt. Even if it was taken apart and repaired, it would be impossible to repair it...

"We're under attack!"

"Under attack!"

The attackers who were ambushing in the woods looked nervous, quickly making hand gestures and retreating carefully. It was not surprising to be attacked, but the strange thing was that they didn't even realize where the attack came from.

Even if it is an EMP bomb, there must be launching, burial, explosion, and all kinds of traces!
They searched the woods nervously but found no traces, not even a single footprint. The fighters without electronic equipment were like tigers with their claws cut off and their teeth pulled out:

Although they still had some fighting power, they were no longer comparable to before. More importantly, the opponent only destroyed the electronic equipment this time, and did not hurt anyone;

What about next time?

What if they want to go deeper and complete the mission?

By then, the attack that falls on your head may not be the same as it is now!

"Let's go..."

The captain sighed. A group of people carefully moved around in the forest, groping for the vehicle. When they arrived at the vehicle, everyone was stunned:
Those cars were burned into a pile of black scrap metal, even the car shells were burned away...

"Can the current EMP bombs detonate the battery?"

"do not know……"

"Even if the battery explodes, we still have gasoline cars! The cars we drove out this time include one pure electric car, one hybrid car, and one gasoline car! How could they all burn..."

"I do not know!"

The vehicle and communication tools are gone. Even if I want to report to my superiors, I have to go back to populated areas and find my own people.

A group of people walked through the dark woods, one step deep and one step shallow, depressedly, relying on the starlight to determine the direction and following the stream to avoid getting lost.

what?
illumination?

The headlamp also uses batteries! The small oil lamp destroyed the wires of the headlamp! If Shen Le hadn't told him "don't hurt anyone", he would have blown up the battery of the headlamp and cut those people's heads on the spot...

Even so, the little oil lamp was still worried that they would make any unusual moves, so it attached its consciousness to a lamp bead and monitored their retreat. While monitoring, it happily came to Shen Le to take credit:
[I've got it done! They ran away! They probably won't dare to come anytime soon! - How's going on over there? Oops! Why is there a fight over there?]

"No need." Shen Le took a breath and stood up straight. He looked around and raised the corners of his lips coldly:

"Come back. Let's go home!"

[Why don't you wait for me to fight? ]

Xiao Youdeng was anxious. Why is this happening?
Why are you still wearing this look!
Shen Le didn't even wait for him to come and secretly did it himself!

Shen Le panted softly and wiped his sweat. He could only carefully appease Xiao Oil Deng's resentment:
"I'm sorry, it's so irritating here, I couldn't help it..."

He followed the dark wind and the resentful spirits, running quickly through the forest. He climbed over the hills and crossed the rocks, and soon he stood at the entrance of a temple.

The temple is not big. It can even be said that it is just a very small and quiet temple hidden in the mountains and forests.

The stone road at the temple entrance is only wide enough for one car to enter or exit, and two cars will get stuck here.
The little monk stone statue and stone lamp at the door were covered with moss. The wood of the small wooden house used as the gatehouse was also dull and cracked, as if no one had maintained it for many years due to lack of funds...

If there wasn't a sign next to the stone statue of the little monk with the words "Guanyin Temple" written on it, Shen Le wouldn't have been able to tell that there was a temple here.

However, the wind was lingering, the cries were endless, and the various injustices were heartbreaking. Shen Le stopped at the entrance of the Zen temple, squinting his eyes and looking at the temple in the darkness, frowning:

Zen temple?

Guanyin Temple?

Is there such a strong ghost aura and resentment in Guanyin Temple?
Was your temple opened by Elder Jin Chi or by the Black Bear Demon?

He stood for a moment, then took a big step and followed the ghost of the wind straight in. The balls of light around him danced up and down, illuminating the houses, the grass, and the small stone statues.

Not long after walking, Shen Le suddenly stopped and looked up:

At the end of the stone road, on top of a rock, surrounded by stone tablets, flowers and wooden signs, a statue of Guanyin stands silently.

The two of them were taller than the others. The copper-colored Guanyin statue had a solemn necklace and a compassionate look. Even if the quality of the statue was not as good as those treasures handed down for thousands of years in China, it was still a masterpiece of a master.

However, just by walking in front of the statue, Shen Le could feel the miserable wails, endless -

pain!
pain!
It hurts so much!
Help--

Save us!

This is Guanyin, this is Guanyin! Why is it so painful, why is there so much hatred...

Shen Le raised two more balls of light and approached the Guanyin statue to look closely. There were several stone tablets and wooden plaques at the feet of Guanyin, some of which were used for worship and some for praying for "national stability".

Shen Le even took out his mobile phone and used the built-in translation software to translate it, but he couldn't find any strange content.

The words on the wooden sign normally indicate that this is an ancient Japanese tradition, wishing those who come to worship good health.

But that’s not right. There’s always something wrong with this Guanyin statue——

He jumped to the bottom of the Guanyin statue, sat cross-legged, lowered his head slightly, and began to meditate. His mental power expanded, and the copper sheet suddenly "hummed" and lit up eagerly.

Shen Le didn't even have to look for it carefully before he saw a thin bright line extending from where he was, all the way to the southeast of the motherland and into the inland.

The bright line was very thin, weak, and powerless, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time. However, he was very familiar with the end of the bright line.

He had teleported to that place a few days ago. That was Jinling, the place where our people had shed blood! ! Is that so... Is the Guanyin statue connected to that place...

This Guanyin statue must have been stolen from China, and it will have to be moved back sooner or later. Shen Le tried his best to calm down, and continued to walk down, continuing to search around -

Then, he stopped suddenly.

Not far from the Guanyin statue, there is another cluster of inscriptions standing proudly. In the middle, on a huge crimson stone, are engraved four large characters, "Seven Scholars' Monument", in ancient handwriting.

There were small stone pillars with flowers on them and a few small wooden signs below. Shen Le approached the wooden signs and took a look at them. He felt the blood rushing to his head!

"Tojo..." He read softly:

"Doi...Itahara..."

It's you!
It turns out to be you!
It turns out that the so-called "Seven Gentlemen" were seven criminals. It turns out that this so-called Guanyin Temple worships these kinds of people!

No wonder there is resentment lingering around. It would be a miracle if there is no resentment in a place like this!
The hatred in one place and two places, the hatred in three rivers and four seas, this cannot be washed away even if all the water in the Pacific Ocean is poured out!

Shen Le was shaking slightly. He was surprised that he still had the sanity to pull out his phone and search quickly.

The Monument of the Seven Sages, the Statue of Guanyin, let me see where this place is.

The moment the screen lit up and text appeared, Shen Le crushed the phone into scrap metal with a "click".

Good, good, this so-called Guanyin statue was originally cast with clay from Jinling, soil mixed with the blood of soldiers and civilians.

This pain, this wailing, this screaming, day after day, day after day, until now, has not subsided!!!

"boom!!!"

Shen Le didn't want to save face for them at all. He originally wanted to do a job quietly and leave quietly, but now?
Now, even if there are missiles whizzing overhead and an atomic bomb is about to fall, I will smash this Guanyin statue and burn down this Guanyin temple!

He pointed at the Guanyin statue, and a huge fireball flew out of his hand and hit the Guanyin statue directly. The huge copper-colored Buddha statue shook twice and cracked into tiny cracks.

Shen Le still felt that it was not enough, so he waved his hand and a whirlwind rolled up the Guanyin statue, shaking it rapidly from front to back and left to right.

not enough!
not enough!
Earth, obey my call. Earth and fire, obey my command!
This Guanyin statue made of purple sand and blood soil, the fire power inside, leave me! The earth power inside, fall apart!
immediately!

The mountains roared. The soil beneath his feet rippled like a dragon turning over. Shen Le could faintly hear someone shouting, someone calling out, someone running towards him, and even the sound of gunfire exploding.

He turned a deaf ear to it, and simply raised the earth wall a little higher, built a thick circle around it, and then he focused on communicating with the power in the Guanyin statue.

With a series of crisp sounds, the two-person-high Guanyin statue toppled over, hitting the ground and breaking into pieces.

First, there were pieces as big as a human head, then they split into small pieces as big as fists, and finally, they split into mud and sand. Shen Le knelt on one knee in front of the pieces and stretched out his hands:

"Come... come... I'll take you home... take you... home..."

The copper piece made a clear sound and flew out of his collar on its own, hanging in the air. The sand vibrated, and tiny particles of soil flew out from the broken pottery, circled around Shen Le three times, and then fell on the copper piece.

Shen Le tried his best to listen attentively, and heard the wailing around him getting smaller and smaller, and the cries gradually became lower and lower, and gradually subsided:

"Come on, come home with me."

He prayed quietly in his heart. For a long time, there was no movement in the mud and sand, thinking that it had been absorbed by the copper sheet. He stood up and took a long breath:

What should be taken back has been taken back. Now, it's time for revenge!

Shen Le pulled out the peach wood sword with his backhand. He couldn't perform magic, nor did he know how to do the Yu Bu, let alone draw talismans. But it didn't matter, at worst, he could just do his best to blow up this broken place!

He stretched out his hand and dotted in the air, outlining the eight trigrams. Li was missing at the top, Xun was broken at the bottom, Zhen was an inverted bowl, and Gen was an inverted bowl—

The wind takes advantage of the fire, and the fire helps the wind. Burn it!
Burn this land and burn those evil so-called wild souls in it!
The copper piece seemed to be extremely angry, and it gave out its strength without reservation. A huge heat flowed from Shen Le's chest to his arm, and then from his arm to the tip of the sword.

It was clearly just an empty outline, but wherever the sword tip passed, a silver-white mark remained for a long time. And under the guidance of this mark, the thunder fell with a bang——

One by one, white lightning bolts, at Shen Le's call, fell towards the tip of his sword. Then they were thrown out by the tip of the sword, falling on all the land within his sight:
What kind of "national security and stability" sign is this?

I'll keep your head safe!

Burn it for me!
What is "Monument of the Seven Warriors"?

Seven evils!

Seven ghosts!

Chop it for me!
Fry me!
Burn it for me!
Bright lightning flashed through the air, one after another, landing on the stone tablet, on the mound behind the stone tablet, and on the so-called "Zen Temple" house behind the mound.

There was a sharp whistling sound, and large masses of black gas came out of the small, all-wooden main hall of the temple. There was much more black gas than what Shen Le saw at the shrine last time!

"Bagaya road!"

It seemed as if someone was shouting like this. Someone was shouting, someone was running, someone was shooting.

With a whoosh, a head with long black hair rushed out from the main hall and pounced on Shen Le——

"Have you transformed all the evil spirits you worshipped into monsters?"

Shen Le sneered. If this is true, then it is a fitting end for them - although these prisoners are thousands of times more evil than the ghosts in the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, and have already fallen into the devil's way of hell.

No matter whether it is a worshipped evil ghost or a refined monster, no one can escape today!
The flames around him grew. The twelve fireballs formed a ring of fire, which spun rapidly. With each rotation, the size of the ring increased, and with each rotation, the color became brighter.

The head pounced towards Shen Le, and when it was still two meters away from him, it screamed, stopped and tried to escape in panic.

Just as he turned around, a ball of fire emerged from the fire ring and hit the man's head straight, instantly burning it to charcoal!
"@#$%..."

"&*%￥#..."

Strange shouts were heard everywhere. Shen Le silently said "I don't understand Japanese" and "I didn't hear it" and walked slowly forward. Seeing that the person shouting had no effect, he finally changed to Chinese:

"Wait a minute..."

"Please show some mercy..."

"Please forgive me..."

"Are you going to kill someone? Are you going to kill someone here?!"

If it were somewhere else, like Shinsaibashi or Kiyomizu-dera Temple, I would definitely not go on a killing spree. Shen Le walked forward slowly, directing the wind and fire to spread and the lightning to strike, while silently answering in his heart:

Because there are also innocent people there, as well as craftsmen who are dedicated to the cause of restoring ancient monuments.

However, in this Guanyin Temple, in the middle of the night, there must be only monks inside--

And none of the monks who worship these evil spirits in this place are innocent!
Don't rush to me, I won't come to kill you one by one, but if you are caught in the flames or struck by the lightning, I will not stop for you!
[Oh! Shen Le, why didn’t you wait for me! ]

Xiao Youdeng jumped over in a hurry. He kept one eye on the escape of those guys from the west, and hurried over to see what Shen Le was doing.

Seeing Shen Le killing people, he complained and started to act hastily:
【I’m coming too! I’m coming too! 】

"No rush, you have to stop them from the outside and don't let any of them escape." Shen Le slowed down his pace and walked towards the main hall which was still standing with black air swirling around it.

Seven A-class soldiers and more than a thousand B-class and C-class soldiers, their grievances are indeed deep and their crimes are indeed heinous...

Today, if I don’t chop you to death or burn you to death, I will write the name Shen Le backwards!

Black gas rose up, several times higher than the palace, and condensed into a huge skull, swooping down.

Shen Le was so small in front of the skeleton that he seemed just a drop in the ocean. Even before the black energy arrived, he already felt the mountains and the earth shaking around him, as if the entire temple and the entire mountain were against him.

Shen Le snorted coldly and clenched the copper sheet. At the same time, the peach wood sword poked and poked, outlining the talisman of the fireball spell in front of him:

Silver threads of light intertwined with each other. Halfway through the painting, the peach wood sword had become extremely heavy, as if it had been weighed down by a thousand pounds.

When he was two-thirds of the way through the painting, Shen Le felt the heat in his body flowing backwards, as if being sucked out directly by the talisman;
When drawing the last few strokes, Dantian was empty, and the golden ball spun desperately to squeeze out a little heat flow and give it to the talisman -

But it’s almost there!
Almost there!
The more lines of the talisman appeared, the brighter the surrounding area became. It was so bright that people dared not look at it directly, and it was so bright that Shen Le burst into tears. It was so bright that the black skeleton could only roar with all its might, but did not dare to pass through the fire ring.

It tried to leave several times, but was struck back by the lightning around it that was triggered by the small oil lamp. Until Shen Le finished the last stroke, he used all his strength to push forward with both palms:
"go!!!"

The talisman flew into the air. A silver fireball the size of a human head floated slowly and fell into the black air.

Shen Le's legs went limp and he fell to the ground. Just as he was about to complain that the talisman was not powerful enough, he saw black gas suddenly explode.

One becomes ten, ten becomes a hundred, a hundred becomes a thousand, and every wisp of black air, no matter how it tumbles and flees, there is a fireball chasing and burning it—

The flames were like rain. In a moment, the whole Zen temple made a terrible explosion sound, and the beams, pillars, rafters, and beams all collapsed and broke.

Shen Le walked slowly forward, and when he reached the front of the main hall, he saw that all the wooden structures were burned in the flames, and even the soil under his feet was burned into the color of colored glaze...

It has the same luster as the Guanyin made of blood soil!

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