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Chapter 37

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    There are more than a dozen unnamed and unowned old tombs in Xiangjiatun Xishan. These old tombs are very ordinary, only a few tens of centimeters high and half a meter wide. There are no monuments in front of the tombs.  It's just piled up randomly, and no one takes care of it for I don't know how many years.

    No one knows when these old tombs came out. It has been more than a hundred years since the ancestors of Xiangjiatun moved here. Since then, the old tombs have been there. After all these years, they are still the same as when they were discovered before.  The same, desolate and lonely piles there.

    In the middle of the night, the old Taoist and the monk who left from Xiang Que's house came to the grave. The old Taoist looked at the monk with some complaints and said, "Did you say you did it on purpose? Did you mean it? You old bald donkey is too thief, you know  There will be an accident in the old grave in the past two years, and the things inside will not be able to hold it down. You bald man has practiced closed-mouth meditation since the year before last, and you have been practicing it for twenty years. Oh, I went, you made my head buzzing with anger  Buzzing, if it weren't for the fact that you have no hair on your head, Daoist must have burned your head with a sun fire, I have to let you know what the sun shines in the sky"

    The old monk glanced at him indifferently, without saying a word, the old Taoist continued to ramble and say: "You Xuankong Temple, there is no normal monk. You have practiced closed-mouth meditation for twenty years without opening your mouth, and your brother has practiced bitter meditation for fifteen years.  There is a bald donkey wandering around for 30 years without knowing where he died. Who do you want me to find to partner with me to suppress these old graves? Traitors, cheap monks, the Xuankong Temple is full of cunning people  generation"

    The old Taoist chattered angrily and jumped up and cursed, but the old monk next to him just kept silent, and even closed his eyes at the end, not even looking at him.

    The old Taoist murmured for about ten minutes, then looked up at the sky and muttered: "It's time for sunflower, forget it, let your ears be clean, hurry up and get down to business, and what's the matter shut up and not open your mouth  , will the power of your recitation of scriptures be greatly reduced? Bald donkey, don¡¯t fool me, if you can¡¯t subdue the old grave today, it will be even more troublesome then, let¡¯s not talk about the village next to it, this area will be devastated  , can you give me a letter of approval? If you can¡¯t, I¡¯ll have to spend all my money.¡±

    The old monk opened his eyes and nodded, walked to the middle of the old graves and sat cross-legged, took off a string of rosary beads from his neck, folded his hands together, and closed his eyes again.

    The old Taoist sighed, and said: "If I knew that you practiced closed-mouth meditation the year before last, I would take you to Tibet to learn the ventriloquism of those lamas in Tantric Buddhism. It is much better than shutting your mouth and humming."

    Seeing that the old monk sat down, the old Taoist immediately changed his expression, waved his hand and threw out thirteen talisman papers from his Taoist robe, those talisman papers rose out of thin air, as if they had eyes, and quickly flew to the thirteen graves to cling to  On the top of the grave.

    Just after those talisman papers were pasted on the grave, a group of dark clouds quickly gathered over the old grave, covering the entire mountain forest, and the old man sealed a series of incomprehensible incantations from his mouth  .

    "A volume of divine light mantra, objects appear in the sky, read the golden light mantra, all gods will bow their hands, the Xuanzong of heaven and earth, the root of all qi, cultivate for billions of kalpas, prove my supernatural powers, inside and outside the three realms, only the Tao is the only one  ¡¤" As the mantra was uttered from the mouth of the old Taoist, the dark clouds in the midair became thicker.

    The monk sitting cross-legged in the old tomb quickly turned the Buddhist beads in his hand, and the syllables of the Buddhist scriptures began to pop out frequently from his tightly closed mouth.  Every time he uttered a syllable, a cloud of golden mist suddenly appeared in front of him, and then floated to the side of the talisman paper above the grave and slowly rotated.

    At this time, the dark cloud was getting lower and lower, and when it seemed that it was about to press down on the branches of the trees on the mountain, a dozen old graves suddenly began to surge violently.

    Thirteen old graves surged at the same time, the soil on the graves was dead with the boiled water, it boiled up, and it seemed that there were signs of exploding at any time, and the talisman papers on the graves also flickered, as if they were about to be destroyed at any time.  Open sign.

    "Can't hold you down? You have only been a spiritual being for a few hundred years. Although we are not as good as you in terms of Taoism, but in terms of means, we Gujing Temple and Xuankong Temple, you are just a little way to fight you." The old Taoist stopped chanting, his lips  Yihe bit the tip of his tongue, took a deep breath and squirted fiercely, a stream of blood was sprayed onto the talisman papers pressed on the old graves: "Determine it for me!"

    Along with the boiling soil, the talisman paper seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold, and it was pressed very flat on the grave, and the old grave that seemed to be about to explode gradually calmed down, and it was no longer as violent as before.

    "Vald donkey, I'm going to recite the Great Sky Thunder Curse." The old Taoist suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it out of thin air. The dark cloud that was originally floating in the sky was sucked by him with a wave of his hand and surrounded him. The old Taoist couldn't see the dark cloud clearly.  A series of incantations came out: "The guards of the three realms, the five emperors welcome, the gods pay homage, the thunder is used, the ghosts are frightened, the ghosts die, there is a thunderbolt inside, and the thunder godHidden name, penetrating wisdom, five energies are surging, golden light appears quickly, covering and protecting real people.  Hurry like a law"

    "Boom, boom"

    There was a thunder in the cloud, and the dark cloud that originally enveloped the old man slowly divided into thirteen parts, and then floated above the grave.

    With a loud "click", thunder flashed, and a thunderbolt hit thirteen old graves.

    At the same time, the monk sitting cross-legged in the middle of the old grave suddenly waved his hand. After the rosary beads in his hand were thrown into the air, the string of rosary beads exploded abruptly, and then the rosary beads began to scatter and shot into thirteen graves.  .

    "Puff, puff, puff" There were thirteen muffled sounds.

    "Jie" After the Buddha beads entered the grave, there was a scream that was so shrill that it would pierce the eardrums, and it resounded thousands of miles away.  , hurriedly ran out of the house and looked towards the west.

    The thunder light disappeared, the dark clouds suddenly dispersed, and the forest returned to its original state, as if the previous scene had never happened before.

    Lao Daodui sat on the ground and wiped his cold sweat, and said: "The last time the suppression was not so strenuous, I didn't expect that this time the things inside would break through the ground and could not be suppressed anymore. Hey this is  Oh, the way of heaven, no matter what kind of countermeasures you lay in between drinking and pecking, you can't escape the calculation of the way of heaven, it seems that the little guy haunted by a hundred ghosts is the solution in the end."

    The old monk in the grave stood up, walked to the old Taoist side, took out a jar from his cassock, and handed it over.

    The old Taoist did not reach out to take the jar, but folded his hands together and recited Amitabha respectfully, and said, "This is the ashes of Master Mingjing, right? The master passed away with immeasurable merit, so kind!"

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