Om,

A Buddha's name came from outside.

Ah, the man suddenly covered his hand around his neck, his face looking ferocious and ugly, as if he was in his throat, unable to swallow or vomit.

"You, what's wrong with you?!"

In an instant, the woman who had been aged ten years old looked panicked when she saw this, hid aside and protected her child.

"You are from Buddhism, and I have no grudges and no grudges. Why do you ruin my good deeds?" The man sat on the bed and shouted at the outside, looking like a madman.

Well,

The response to him was the Buddha's name.

Ah! He covered his head, jumped out of the bed and rushed to the yard.

A pair of eyes stared at Wusheng, with madness, anger, murderous intent, and chaos in his eyes.

"It's you? You want to kill me, come on!"

He shook his head, opened his mouth, and stretched his hands in the air, like a madman.

Woolen cloth,

Wusheng doesn’t speak, he just concentrates on urging magic power to recite Buddhist mantras.

The surrounding houses and the earth under your feet shook.

Oh, a black air suddenly poured out from the man's body like a long river, and rushed straight into Wusheng.

He sucked the vitality and yang energy of the villagers in the village. At a critical moment, he was interrupted by the other party with Buddhist mantras, and was retaliated by magic, and then moved forward layer by layer. One word is like a mountain, and one word is heavier than the other, which hurts the body and the soul. The sudden serious injury made him lose his composure and was unable to cast magic. He could only abandon his body and escape, but he did not want the other party to chase him. In fact, because of the injury, his cultivation has not yet been exerted.

Without the body, the soul escaped in a hurry, and the magic weapon also landed there. It was really awkward and had fewer methods to fight the enemy.

Bo,

The mantra shouted out, and the black air like a long river was split in Wusheng in half.

The man staggered two steps, and the black gas that rushed out of his body suddenly broke.

Cough cough, puff, I vomited blood.

"I'll leave, he's dead!" He pointed his hand at his head.

Before Wusheng could open his mouth, a green light flew out and flew towards the sky, and the man immediately collapsed to the ground.

Mi,

The sound of the Sanskrit in the sky is rolling,

The Taoist soul trembled and fell to the ground, transformed into a human form, looking at Wusheng, and was still dressed like a Taoist in purple.

"Why do you just hold me tightly? Don't you Buddhism talk about compassion and saving all living beings? Do you know how many people I have saved? Ah!"

"You're also asking for help?"

"You also saw that day. I cured their illness. They were very happy. Are they? After curing their illness, it would not be too much for me to collect some yang energy and vitality from them, right?"

"Where are the people from those two villages?"

"I want to survive. I can save more people when I live. Without two villages, I can save ten villages and one hundred people. One person can live a hundred people. This is a great kindness!"

You go and die!

Wusheng pointed his fingers with anger, as if it was thunder.

The fingertips shine brightly, as if there was a small sun.

The soul of the purple-clothed Taoist was about to escape, but it seemed that something was pressing on his body. Seeing the Buddha's finger approaching and unable to escape, he had to emit a black air, like a long river of waves.

These are the dead air and diseased air that he extracted from those patients when he was curing and saving lives. When ordinary people encounter these two airs, they may get sick at a very small amount, and they may die on the spot. The purple-clothed Taoist did not know how many patients he had found and collected such a strong disease and death.

The long finger broke through the aura like a long river, and came to the Ziyi Taoist, and landed on his body and chest.

His whole body trembled, and the aura emitted from his body suddenly dissipated.

Ha ha,

Hot, so hot!

He felt a fire burning in his chest. When he looked down, he saw that there was a fire on his chest, which was really burning. Then cracks appeared on his body, like a spider web, and it quickly spread to his body from the position of his chest. The widest one started from the chest, passed through the neck, and went straight to the center of his eyebrows.

The purple-clothed Taoist stood there, and before his soul was about to be destroyed, his crazy eyes returned to the clarity.

"Is such an ending?"

“When did I become?”

There were scenes before him. He was once a kind monk who had achieved success in learning Taoism, went down the mountain to practice, saved lives and helped the wounded, eliminated violence and was safe and sound. He had a chivalrous spirit, but he had made a name for himself. However, he was used to life and death, so he thought too much. When he returned to the mountain, his master who loved him the most was sick. At this time, he realized that monks would get sick and die. He was taking care of his belt by the bed but did not try to keep his master. Before his death, his master told him that adult immortals could live for thousands of years. Since then, he began to change.

"I'm wrong, one step wrong, one step wrong!" he sighed.

The glass is broken, and there are still fragments. The soul is broken, and it is destroyed, without any trace.

Amitabha,

Wusheng has no sympathy for such a person.

The remorse before his death can only be said to be that there is still a trace of goodness in his heart, but what he does is a great evil.

He returned along the same road and passed by the house. He heard the woman's wailing, hoarse and old.

He thought about it and pushed the door in. He saw her holding her man and crying. There was a child next to him, and she was crying. The mother and son were so helpless.

Neighbors on both sides heard the shouts and came to visit them. When they saw the woman, they were shocked. What happened? When I saw her this afternoon, I was fine. Why did I feel like I have become a different person when I saw her again at night, my hair turned gray and my face had wrinkles. It seemed that I had become ten years older in less than a night.

Someone asked what happened, and the woman cried and said it roughly. After hearing this, the neighbors' faces changed drastically, and their eyes were full of horror.

"This is a monster!"

Several people didn't dare to stay here anymore, and quietly left the family and returned home to put the door in.

The remaining few people were surprised to see Wusheng coming in.

Where did such a stranger come from in the middle of the night? Could it be that monster? Several people took two steps back, and their faces turned pale due to worry and fear.

"let me see."

Hearing Wusheng's words, everyone on the side moved aside. He came to the man, took out a "Soul Rest Pill" to take him, reached out and pressed him on the top of his head, there was a faint Buddha light in his palm, and recited the Buddhist scriptures silently. After a moment, the man woke up slowly.

"Me, what's wrong with me?" The voice was weak.

Seeing that his man woke up, the woman was surprised and happy, and hurriedly kowtowed to Wusheng to thank him.

"Get up quickly." Wusheng helped her up.

The person next to him helped the man into the room, and Wusheng followed him into the room.

The man was forcibly occupied by his body and hurt his soul. He looked listless. This was definitely not a "soul retention pill" that could be cured well. He had no idea how much effect his Buddhism could play.

As for this woman?

He turned to look at the woman who looked a little old. Her vitality and yang energy were extracted, so that she seemed so old.

He reached out to cover the woman's head and felt her body tremble slightly due to uneasiness.

"Don't be afraid."

Wusheng slowly activated the Dharma, and there was a faint Buddha light on his palm.

When the woman was urging Buddhism and chanting scriptures, a faint light was shrouded in her body, and some of these lights seemed to be integrated into her body.

"Look, Kobayashi's mother's hair seems to have become darker and her face has fewer wrinkles." Someone next to her said softly.

"Shh, please lower your voice."

After a while, Wusheng put away his magic power and looked at the woman. He felt better, and his face became red.

“The Dharma is indeed useful.”

"The Great Sun Tathagata is light, and vitality can be revealed in the light. Of course, the fire of the sun can also burn everything, and the light is destruction and removal."

At this moment, Wusheng's understanding of this method of practice became a little deeper.

The woman was not worried about Wusheng quickly, and kowtowed and asked to pay.

Wusheng gave in to him one by one, and after giving a lot of explanation, he said goodbye and left.

There is another village full of dead people. He was anxious to chase the purple-clothed Taoist, but he had never dealt with those who died. After a long time, there would be a change, so he wanted to go back and deal with it.

When he returned to the village, the body of the purple Taoist was still there. He carefully checked it and found that there was a small Ruyi bag on his body, which was stained with blood, and he didn't know what was inside.

Wusheng will receive it aside for the time being.

Then I went to the village and checked carefully from house to house. It turned out that I was a stranger.

Wusheng sighed and came to the middle of the village. Looking at the wandering souls, they all seemed to be crazy, which was really pitiful. After a long time, one or two evil ghosts would inevitably appear in it.

Who would have thought that he would never wake up again after just a sleep?

It turns out that things in the world are impermanent, and misfortunes and blessings are unpredictable!

When the Dharma of No Life and Fortune is recited, the Buddha was born in waves and spread to every corner of the small mountain village. The unjust souls who had just died in vain stood there quietly, listening to the Buddhist scriptures.
To be continued...