"Go to sleep, we have to travel tomorrow." Monk Kong said.

He fell to the ground, and soon he started snoring again.

"The quality of sleep is so good!" Wang Sheng exclaimed.

He was lying on the ground, his head resting on his hands. He couldn't sleep no matter what. He was so frightened that he was sweating all over. How could he dare to sleep?

"Could it be that I saw it wrong and had an hallucination?"

As soon as I closed my eyes, I thought of the ghost with long hair and white clothes, and hurriedly opened my eyes.

Huh, hiss,

This nightmare is definitely inevitable.

Woo, the wind picked up again, making the broken doors and windows creak loudly.

Wang Sheng's body suddenly tensed up.

Isn't it coming again?

It was the same prelude just now, and then a ghost in white clothes appeared floating outside.

Just when he remembered, he suddenly found a person lying in the hole in the roof. His long black hair hung down and his face could not be seen clearly. The long hair parted by itself, revealing a small half of his pale face and a red head.

Her eyes, which had mostly protruded from their frames, were staring at him.

Ghost, ghost, ghost!

He trembled all over and wanted to shout, but found that his throat seemed to be strangled. He could only make a slight sound that he could hear himself. He wanted to move, wanted to get up and run, but found that his body was not listening, as if

It's like being frozen.

The white-clothed ghost on the roof came down from the hole, put its head down, stretched out its blue and black skinny hands, and then floated down like a big spider.

"Wake up, it's empty, wake up, there's a ghost!" Wang Sheng was sweating profusely and wanted to shout but couldn't.

"Amitabha, Amitabha, Buddha bless, Jade Emperor, Avalokitesvara, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Fighting Holy Buddha, save me, save me!"

The ghost fell down slowly and lightly, getting closer and closer.

"Buddha, Buddha, I am a monk. I am a monk at Lanruo Temple. I will not return to secular life. Please save me!"

The blue-black palm fell on Wang Sheng's shoulder. Suddenly, he felt a biting chill, as if a large piece of ice was pressing on his shoulder, and his whole body froze instantly.

"It's over, Buddha, where are you?" At this moment, Wang Sheng's thoughts were all gone.

"Kong Kong, don't sleep. Get up and run. There is really a ghost!" He wanted to shout one last time, but he really couldn't.

That pale face and those blood-red eyes are getting closer and closer.

Prajnaparamita,

Wang Sheng suddenly recited this Buddhist sutra.

The ghost in front of me suddenly stopped.

Useful, or an illusion?

"Prajna Paramita, Prajna Paramita."

The ghost in white stopped there, motionless. His dark hair was still stained with mud, and his blood-red eyes were staring at Wang Sheng, very close at hand.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, saw that the five aggregates are empty, and survived all the hardships. Relics, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color..." Wang Sheng recited the scripture silently.

My whole body was trembling, my eyes were closed, and I just chanted sutras without looking at the ghost.

After a while, he found that the chill on his shoulders had dissipated and he could make a sound. When he opened his eyes again, the ghost was no longer in front of him. He raised his head but couldn't see it. Looking around, he couldn't see it either. It seemed to have left.

Bang, bang, monk Kong Kong next to him snored. He slept soundly, but he didn't have anything to worry about.

"What the hell kind of luck is this? Why are you staring at me? Why don't you try this juicy and delicious one?!"

Wang Sheng sat where he was, his body still trembling slightly when he remembered what happened just now.

Ghost, it was definitely a ghost just now. He was very sure that it was definitely not an illusion.

The horror he saw with his own eyes, the biting coldness he felt personally, was absolutely unmistakable. He stretched out his hand to rub his shoulders, and gently opened the clothes on his shoulders. Five blue fingerprints were clearly visible on his shoulders.

.

He looked up at the roof and then out the window.

"What kind of world is this?"

It's still dark outside, and I don't know when it will get light.

He couldn't sleep, and he didn't dare to sleep, for fear that the ghost would come again if he fell asleep, and his life might be gone by then.

The night was long, he couldn't sleep, and had nothing to do, so he got up, sat cross-legged, and softly recited a Buddhist sutra.

"Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra"

I never thought that the Buddhist scriptures I had memorized on a whim in my previous life could also play a role in exorcising ghosts here.

The scripture is not long, only three hundred words.

He read it over and over again. At first, he just recited it, and his mind was still very confused. Gradually, his mind calmed down, and he didn't think about anything else, just reciting the Buddhist scriptures.

Fear, irritability, worry, and all other complicated emotions disappeared.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already bright outside, and the morning light filtered into the house through the broken windows and roof.

The night has passed.

Ah, the empty monk on the ground also woke up, sat up and stretched.

"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?" he asked looking at Wang Sheng who looked tired.

"There was really a ghost yesterday," Wang Sheng said.

"There is no ghost, it's because your heart is impure." Monk Kong said.

"If you don't believe me, look at it." Wang Sheng lifted up his clothes and exposed his shoulders. He was stunned there.

On the shoulder, the bruises on the five fingers disappeared without knowing when.

"What are you doing?" Monk Kong was shocked when he saw this.

"Wusheng, you have to respect yourself!"

"I..." Wang Sheng took a deep breath.

"Forget it, you don't believe me even if I say it, let's continue on our way?" Wang Sheng said.

"Let's find a place to beg for alms first?"

"You're not going to Xiaohong's house, are you?"

"How can that be done? Her family is not rich either. Let's find someone else." Kong Kong said.

"Ah, I thought you would go again shamelessly."

About half an hour later, the two of them came out of Ning Xiaohong's home again.

"Thank you, donor. Thank you. Buddha will bless you."

"Two masters, walk slowly." Ning Xiaohong said with a smile.

After watching the two monks go away, the young girl turned around and went home.

"Kuang, you are so shameless!" Wu Sheng said.

"You ate more than me just now." Kong Kong said.

"How did you get around? Why do the people in this village dislike you so much?!" Wang Sheng said.

Just now, the two of them walked around the village and knocked on the doors of more than a dozen houses. When someone saw it was them, they closed the door with a bang without saying a word. This is good, and

There was a woman who was seven feet tall, broad-shouldered and round-waisted, with a face as big as a basin. When she saw that she was empty, she cursed loudly.

"You come here every day to steal chickens, and you still have the nerve to beg for help. If you don't go away, I'll beat you to death!"

Monk Kong was running away in embarrassment, like a bereaved dog.
Chapter completed!