In the reception room, after serving the tea set in the clear space, he was about to retire, and Wutong said softly: "Clear space, just stay, if you don't enter the red dust, it will be difficult to see the true Buddha." ” Qingkong listened to the host's instructions, so he had to stand quietly and add tea to everyone.
Jiang Wenhao was in the mood to drink tea, he asked Wutong urgently: "Master, is Lin Fang's soul really scattered?"
Wutong smiled silently, holding a cup of fragrant tea.
"Lin Zhengfeng, you promised me not to embarrass Lin Fang before, and promised to let her reincarnate smoothly.
But your behavior like this today is really ruthless, you are still a member of Buddhism, why don't you have a little compassion" Seeing that Wutong was making a mistake, Jiang Wenhao couldn't sit still anymore.
He had a very good relationship with Wutong during the Cultural Revolution, but now he is no longer polite in a fit of anger, and he directly calls out Master Wutong's real name in a hurry.
"Amitabha" Wutong put down the teacup and recited the Buddha's name, and said to Jiang Wenhao: "Master Jiang, although the poor monk has been in Buddhism for many years and cannot understand the Buddha's principles, he still understands the truth of all sentient beings. ” "Ah Fang is kind-hearted, even if he becomes a ghost, he has never done anything that hurts heaven and reason.
You and I have known her for many years, and you can't bear to be like this" Jiang Wenhao's face was full of sadness, and he couldn't finish his words sadly.
Ding Xiaolan looked at Wutong coldly, originally she admired Wutong for being a good student, but what he did today made her impression of him completely change.
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, he hurriedly changed the topic, walked forward and said to everyone with a smile: "Donors, let's not talk about the Dharma first, let's taste the fragrant tea of this temple."
At this tense moment, Qi Lu laughed out loud out of the air, except for Master Wutong, who was silent, everyone else looked at him in surprise, not understanding why he was laughing.
"Alas" Wutong waited for Qi Lu to finish laughing, sighed, and put down the teacup.
"Master Qi is really talented, and my little ability can't hide from your eyes after all."
Qi Lu smiled and said: "The Buddha said well, the color is not different from the empty, and the empty is not different from the color." ” "yes."
Wutong said with deep feeling: "Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color."
The same is true of what you want to do. ” The two looked at each other and laughed heartily, the hearty laughter echoing through the room through the beams.
"Hey, master, can you two not play dumb riddles, this girl is a layman, don't say anything more about Buddhist scriptures that I don't understand" Ding Xiaolan was anxious, and finally couldn't help but cry out.
Wutong smiled and said nothing, Ding Xiaolan was puzzled, so she had to turn her head and ask Qi Lu: "Say, what tricks are you playing?"
"Tricks, if you want to talk about tricks, that's also Master Wutong's tricks, I was almost deceived by him."
Qi Lu replied.
Wutong finally spoke, "Master Qi, now that you have seen through it, you might as well tell everyone the truth." ” Ding Xiaolan asked urgently: "The truth, what is the truth?"
"The truth is that Lin Fang has not appeared today at all, how can Master Wutong eliminate her."
A sunny smile appeared on Qi Lu's face.
"How is this possible" Ding Xiaolan looked at Qi Lu in surprise, and then turned her head to look at Master Wutong in surprise.
Qi Lu replied to the question: "Although Lin Fang's ghost is fake, the master's Sanskrit ghost Zen mind technique is real.
Today, you have given me a taste of the mastery that has been lost for many years, and it is really a feast for my eyes and admiration. ” "What the hell is going on, tell me quickly" Ding Xiaolan was anxious, desperate to know the answer, she really couldn't figure out how the lifeless paper figure could come to life if there was no ghost attached to it.
Seeing that Jiang Wenhao was also looking at himself with an urgent eye like Ding Xiaolan, Qi Lu no longer concealed it, he said with a smile: "The Sanskrit Ghost Zen Mind Technique is really exquisite, but it's a pity that the master chose the wrong object, so he showed me the flaws." ” When Lao Wu heard Qi Lu's words, he came back to his senses, nodded and said, "Indeed, if the parasite that the ghost attaches to is a stone or something else, it can be regarded as seamless." ” "Don't you understand" Seeing that Ding Xiaolan was still puzzled, Qi Lu uncovered the mystery.
"Such a thin piece of paper, even if the soul can cling to it, the scorching sun can still hurt it, how can it be tossed in front of the public for so long."
"Oh, I see."
Ding Xiaolan finally understood, and she then asked, "But Master, why are you doing this, can't you summon Lin Fang's ghost?"
"Not really."
Master Wutong put down the teacup and said, "I originally wanted to successfully summon Lord Lin's ghost and then transform her.
But I didn't expect that this matter was arranged very secretly, but I don't know who talked a lot, and spread the word that I had done something excessive, resulting in a cloud of pilgrims in the small temple today.
The more people there are, the heavier the yang energy becomes, and I am worried that the already fragile soul will be hurt after Lord Lin appears, so I have to make a temporary decision and play a trick in front of everyone. ” "But that paper figure is just like a living person, could it be that the master has summoned another ghost?"
Master Wutong smiled and said nothing, but Qi Lu took over the conversation and pierced this layer of window paper.
"There are no ghosts patronizing Guanyin Temple today, and the moving paper figure is just Master Wutong playing magic shows."
"Even if the master does magic and makes the paper figure move, but how does it speak, it can't be that the master arranges someone to speak for her, it's easy to goof," Ding Xiaolan broke the casserole and asked.
"Sanskrit ghost Zen mind skills are not a problem, and it is not difficult for you to speak a ventriloquist," Qi Lu looked at Wutong with a smile.
"Amitabha.
The old man did use ventriloquist to dress up the voice of a female ghost, and Qi Shizhu guessed correctly. ” "Guess, do I still need to guess" Qi Lu laughed, "The tone of the female ghost's voice is exactly the same as your tone, I've been dealing with you for so many years, can't I hear it?"
Wutong hurriedly clasped his palms together and said, "Thank you for reminding me, I will definitely pay attention to this detail next time." ” At this point, the truth of the matter was revealed, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, only Jiang Wenhao hesitated and asked Wutong: "Zhengfeng, then how are you going to treat Lin Fang, even if she has a thousand faults, you must not scatter her Yuanshen."
"I will definitely let Lord Lin have a good result, not only for her, but also for you and me."
Wutong's face turned desolate, he paused for a moment, and then said, "Actually, Master Qi is still wrong about something. ” "I said something wrong," Qi Lu thought to himself, it wouldn't be the old monk who saw me expose his tricks, and he wanted to play tricks to save face for himself "The donor thought that there were no ghosts in the small temple today, but in fact, the ghost poor monk of the Lin donor had already been recruited."
"Are you kidding" Qi Lu was suddenly unconvinced, and was about to snatch a few words, but when he saw Wutong's calm expression, he quickly swallowed what he wanted to say in his stomach, and his eyes were already looking towards Lao Wu.
Lao Wu said knowingly: "Master, today I didn't notice any flow of yin qi in your temple. ” Hearing Lao Wu say this, Qi Lu was also relieved, and he followed and said, "Yes, I haven't even seen a ghost shadow." ” "If it's just to hide those laypeople who watch the excitement, why should I use the Sanskrit ghost Zen heart technique" Wutong saw that everyone didn't believe his words, so he sat upright and put on a solemn appearance and said: "When I used the Sanskrit ghost Zen heart technique, I had quietly summoned the ghost of Lord Lin to hide it.
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At that time, your attention was on the paper man, so naturally you didn't notice it. ” Qi Lu asked: "Then where did you hide Lin Fang?"
Wu Tong stretched out his sleeves, put the wooden box on the table, and said: "In this box, Lao Gao's move can not only block the sunlight from causing damage to her, but also block the leakage of yin qi, so although the donors are masters of subduing demons and catching ghosts, they can't feel her existence." ” "Sure enough, I knew that this wooden box was your magic weapon."
Lao Wu nodded and smiled.
Wutong whispered a few words to the clear space, and the clear space closed the door, and the curtains were drawn tightly, and the room suddenly became dark.
In addition, the curtains in the reception room are specially customized light-absorbing fabrics by Wutong, and the whole room looks like bathed in darkness.
The clear space cleaned up the tea set on the coffee table, and then placed seven spirit lamps around the wooden box according to the direction of the Big Dipper, and then lit them in turn before retreating behind Wutong.
"Don't worry, this is a real soul conjuring ceremony, please wait for a while, I will let Lord Lin appear to meet you."
Jiang Wenhao's body trembled again, Qi Lu saw it in his eyes, and his heart trembled with him.
I saw Wutong stretch out his right index finger and circle the wooden box three times, and then put his palms together and recited the Great Compassion Mantra.
Before the incantation could be recited, everyone felt an eerie aura pouring in through the crack in the door, and the temperature in the room dropped suddenly, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, and their teeth chattered with cold.
There seemed to be a strange red light in the wooden box, followed by a woman's complaint, and then quietly stopped.
With this complaint, the flame of the wick of the seven spirit lamps rose sharply and then fell sharply, but the fireworks had turned blue and white.
From the bottom of the wooden box, blood oozed out at some point, slowly spreading around the coffee table.
Seeing that the blood was about to spill out of the coffee table, the blood settled on the edge of the coffee table, accumulating higher and higher without splashing on the ground.
"Ah" Ding Xiaolan couldn't help but cry out when she saw this terrifying scene, and grabbed Qi Lu's left arm with both hands again, and Qi Lu obviously felt her body trembling.
Jiang Wenhao had never seen such a strange thing, although he was not as scared as Ding Xiaolan, his eyes were straight, and he was panting heavily.
Although Qi Lu's heart was also trembling, out of professional instinct, he stretched out his right hand and lightly dipped a little blood on the coffee table and put it on his nose to sniff.
Suddenly, a pungent fishy smell went straight into his body, and he felt a thick resentment hidden in the blood.
Wutong finally finished reciting the Great Compassion Mantra, and as soon as he stood up with a wave of his sleeves, the temperature in the room suddenly rose, the flame of the conjuring lamp turned a normal golden yellow, and the blood flowing on the coffee table disappeared almost at the same moment.
Everything returned to normal, as if what everyone had just seen was nothing more than an illusion.
Qi Lu knew that Wutong had finished the ritual, and his hand subconsciously grabbed towards the wooden box, wanting to open the lid of the box to release Lin Fang's ghost.
That Zhiwutong quickly blocked Qi Lu's hand and stopped him from making further moves.
Just when Qi Lu looked at Wutong with puzzled eyes, he found that he pointed his finger in front of him.
Qi Lu then looked at it, and suddenly his heart beat irregularly.
Because in the place that Wutong pointed to, the ground had turned into a pool of flowing blood, and a headless woman in red was slowly rising in the middle of the blood.
Is she Lin Fang, could it be that Wutong really succeeded in conjuring spirits Qi Lu felt that his breathing was much more difficult, and he also gasped for breath like Jiang Wenhao.
Only Lao Wu sat firmly like a mountain, and sighed softly: "Lin Fang, you finally appeared." i0 t1706231537: