There are more than a dozen nameless and ownerless old graves in Xiangjiatun West Mountain, these old graves are very ordinary, only dozens of centimeters high and half a meter wide, there is no monument in front of the tomb, it is covered with weeds, it looks like it is stacked at random, I don't know how many years no one has taken care of it.
No one knows when these old tombs came out, it has been more than 100 years since the ancestors of Xiangjiatun moved over, and since then the old tombs have been there, and after all these years, they are still the same as when they were found before, desolate and lonely piled there.
Late at night, the old monk who left the family came to the grave, and the old monk looked at the monk with some complaint and said, "Did you say you did it on purpose?"
Is it intentional?
You old bald donkey is too thief, knowing that the old grave is going to have an accident in the past two years, and the things inside will not be suppressed, you thief bald actually began to practice closed-mouth meditation since the year before, and it has been cultivated for 20 years, oops, I went, you buzzed my angry head, if it weren't for the fact that there was no hair on your head, the Taoist would definitely have to burn your head with a yang fire, and I had to let you know what the sun is in the sky. ” The old monk glanced at him lightly, didn't say anything, and the old Taoist continued to babble: "You Hanging Temple, there is no normal monk, you have practiced closed-mouth meditation for 20 years and have not spoken, your junior brother has been practicing hard meditation for fifteen years and has not moved the place, and there is a bald donkey who has been wandering for 30 years and does not know where he died, who do you say I should find to partner with me to suppress these old graves?"
Traitors, cheap monks, the Hanging Temple is full of a group of cunning people. ” Lao Dao nagged and jumped up angrily and scolded, but the old monk next to him just kept his mouth shut and didn't speak, and then he even closed his eyes and didn't even look at him.
Lao Dao grinded for more than ten minutes, then looked up at the sky and muttered: "It's time for Kwai to cleanse your ears, hurry up and get down to business, what's the ......
If you can't open your mouth in Closed Meditation, will the power of your words be greatly reduced when you recite the scriptures?
Bald donkey, don't fool me, if you can't stop the old grave today, it will be even more troublesome at that time, not to mention the village next to it, this piece will have to be ruined, can you give me a letter of approval?
If you don't, I'll have to break my blood. ” The old monk opened his eyes and nodded, walked to the middle of the old tombs, sat cross-legged, took a string of prayer beads from his neck, folded his hands, and closed his eyes again.
Lao Dao sighed and said, "If I knew that you practiced closed-mouth meditation the year before last, I would have taken you to Tibetan Tantra to learn the ventriloquist of those lamas, which is much better than humming with your mouth closed." ” After seeing the old monk sit down, Lao Dao immediately looked full, waved his hand and threw out thirteen chapters of rune paper from the Taoist robe, and those rune papers rose out of thin air as if they had eyes, and quickly flew to the thirteen tombs and clinged to the top of the tomb.
Just as those runes were pasted on the tomb, a dark cloud quickly condensed over the old tomb, covering the entire mountain forest, and a series of obscure spells came out of his mouth.
"A volume of divine light mantras, things like the air, reciting the golden light mantra, all the gods are surrendered, heaven and earth Xuanzong, Wan Qi root, Guangxiu Yiyi, prove my supernatural powers, inside and outside the Three Realms, only the Tao is the only ......"
As the mantra was recited from the mouth of the old Tao, the dark clouds in mid-air became thicker.
The monk sitting in the old tomb quickly turned the Buddha beads in his hand, his closed mouth began to pop out of the Buddhist scriptures frequently, and the Buddhist scriptures actually popped out out of thin air, and every syllable popped out of the old monk's mouth, a mist glowing with golden light suddenly appeared in front of him, and then then floated to the rune paper above the tomb and slowly rotated.
At this time, the dark clouds were getting lower and lower, and when they seemed to be about to press down on the branches of the trees on the mountain, more than a dozen old graves suddenly began to surge violently.
Thirteen old tombs surged at the same time, and the soil on the tombs actually died with boiling water, and they actually boiled, and it seemed that there were signs of exploding at any time, and the rune paper on the tombs also flickered as if there were signs of being lifted at any time.
"Can't hold you down?
You have only been a spirit for hundreds of years, although we are not as good as you in terms of Taoism, but in terms of means, we have an ancient well view and a hanging temple, and you are just a small way" The old Taoist stopped chanting the mantra, his lips closed and he bit the tip of his tongue, took a deep breath and squirted violently, and a stream of essence blood was sprayed onto the rune paper pressed on the top of those old tombs: "Give it to me!"
” As the boiling soil tumbled, the rune paper seemed to be weighted with a thousand gold, and pressed on the grave very smoothly, and the old grave that seemed to be about to explode began to gradually calm down, no longer as violent as before.
"Bald donkey, I'm going to recite the Great Heavenly Thunder Mantra" Lao Dao suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it out of thin air, the dark clouds that were originally floating in the sky were actually sucked by him with a wave of his hand and surrounded him, and the old Dao couldn't see clearly when the dark clouds came out of a spell: "The guards of the Three Realms, the five emperors are welcome, the gods are salute, the servants are thundering, the ghosts and demons are frightened, the spirits are dead, there is a thunderbolt inside, the thunder god is incognito, the hole is clear, the five Qi are soaring, the golden light is fast, and the real person is covered."
Haste as a law. ” "Boom, boom......"
A thunderclap sounded in the clouds, and the dark clouds that had originally wrapped the old way slowly divided into thirteen parts, and then floated above the grave.
With a loud "click", thunder flashed, and a thunderbolt hit the thirteen old graves.
At the same time, the monk sitting in the middle of the old tomb suddenly waved his hand, and after the rosary in his hand was thrown into the air, the string of Buddhist beads suddenly exploded, and then the Buddha beads began to scatter and splash, shooting into the thirteen tombs.
"Poof, poof, poof......"
There were a total of thirteen muffled sounds.
After the Buddha bead......s entered the tomb, a scream that was so terrible that it was about to puncture people's eardrums sounded inside, resounding for thousands of miles, and the villagers who were sleeping peacefully in Xiangjiatun not far away were awakened, and hurriedly ran out of the house to look at the west.
The thunder vanished, the clouds cleared, and the forest returned to its original state, as if the previous scene had never been played out before.
Lao Dao sat on the ground and wiped a cold sweat, and said: "I didn't work so hard last time I suppressed it, but I didn't expect that this time the things inside would break through the ground and be almost uncontrollable, hey......
This is the way of heaven, no matter what you put down between a drink and a peck, you can't escape the calculations of the way of heaven, it seems that the little guy who is haunted by a hundred ghosts is the solution in the end. ” The old monk in the tomb stood up, walked to Lao Dao's side, took out a jar from his robe and handed it over.
Lao Dao did not reach out to take the jar, but folded his hands and recited Amitabha Buddha very respectfully and said, "This is the ashes of Master Mingjing, right?"
The master passed away, the merit is immeasurable, good and good!
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