Since the removal of the leader of the mountain king, strange incidents of wild beasts hurting people have continued to occur around Zhiqi Mountain.
Not only are tigers and leopards running rampant, but the originally docile and innocent cotton deer and hares have also changed their sexual orientation and do not eat grass and dew in the mountains.
Instead, they come down to bite people.
The livestock kept in captivity, even the big yellow dog used as a gatekeeper in the government office, were pecked to death by the birds on the mountain.
Nazhao chanted the Buddha's name painstakingly in the hope of receiving enlightenment from the Bodhisattva.
For more than ten days without water, the wild beasts on the mountain became more and more ferocious and began to harass the surrounding villages in groups.
Nazhao looked at the situation and had no choice but to resort to the last resort: risking his life for his life.
That night, Nazhao carried his disciples up to Zhiqi Mountain again, and sat under the old tree that had been killed by insects that day.
He wanted to commit suicide.
As long as he could save the livelihood of the people here, he felt that his death was worthy and worthwhile. .
Who allowed me to be so mean as to shoot the mountain god to death?
In the middle of the night, the wind picked up.
Nazhao saw the auras floating all over the mountains and fields, and knew that the beasts were coming to avenge their king, so he simply took off his cassock, folded it neatly, and put it aside, hoping that his dirty blood would not dirty the Buddha's.
Treasure clothing.
Sure enough, after a while, a fierce tiger jumped out of the forest, roaring and jumping around Nazhao.
The old monk was so frightened that he quickly took out his beads and recited Buddhist scriptures loudly.
For some reason, the ferocious tiger refused to take his life.
It just kept roaring at him and lingered around, refusing to leave.
It stayed like this all night.
When the sky turned white, the tiger not only did not come forward to take his life, but disappeared. .
The old monk was very perseverant and felt that God was testing him.
The more the tiger refused to bite, the more he had to persist.
It was another night of waiting, and the ferocious tiger arrived as expected, but it still didn't hurt him at all.
The old monk was very depressed and sacrificed his life to the tiger, but the tiger could not speak.
Just like that, after three days in a row, I finally saw something fishy in the photo.
After careful observation by Na Zhao, he found that although the tiger was fierce, it did not hurt anyone.
It went there on time every night, and its range of activities was only about half a foot around the cassock, never taking more than half a step.
Seeing that it looked impatient and kept slapping the ground with its tiger paws, could it be that this tiger is not here to seek life, but it has something unspeakable?
Nazhao plucked up the courage and tried to stand up.
When he moved, the tiger seemed frightened and kept running and jumping around him, as if trying to stop him from moving forward, and its roar became more desolate and sinister.
But it was useless, Nazhao knew that it was pretending to be majestic and wanted to scare him away.
The more ferocious the tiger is, the more it means it is afraid of something.
Nazhao lifted up his cassock and knelt down to check, only to feel a chill coming towards him, as if there was something hidden under the ground.
He simply started digging, and when he was two feet deep into the ground, he suddenly saw a piece of amber glass the size of a bull's eye shining brightly in the night.
It turned out that the tiger was an evil spirit transformed from the forest leader who was killed by the irradiation that day.
When it died, its scalp was on the ground and the word "王" on its forehead was buried in the ground.
The tiger's power was completely lost.
It was unwilling to give up after its death, so it turned into an evil ghost and pestered it every night.
Now that its power as a tiger was discovered, it could no longer covet the mortal world.
It roared and disappeared without a trace.
The amber-like bead that Master Zhao dug out is called "Huwei", and it is a very rare treasure that can get rid of hundreds of evil spirits.
After the chaos of the beasts was quelled, this "Tiger Power" naturally became the treasure of Zhiqi Temple.
Later, the Manchus entered the customs and the world became dominated by the braided army.
When the local officials heard that there was such a treasure, they snatched it and presented it to the palace as a tribute.
This tiger power accompanied the imperial family of the Qing Dynasty through its rise and fall, and finally became a burial object of the Empress Dowager Cixi and was brought to the Dingdong Tomb in Putuoyu.
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Speaking of this, Mr.
Sang seemed to have remembered something.
He put down the tea cup that had already cooled down in his hand and told Zhu Guanzi to tell him that it was getting late and let him prepare some tea fruits to greet the guests.
When I looked at the time, it was already midnight.
It was time for the blind cat to have a midnight snack, so I got up and wanted to leave.
Mr.
Sang refused to comply, and he kept nagging me endlessly.
He insisted that I hear the whole story before he would let me go.
I remembered that my luggage was still in Zhao Toad's shop, so I said to Mr.
Sang: "I'm really sorry.
You see, I'm not a local.
I'm just passing through Nanjing this time.
I have a train ticket in the morning and I should leave soon."
My luggage is still at my friend’s house.
If I don’t pick it up, it might be too late.
Otherwise, I’ll pay him a visit in person next time I’m in Nanjing.”
"Hehehe, you little donkey wants to leave."
Old Man Sang flicked his fingers on the wooden table a few times and smiled slyly, "I'm afraid it won't be that easy
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