I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

Uncle Huzi asked the little monk Yuankong a few words, but Yuankong never responded, just smiled at him.

Uncle Huzi suddenly felt bored, so he stopped pestering the little monk Yuankong.

I asked Tang Wu and Uncle Huzi to walk in front, and I walked behind with the little monk Yuankong. He was as quiet as if he didn't exist.

"Little Master Yuankong, I see that the monks in your temple seem to have some disabilities. I don't know how it happened, but I am just curious. If there is any offense, I hope Master Yuankong will not mind." Looking for something to say, he looked at him and said.

At first I thought he would ignore me, but unexpectedly he took a look at me and said indifferently: "The senior brothers in the temple are all abandoned babies picked up by my master from outside and raised by themselves. Being discarded by parents, there is nothing unspeakable."

As soon as I said this, I couldn't help admiring the Zen master Jueming. This is the real monk, who is compassionate and saves all beings.

"Zen Master Jueming is worthy of being an expert in Buddhism, and his level is beyond the reach of ordinary Buddhist disciples." I said with sincere admiration.

Yuan Kong just smiled and didn't speak any more.

But I looked at him, still hesitating to speak, Yuan Kong glanced at me and said: "Benefactor Wu wants to ask why the little monk is not disabled?"

I nodded and said politely, "I hope I didn't offend you."

"Amitabha, I have nothing to say, because I was regarded as an ominous person by my parents when I was born. I was golden in color, didn't cry, make noise, or eat or drink. So I was abandoned by my parents in the wilderness. Fortunately, I was met by my teacher. Only then did I bring it back to the temple to practice." The little monk said again.

I nodded, thinking that the fate of this little monk is similar to mine.

I was also regarded as an ominous person by the whole village when I was born. I was covered in long hair and had sharp teeth. I almost scared the midwife to tears.

It seems that this little monk must also have an extraordinary background, and he has been with Zen Master Jueming since he was born. Although he is two or three years younger than me, he must have practiced earlier than me. I only followed Master when I was nine years old. He started practicing since he was born, and his cultivation level is probably no worse than mine.

The two of us chatted all the way, and quickly walked down the mountain, and found Tang Wu's car on the side of the road.

After Tang Wu started the car, he looked back at me and said politely, "Master Wu, where are we going now?"

"Go directly to that restaurant." I ordered.

"Okay." Tang Wu responded, and immediately led us towards the restaurant in Jinling City.

The little monk Yuankong sat in the back row with me. As soon as he got in the car, he put his palms together, held a string of beads in his hand, closed his eyes, and was reciting scriptures.

In this way, he read all the way, and after more than two hours, we arrived near the restaurant.

At this time, it was around eleven o'clock in the evening, and there were still many pedestrians walking on this street.

Tonight, a big battle is inevitable, and I can't help but feel a little nervous.

The main reason is that I don't know much about the cultivation level of this Yuankong monk, and I don't know what methods he has. If the sloppy Taoist priest is around, I will definitely not be afraid of anything. After all, we cooperate with each other tacitly. For this cooperation, they are not very familiar with each other, so it is inevitable that they will have no idea.

It's still early, and here is a bustling business circle. Although it's past eleven o'clock in the evening, there are still many people there. We can only enter the restaurant after one or two o'clock in the morning, so we can only sit in the car and wait. .

The little monk Yuankong has always been calm, sitting in the back seat for several hours without moving, just chanting scriptures silently.

I have never seen such a monk, so pious.

Soon it was the dead of night, and there was no one around the restaurant.

I opened the car door and got out of the car. When I was about to call out to the little monk Yuankong, he had already opened his eyes and followed me down with a string of rosary beads in his hand.

Uncle Hu Zi and Tang Wu also got out of the car and followed behind the two of us.

I looked back at the two of them, and said: "This time, I will go in with little master Yuankong, and you two should not follow."

"Master, I have to follow, you have to have a helper." Uncle Hu Zi said.

"The ghosts in this building are very fierce, not much worse than the dormitory building of Yanbei University, but I don't know what I will encounter in a place where 200 people died. It may not be able to protect you well, you still Wait here with Mr. Tang." I looked at Uncle Huzi and said.

"Since Young Master Wu won't let us follow, let's just wait here, so as to save trouble for Young Master Wu like last time." Tang Wu also said aside.

Uncle Huzi really wanted to follow, he was the kind of foodie and fun-loving one, while Tang Wu was completely startled by the scene last night.

He is not afraid of fighting people desperately with a knife. This kind of ghost is not something ordinary people can deal with. Let alone a knife, a gun is useless.

Therefore, Tang Wu Shiba had no choice but to let him follow.

Uncle Huzi didn't insist anymore, and followed Tang Wu back to the car.

"Master, be careful, if something goes wrong, we can go to the mountain to find Zen Master Jueming." Uncle Huzi urged.

I nodded, and brought little monk Yuankong to the gate of the restaurant.

Reaching out and pushing gently, the door opened with a creaking sound, and a gust of cold wind immediately blew in front of it.

I glanced at the little monk Yuankong, he didn't chant sutras anymore, but folded his palms together, hung the string of rosary beads between his two thumbs, and walked slowly towards the room.

Not long after the two of us entered the house, the door closed by itself.

Little Monk Yuankong's delicate eyes flickered slightly, a golden light emerged, and he used the method of Celestial Eye.

I was also quite surprised by this trick. It is not easy for a Buddhist practitioner to reach the level of Celestial Eye. The young monk has already understood this technique at such a young age. For this time, my confidence has increased a lot. point.

"Master Yuankong, those ghosts should be gathered on the third floor. We only went to the second floor last time, and we evacuated because of an emergency." I said.

Yuan Kong nodded, took a step forward, and walked straight towards the stairs.

I followed him, and just after a few steps towards the stairs, I heard various strange movements from all directions in the hall on the first floor, such as footsteps, crying, and Laughter and tragic wailing sounded straight into his forehead.

After a while, a lot of ghost shadows suddenly appeared from all directions on the first floor, and they began to approach us.

Good guy, start working as soon as you come in, these ghosts are quite anxious.