Chapter 2 Young people’s first wooden fish

"Who are you, you evildoer? You've said a lot of things that hurt people."

Jiang Xun's original admiration for the monk's handsome skills immediately turned into contempt. Master said that the most important thing in cultivating Buddhism is to cultivate the mind. Such a monk who attacks others as soon as he opens his mouth is definitely not a serious monk.

"Bold! Are you okay? Wait a minute."

The monk pointed at Jiang Xian. He was originally planning to say a few harsh words and then find an opportunity to run away, but he realized something was wrong. Although the young man in front of him was full of the sinister and evil aura unique to ghosts, but when he looked carefully, he found that this was clearly

Just a big living person.

After traveling all over the country for so many years, he has seen a lot of terrifying ghosts. Even if they were vicious, he was lucky enough to see one or two of them by chance. However, the auras on them were not as pure and evil as the person in front of him, which made him have to become suspicious.

, has the guy in front of him come into contact with something unintentionally, or is he simply a vicious evil that has been exaggerated enough to hide from his own perception?

The monk carefully looked at Jiang Xin. The latter felt uncomfortable and couldn't help asking: "What's that look in your eyes? Have you cultivated to be a happy Buddha?"

"I am happy for you. Amitabha, this benefactor, I see that your hall has turned dark. You have been contaminated with something, uh, not very good recently?"

The monk was very tactful. He was afraid that Jiang Xun was something beyond his imagination and would offend him by saying the wrong thing, so he could only test it nervously.

"If you say so." Jiang Xun thought for a while, then naturally sat back on the grave, picked up another banana, peeled it and ate it, which made the monk's eyelids jump: "I have really hit some villains recently, and my work is not going well.

, colleagues are not welcome, and interpersonal relationships are in a mess.”

Jiang Yan sighed, his words full of bitterness: "Adults often collapse in an instant. If it wasn't because they couldn't bear it anymore, who would come to the grave in the middle of the night to steal tributes?"

"Amitabha!" The monk recited the Buddha's name and said loudly: "Don't be afraid! No one can hurt you even if you are here, poor monk!"

"Is this the life a monk should live?!"

But the monk was not panicked. Although he didn't know the reason, even the most common ghosts, even if the number was staggering, could not shake him at all. This was the arrogance of Master Tongtian.

But just when he was about to take action, pretending to be a big deal in front of Jiang Xun, and tricking him into following him back to the mountain to cultivate immortality, the ghosts suddenly stopped in their tracks.

The monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name. He was almost certain that this was some unlucky guy who had been infected with the great terror at some point.

Is it really better to move bricks than to lead stars?

But Jiang Xun didn't seem to hear what he was saying at all, and said to himself: "Seeing that you are so disabled and strong-willed, even if you are completely disabled, you still come out to act like a monster, I suddenly feel that the suffering that life has brought me is nothing at all.

What, especially that one, I don’t know if it’s the eldest brother or the eldest sister’s long legs, thank you, I suddenly feel superior again when I see you.”

"Kill That SJZ Person is a song for everyone. This is the first SJZ person I have killed this year. I hope you like it."

Jiang Xian glared at him and continued: "What I mean by this is that I used to be a monk, and my master clearly told me that there are ghosts in the world. I also followed my master to do rituals for others.

So I am not ignorant like ordinary people, I have seen the world."

The monk looked at the banana peel that was thrown on the ground with his peripheral vision, and thought to himself that even if he couldn't bear it, a normal person wouldn't be able to do such a thing, right?

"Oh?" The monk's eyes suddenly became sharp.

He is indeed a Buddhist.

After getting the wooden fish, Jiang Xun's whole temperament suddenly changed. He really seemed to be so solemn, and the monk nodded secretly.

However, if you can survive encountering such a being, you must be a person with great blessings.

Along with the dull beat, Jiang Xun actually started singing.

If you can cultivate it well, over time, you may not be able to become a mainstay among the gatekeepers.

Most of these ghosts were caused by the woman before, and their souls were mutilated. Some even had only broken bodies floating in the air, which was weird and a little funny. Even the monks had never seen this scene of hundreds of ghosts walking at night.

The first reaction was that it felt outrageous. Logically speaking, ordinary ghosts should not be able to appear on their own.

The monk's eyelids were twitching wildly. Putting aside this boy's crazy brain, his singing was so catchy and ugly!

But the monk felt that the devil's voice was ringing in his ears, and the ghosts seemed to have been redeemed. The cemetery, which was originally full of evil thoughts, soon became filled with a peaceful atmosphere.

In the monk's eyes, a golden aura emerged from the brows of the ghosts and gathered towards Jiang Xian.

"I am inspired by this situation and want to sing a song. Thank you for your inspiration."

After the song ended, Jiang's sadness was still lingering, and the ghosts in the cemetery were unwilling to leave.

Turning his head again, the monk's back was turned to him, his head slightly raised, looking up to the sky, his expression unclear.

Jiang Xian stared at the wooden fish in the monk's hand, seeming to reminisce: "I used to be a carefree little monk, living a life of romance and sensuality."

Merit!

The monk turned back and stared at Jiang Xin doubtfully, as if to say, do you want to listen to what you are talking about?

But before he could speak, Jiang Xun knocked on the wooden fish again.

And the second reaction is Danger in capital letters!

Jiang Xun waved his hand, and the ghosts actually gradually faded and disappeared in place.

How could such a seedling return to secular life? Could it be that his former master was not good enough and had poor vision?

When I looked up again, I saw that at some point, hundreds of large and small graves had been erected on each of the surrounding graves, and they were approaching with Jiang Xun as the center.

Jiang Xian nodded, and then the monk handed him the wooden fish in his hand, wanting to test its composition.

The monk's eyes lit up, and he didn't expect that he would pick up a good seed after going out for a wander. The fluency and Buddhist rhyme of the chanting were enough to make many old monks who had been in the industry for a long time sigh.

However, the trivial remarks in Jiang Xian's mouth still made him relax his vigilance a little. No matter how he looked at it, the other party was just an ordinary person.

"Let's break up."

At this time, his mind was wandering and he asked calmly:

"You said you were a monk. Can you knock wooden fish and read Buddhist scriptures?"

"I know." Jiang Xian said without thinking.

It turned out that Jiang Xun stopped chanting at some point.

"Well, that's true, but you don't seem surprised at all?"

He looked at the ghosts, who were staring at each other with eager eyes, and fell into a trance in silence.

The monk's eyes widened. He had worked so hard all day to save the souls of injustice. He even saved a bad ghost just now. In the end, he might as well earn one-tenth of the merit from a song?

Before the monk could react, the wooden fish he used to slay demons seemed to turn into a drum in Jiang Xun's hands.

But just to be on the safe side, he probed further: "Do you know that the one just now was a ghost?"

But Jiang Xun's reason was beyond his expectation: "If I were a human being and you accepted him into such a small vajra bowl, how would that be okay?"

Jiang Xian remembered that the sutra that the monk had just recited was the Ksitigarbha Sutra. After being saved, he could accumulate merits for himself and receive blessings from heaven and man. He naturally recited this sutra, not knowing that it was under the supervision of the master.

I have copied scriptures countless times.

Although they are only the lowest level of ghosts, there are so many of them.

Just when he was overjoyed to see the hunter and thought of recruiting a disciple, he found that the surrounding environment suddenly became a little cold.

"How often do you do this?"

Jiang sighed, "Why does this monk love to pretend so much?"

He put his hands on the monk's shoulders and forced him over.

"Eh?" Following the monk's exclamation, Jiang Xun replied seriously:

"This is the first time I've done anything like this."

The monk narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to see the depth of Jiang Xian.

"I used to play suona."
Chapter completed!