Chapter 166 Young Monk Huikong

The young monk Huikong looked solemn: "I will use the Ksitigarbha Sutra and the Diamond Sutra to help these dead souls to transcend, but they are trapped by the ghost curse and will inevitably be filled with resentment.

If it is just resentment, it is fine. I am afraid that this ghost monk has other means. At that time, there will be resentful spirits. If there are really resentful spirits, I will leave it to the two donors."

"Well, just recite the scriptures."

"Then I will start." The young monk Huikong is a straightforward person. He does not need to make more arrangements. He came to the entrance of the village, ignored the creepy eyes cast on him, sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a string of Buddhist beads in his hands, and began to recite the scriptures.

Once the scriptures were recited, with him as the center, one by one, the Buddhist scriptures crawled towards the surrounding villagers like ants.

If it were a living person, seeing such a strange direction, most of them would kneel down devoutly and shout the holy monk, but now these villagers who looked no different from living people showed fear and fled in panic.

Some villagers wanted to escape from the village. Just as they were about to leave, they suddenly ran into an invisible wall and a golden light burst out.

Huang Feng looked up and found that there was a golden statue of Ksitigarbha that was looming, covering the entire village, making it impossible for these villagers to escape.

"Do you really need our help?" Huang Feng said to Gao Ying beside him.

"If he says it will be used, it will be used."

"You seem to believe him very much."

Gao Ying looked at him: "Monks don't lie. If you say it, I definitely don't believe it."

"Senior sister, you are going too far."

Before Huang Feng finished speaking, something unexpected happened. When the golden Buddhist text climbed onto the villagers, these people let out a roar, their eyes were instantly dull, and they were covered by black mist. They opened their mouths and spit out streams of black air.

These black air gathered in the air and an evil spirit appeared.

The evil spirit stared at Huikong, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his hands, and the Yin Qi turned into a big axe and chopped it hard.

Huang Feng raised his hand and used the Nine Styles Secret Technique to chop at Huikong's axe, which was instantly defeated. When the evil spirit turned its head to look at him, its forehead was pierced again.

But the scattered axe and evil spirit soon gathered together again and were safe and sound.

Huang Feng: "..."

It seems that the evil spirits encountered recently are difficult to kill.

Gao Ying said on the side: "It seems that in order to solve this evil spirit, in addition to killing these villagers, we can only wait for Huikong to be liberated. We just need to help him hold it back."

Huang Feng sighed. It is indeed more difficult to save people than to kill people.

Fortunately, they are all ordinary people, and there are not many people in this village. Even if there are ghost curses, the evil spirits gathered together are still difficult to threaten them.

Huang Feng can stop the evil spirits without hurting the villagers' souls with only the Nine-Five Styles.

As the golden Buddhist texts slowly climbed up the villagers' bodies, when Buddhist texts flowed into the villagers' mouths or printed on their eyebrows, the power of the evil spirits was weakened.

When the ghost curses on all the villagers were resolved by the Buddhist scriptures, the evil spirits in the air slowly dissipated.

The villagers bathed in the Buddha's light, the black fog covering their eyes dissipated, and their eyes regained their brilliance. These people looked at the three people at the entrance of the village, and at this moment they were really no different from living people.

Huikong stopped chanting, opened his eyes, and sighed: "It's just a flash of light."

Among the villagers, a woman seemed to recognize Gao Ying. She walked out of the crowd, took a few steps, and realized that she had no time. She looked at the entrance of the village and shouted loudly.

No sound came out of her mouth, but Huang Feng read what she wanted to say.

Daughter, I'm sorry!

Huang Feng glanced at Gao Ying quietly, wondering if this belated apology could make the senior sister completely let go of the past.

The souls of the villagers drifted away peacefully, and the bodies fell to the ground one after another. Without the support of the ghost curse, they became a pile of rotten corpses.

Seeing this scene, Huikong said, "Amitabha, we are lucky to live up to the trust of the donor Gao. These people can rest assured."

"Thank you." After Gao Ying thanked him, he said nothing more. He raised his gun and shot the ground. After a loud bang, a deep pit appeared in the village.

Without saying anything more, the three of them worked together to bury the villagers.

Only then did Gao Ying ask, "Did you finish the things in Shulu during the few days I was away?"

Huang Feng said, "It's settled, but there will be more troubles later. If you don't plan to return to the sect and continue to travel, you must be extra careful."

"I know, what about you?" Gao Ying asked.

"Master didn't even tell me where the sect is. I'll just stay in Zhaoyang recently."

"I heard that Princess Changning is as beautiful as ice and jade, the most beautiful woman in the world? No wonder you don't want to go anywhere else. It's a pity that I missed it this time and didn't see her."

"Vulgar, you are too vulgar, am I that kind of person!" Huang Feng criticized, "Huikong is still here, don't lead him astray."

Huikong on the side said seriously: "Amitabha, I heard that too."

"You are not a serious monk!"

"How is this not serious?"

"Hearing is false, seeing is true, understand."

"Donor, you are right, I have learned from you." Huikong thought about it and felt that it made sense. After speaking, he asked curiously, "So the rumors are false?"

"That's not the case."

Gao Ying said angrily: "Then what are you talking nonsense about."

Huang Feng couldn't help teasing Huikong: "You helped my sister, so you helped me. Let's go to Shulu. I'll treat you to wine, meat and brothels."

Before he finished speaking, Gao Ying thrust her spear forward.

Huang Feng pulled away and said with a smile: "Sister, I'm leaving first. Take care of yourself, little Huikong. See you again if we're lucky."

Huikong was still serious: "I'm not a little monk!"

Leaving Shulu, Huang Feng hurried back.

At this moment, Li Motang had returned to the capital. In the imperial study, Li Yin looked at the account book in his hand and remained silent.

Li Motang said angrily: "Father, have you known about these things for a long time? So you deliberately didn't let your daughter investigate."

Li Yin looked up: "Are you questioning me?"

Li Motang: "Yes."

Li Yin threw the account book and wanted to get angry, but the words of reprimand came to his lips and he didn't say them. He sighed: "Although I have some guesses, I have no evidence. As you think, I don't want the fight between our ancestors thousands of years ago to be dug up again and let others comment on it. And I really didn't expect that this matter has been involved until now."

"Father, what was the truth back then?"

"Do you think I would know Do you know?"

"What does your father plan to do?"

Unexpectedly, Li Yin was unwilling to say more, and his words became harsh again: "You don't need to worry about this matter anymore, I will make the decision."

"Father!"

"Okay, I'm tired, you can leave."

Li Motang was angry, but she couldn't stay in the imperial study. She was ready to leave angrily. When she walked to the door, she suddenly turned back and asked: "Father, my daughter has another question. Why doesn't Daxia have mountain gods and land gods?"

Hearing this question, Li Yin's face changed slightly. After a moment of silence, he said: "I don't know what's going on in the sky. Wait for you to open the gate of heaven and tell me."