Demons dancing wildly...

It happened that the rain stopped and the sky turned gloomy.

Every household dug out paper money, incense candles, and burned it at the door. Those who didn't have paper money turned pale and were about to cry, so they went around getting paper money to burn at their doorsteps.

The poor gods and evil spirits have received paper money, so naturally they cannot come in and disturb you, and the rules cannot be broken.

Without the ruined temple to live in, the poor gods and evil spirits are in urgent need of finding a new place to live. Houses are a good choice. Burning paper is to drive them away.

A certain family only had a widowed mother and a young child. The family was extremely poor and could not get any paper money to burn.

After burning the paper, the people hurriedly closed the courtyard door, hid in the house and remained silent.

The old man next door looked at the widow and sighed helplessly.

"Oh, don't worry, it's just a custom in the countryside. If nothing happens, just go inside."

After saying that, he closed the door and entered the house.

"Wow……"

The child seemed to have seen something bad and was frightened and cried. The widow picked up the child and returned to the house, closed the door tightly, hugged the child tightly and tried not to cry.

The town is quiet and quiet.

The black paper dust in front of each house was swept away by the wind, swirling and flying into the sky.

There were gusts of cold wind, and I could faintly hear the sound of chaotic footsteps. On the roof, a black cat bowed its waist and raised its tail, roaring at the muddy road. The cattle stared wildly and struggled wildly, and the copper bells jingled...

The papyrus ash leaves strange footprints...

The widow trembled all over and hugged her child tightly. She lowered her head and closed her eyes with trembling lips, praying to the gods in the sky to bless herself and her child.

However.

There were footsteps stopping in front of the door.

The devil's black hand is almost on the door!

Just then.

"How good! I, the Buddha, am merciful. With just one thought of good or evil, I sow such a cause and reap such a fruit. Everything is created by my mind."

The solemn Buddha's voice soothes fear and sorrow in the world, and eliminates the anger of poor gods and evil ghosts.

The clouds shed a ray of warm sunshine.

The linden tree at the intersection of the small town is illuminated slantingly, and the green leaves glow golden.

Under the tree, three figures walked slowly, wearing straw sandals and broken straw hats, mending old monk clothes. The old monk was a skinny man with his hands folded and chanting sutras. The sunlight filtered through the leaves and dotted the bodies of the three people. In an instant, there were no more people in the town.

Fear.

"One pure land in one place, one smile in one world, one pure thought in one thought, the heart is like a lotus blooming..."

The old monk was compassionate, the young novice looked around, and the strange boy, with his sword in his arms, looked indifferently at the poor gods and evil spirits.
Chapter completed!