People inevitably push themselves

"Master, what do you think?"

In the main hall of Duan Bodhisattva Temple, three middle-aged monks were following an old monk, looking at the headless Guanyin statue in front of them.

His face was solemn, as if he was worried about something.

"The binding curse has been passed, and there are still external disasters left on the karma cloth. Well, it must be that something dirty has broken into the Buddhist hall."

The old monk stood alone next to the base of the Bodhisattva statue.

quite a while.

He reached out and touched the red cloth covering the palms of the "Bodhisattva", and then made this judgment.

He noticed that the disaster was revealed while having dinner, and then rushed over with his disciples.

It's a pity that in the end, we couldn't stop a certain "visitor" who was escaping in a hurry.

"Filth, in the Buddhist hall?"

Regarding such an incredible conclusion, the three disciples of the old monk were dumbfounded, and then there was a burst of panic.

"Didn't the magic circle stop it?"

"Is it related to the rain these days?"

"Let me tell you, the hazy rain, with every trace of disaster, must be unusual!"

"Okay, stop disturbing my Buddha's tranquility with all your chattering."

Until the old monk spoke without looking back.

Only then did the temple become quiet.

"However, the smell of filth is indeed no different from the disaster in the rain. Therefore, there must be a connection between the two."

"Here, what should I do?"

But I saw a disciple who was about to speak but stopped.

Obviously, he was afraid of being reprimanded again.

What does external misfortune mean? It means that there is at least one evil spirit entrenched in the middle of the city.

As for the resentful spirit, the probability of its appearance is slim.

Because resentful spirits are so rare, the escaping disasters will not be so rare.

Although it is not clear why evil spirits dare to approach Xiahe District under the protection of Anle Buddha.

However, it is not a small matter, and it may affect future plans, so it still needs to be dealt with.

The old monk thought and shook his head.

"Forget it, in the next few days, I will set up spirit-seeking rituals in the city and open altars to ward off disasters. The three of you will be responsible for reinforcing the magic circle and guarding the temple.

In addition, the matter of borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha should be arranged a few days in advance. It will be arranged by the end of this month. You should seize the time and make preparations as soon as possible. I have been very restless recently, so I have to be prepared."

"yes."

As the old monk finished his instructions, the three middle-aged monks hurriedly paid their respects.

"Follow Master's teachings."

"Okay, let's get busy."

After waving his hands to drive away the three disciples, the old monk stood alone in front of the Buddhist hall, his eyes closed and silent.

After a long time, he opened his eyes again.

"It's so weird, what exactly is this evil spirit?"

The red cloth of business power can be lifted, but why is the aura so weak?

The evil spirits should be ignorant, so how could they escape?

Something is wrong, something is wrong everywhere.

Alas, I still have to complete the offering as soon as possible, so that I can feel at ease.

After thinking about it, the old monk coiled up his beads and walked out of the hall.

Only one Bodhisattva remains.

Sit there quietly, holding your head.

…

the next day.

For the residents of Xiahe Street, Xiahe District.

Early in the morning, they saw Abbot Duan Bodhisattva, who often participated in community activities, walking under the buildings of every house, burning incense and praying for blessings.

There are many devotees of Youduan Bodhisattva on both sides.

They all came forward to salute, listen to sutras and recite mantras.

For a moment, the early morning streets looked extremely lively.

Ordinary monks pray for blessings, but it feels a bit like a holy monk's pilgrimage.

This is undoubtedly a very strange sight in modern society, which is generally composed of atheists.

But in fact, Duan Bodhisattva only has such appeal in a few streets around it.

The rain is still falling.

But from the supernatural world that ordinary people cannot see.

Everywhere where Old Monk Yu walked, the fine disasters were blocked by a layer of light mist.

The souls of the crowd also have weight. At least, they are no longer as ethereal and elusive as before.

Regarding this, the black cat squatting not far away can clearly see it.

Those who heard the prayer should have been truly changed by some kind of power.

The void spirit body possesses a hazy image.

The silent consciousness also became a lot warmer.

They should all become lucky.

"From this perspective, we seem to be the evil party..."

On a certain row of rooftops in the adjacent street, Jiang Sheng looked at the old monk's back and whispered thoughtfully.

"Ah, ah (we are supposed to be evil in the first place, Yun Gui and I are resentful spirits, and you are the cat demon)."

The human-skin raincoat sat nearby and made jokes.

Yun Gui, on the other hand, helped analyze it carefully.

"Hiss, hiss (it's not that simple. A spell that can affect people's souls cannot come without a price, and ordinary people's souls usually don't have the ability to pay the price.

So if you look carefully, there must be a price that we haven't noticed yet, which has already been paid. What's more, the principle of all things is balance. People can't be unlucky all the time, and they can't always keep themselves lucky. Unless there is something,

Obtaining for them, or paying a price. For example, a spirit body that likes to treat people's hearts as food. For example)..."

Having said this, Yun Gui suddenly paused.

Then Jiang Sheng was also stunned for a moment.

After a while, they both said almost in unison.

"Hiss, hiss."

"For example, their misfortunes are passed on to other people."

"Hiss (that's right)."

"Ah (is this possible)?"

Listening to the reasoning of the "two people", Human Skin Raincoat seemed to feel a little overwhelmed.

"Ah, ah (not to mention how troublesome it is to do such a thing. If the old monk is really a weird and coordinated person, why would he protect one party?

There is a better way to attract believers. The current form of promotion is very inefficient. I am more inclined to think that the old guy is binding souls to strengthen himself through similar prayer activities.

Or maybe they are collecting bad luck to create some kind of special spirit body, just like some resentful spirits like to raise living people. Now they just have a different owner.

Of course, this kind of misfortune originating from the living being itself cannot be taken away just by taking it away.

I guess I need to harvest souls regularly.

As for the people in front of me, why do they become more energetic after being cut off? Maybe it's because of the return of the light, or simply some kind of hallucinogenic spell is at work. I am an expert in this regard.

In short, if my guess is correct, then these seemingly happy people will probably not live long)."

After saying that, the raincoat pulled open his loose skin and revealed an ugly smile.

"Well, what you said makes sense."
To be continued...