Chapter 449: The Black Coffin of Yin Si
The female donor's words made Monk Kong feel a little embarrassed.
After coming here for several days, I finally waited until Wu Sheng came to an end.
"Master, I'm sorry to help you."
"I remember, don't you have a Buddha statue in your home?" Wu Sheng asked. Ningjia Village is not big, there are only a few people in the village, and Wu Sheng basically knows them all.
"The one at home was invited by my eldest brother." The woman did not hide this matter from Wu Sheng.
"Your elder brother?"
"It's in another village, nearly twenty miles away from Ningjia Village." The woman said, "Master, you won't blame me, right?"
"It's okay, as long as you are sincere. Why did your elder brother invite the Buddha statue?"
"Something strange happened in his village."
The woman then told Wu Sheng and others about the strange things that happened in her hometown village.
"Is there anything unclean on the mountain?"
"Yes, no one dares to go up the mountain now, but among those who have been there, no one is still alive except my father. This is also because of the Buddha statue." The woman said.
Monks Wu Sheng and Kong Kong looked at each other, and then consecrated the Buddha statue with Dharma.
The female benefactor then went to the main hall, respectfully burned three sticks of incense, and then left Lanruo Temple very happily with the Buddha statue.
Although she prayed to the Buddha statues and burned incense every day as usual these days, she always felt that something was missing. Thinking about it carefully, it was the Buddha statues that had changed and seemed to be missing a little bit of spirituality. So she prayed to the Buddha statues every day and burned incense.
When I came to Lanruo Temple, I never gave up even if it rained. I can be considered a pious person.
As for why she had to wait for Wu Sheng to come back, she felt that the other monks were not very reassuring. After all, in these years, what those three monks had done was really unflattering, including cheating and abduction.
, sneaking around, that is, after Master Wusheng came, they changed their minds, and all the Buddha statues in Ningjia Village were illuminated by Wusheng, and they were all very efficacious.
"Master, let me go to the village at the foot of the mountain first."
According to what the woman said, there must be some kind of monster on the mountain. It has killed nearly ten people and made people in the village panic.
"It's time to go and take a look. Be careful about everything."
"Know."
After the female donor left, Wu Sheng followed him down the mountain.
He quickly found his hometown that the woman on the mountain had just mentioned, a mountain village more than 20 miles northeast of Ningjia Village.
This mountain village is built in a mountain depression and is surrounded by mountains on three sides.
Looking from a distance, Wu Sheng saw a gray-black aura above the mountain village, which was extremely ominous. A black aura rose into the sky from the mountain to the north of the mountain village, as straight as wolf smoke.
Ghost aura! A very strong ghost aura.
Wu Sheng came to the mountain in one step, and a cold and cold breath came over him.
The source of the ghostly aura was a coffin, a black coffin. The coffin was smashed into the mountain and broke through the hard rock. Only the lower half of it was exposed, exuding an extremely strong cold ghostly aura.
The whole body of this black coffin is made of strange black iron, with runes and spells engraved on it. The outside is also sealed with thick iron chains. Judging from the fact that the coffin is inserted into the mountain, it seems to have fallen from mid-air.
Fallen.
The vegetation around the coffin has withered, and even the soil and rocks are blue-black, full of lifeless energy, with no trace of life. The ghostly energy is constantly spreading out from the black iron coffin like a tide.
After Wu Sheng landed on the ground and came near the strange coffin, the black energy immediately surged towards Wu Sheng like a tide.
Buddha's palm, subduing demons.
The Buddha's light is like fire, instantly melting all the ghost energy.
He walked in and carefully looked at the incantation on it. In the middle of the coffin, Wu Sheng saw two familiar words.
Hell!
This coffin came out of the underworld?! Then why did it fall here?
Ouch, a harsh and strange scream suddenly came from the coffin.
Om,
Wu Sheng said a Buddhist mantra, and the coffin trembled a few times, and then immediately became much more peaceful.
What could be inside this? Evil ghost, Rakshasa?
No matter what is contained here, he must get rid of this black coffin and cannot leave it here, otherwise this place will soon become a dead place, and now the nearby mountain village has been affected.
"Should it be moved, or should it be disposed of here?"
After thinking for a moment, he first set a Buddhist spell near the black coffin to lock the scattered ghost energy. Then he rushed back to Lanruo Temple and called Monk Kong to let him see what it was.
"This is the black coffin of the Yinsi! Why does it appear here?" Monk Kong was shocked when he saw the black coffin.
"It looks like it fell from the sky. What is the origin of this black coffin?"
"It is rumored that this black coffin is a magical weapon used to imprison ghosts in the underworld. How could it appear in the human world?"
"Could it be that an envoy from the underworld passed by with this black coffin, and something went wrong and was left here?" Wu Sheng speculated.
"The messengers of the underworld transporting the black coffin will not take the road to the earth."
"Master, why does it appear here? Let's ignore it. How should we deal with it? The ghost energy in it is constantly spreading. If left unchecked, this place may become a dead place."
"Then transcend the ghosts inside!"
"Salvation, how to save it?" Wu Sheng stared at the black coffin.
"Should the ghosts inside be saved through the coffin, or should the coffin be destroyed along with it?"
"This black coffin is made of black iron from the underworld. It has a strong restraint effect on ghosts. It is also very strong and extremely difficult to be destroyed." Monk Kong walked up to the black coffin and stood in front of it.
Three feet away, he stretched out his palm and hung it in mid-air.
The biting cold air and ghost energy emitted, like countless hair strands piercing the empty monk, and was instantly chopped into pieces by his sword.
"The things locked in here are very troublesome!" Kong Kong looked solemn.
"How about I try it directly?"
"What do you think?"
“Dry steamed shaomai.”
"What?" Monk Kong was stunned. "Why do you still want to eat!"
"What I want is to put this black coffin on the fire and bake it directly." Wu Sheng gestured with his hands.
"Ordinary fire will definitely not work."
"Then no need for ordinary fire."
"Try?"
"Try it."
Wu Sheng activated his magic power and circulated it on his right hand. The Buddha's light beat and slowly changed. A palm fell on the black coffin, and flames poured out from his palm, instantly covering the entire black coffin.
With a click, the mountain rocks were directly burned to pieces by the flames, and then replaced with powder. The black coffin was quickly revealed.
Wu Sheng lifted it with one hand, and the thick black coffin floated gently up, and then he held it with one palm. The Buddha's light in his palm turned into flames and spurted out, and the scorching power poured into the black coffin.
The black coffin kept shaking in his hands.
Then a large amount of ghost energy continuously overflowed from it, resisting the flames of the transformation of the inanimate Dharma, but it was like a moth flying into a flame, and was burned to the ground in an instant without leaving any ashes.
There was a clattering sound, and the chains that tied the black coffin were suddenly loosened for some unknown reason.
Bang, bang, there were several sounds in succession, and eight black iron nails more than a foot long flew out from the four sides of the coffin and drove into the soil, leaving several small holes and emitting smoke.
Chapter completed!