Chapter 406 Even if you recognize the boss, you have to find a powerful one
Ming Zhuo felt that it was enough. This person was just like choosing the wrong major in college. He walked the same path for decades and suddenly said that he didn't like it.
Seeing that the abbot was about to turn over and jump into the well, everyone's faces changed and they wanted to rush forward to rescue him.
Ming Zhuo didn't move, but blocked Yuan Hui, "It's okay, let him go to the well to soak and wake up."
There is no problem with the well water, and it even contains spiritual energy.
This well, as the eye of the formation, has the effect of gathering spirits, so the well water is sweet and delicious.
Once the scriptures are damaged and the well is polluted by blood, the feng shui bureau that gathers spirits will turn into a feng shui bureau that gathers yin, and it will become a fierce beast. The abbot
went deeper into the well, not because he wanted to commit suicide, but because he wanted to continue the ritual and summon the vortex.
However, after soaking in the cold well water for a long time, he almost chanted the sutras until his mouth was dry, and there was no movement at the bottom of the well.
Mingzhuo looked inside and saw the shivering abbot: "Your spirit tablet ran away a long time ago. It doesn't have the courage to come out. Do you understand? If you understand, come up obediently."
The abbot stubbornly continued to swim in the well, and did not respond to the long-lasting ritual. In the end, the monks who could not bear to watch put down the wooden bucket and pulled him up.
Mingzhuo was so bored that he even found a few pieces of watermelon and sat on a chair to eat them, and generously wanted to share them with everyone.
Everyone else was embarrassed, but Pei Di was not at all restrained. There was no chair, so he just sat on the ground, his face full of watermelon juice.
Seeing the abbot's pale face, he couldn't help but sigh: "See, it's important to follow the right boss! Even if you recognize a boss, you have to find a powerful one. What kind of person was that before? He was so cowardly and didn't even dare to fight..."
Gu Xu: "..."
Did he have any misunderstandings about the thing in the vortex?
The abbot was embarrassed and angry: "I'm like this, do you still want to humiliate me?"
Pei Di scratched his head, but couldn't quite get his anger: "You jumped into the well by yourself, and I didn't push you. What does it have to do with me?"
The abbot rolled his eyes and fainted. In the end, he was taken away by several disciples and kept under guard.
This matter is of great importance, and the treatment of the abbot still needs to be handled by Buddhist people.
Wu Nian and Yuan Hui were both sent by Buddhism to support him. They couldn't bear the abbot to continue like this. They discussed it and decided to remove the sources of pollution for the abbot.
Mingzhao didn't meddle in other people's business, didn't reveal anything about how he could absorb resentment, and went back to sleep.
When they woke up the next day, Wu Nian and Yuan Hui had just finished.
The two of them were tired all night, and their mana was almost exhausted.
Mingzhao took a look and found that the effect was just like that.
The abbot came to his senses and was not as crazy as last night, but he did not show any regret.
"You don't have to waste your efforts, I know what I'm doing." The abbot twisted his beads, slowly closed his eyes, and refused to communicate.
He did not regret what he had done, let alone almost killing his disciples.
The only thing he regretted was that he was careless with Ming Zhuo. He should have found a chance to get rid of her when she first arrived.
But even though he failed, Ming Zhuo might not have a good ending.
He knew exactly what kind of crisis was hidden in that dark river.
The sword in Ming Zhuo's hand was very powerful, and it was invincible wherever it pointed. But so what?
She was able to kill those human-faced water monsters in the dark river, but she didn't know that the truly terrifying thing was the black resentment, which was immortal and indestructible. How could a mortal body resist it?
The abbot fiddled with the Buddhist beads with a slight smile on his face. Soon, he would have more new companions.
——The
abbot’s situation was more serious than Wu Nian had imagined.
He didn’t understand why a person who devoted himself to Buddhism would one day degenerate into a demon in human skin.
Yuan Hui, on the other hand, was much more open-minded. They had done their best. If it was still not satisfactory, they just had to have a clear conscience.
In this incident, apart from the foreign monk who had half of his body chopped off by Ming Zhuo, who was the most seriously injured, and a young disciple who served the abbot was killed, the injuries of the others were stable.
This was already a blessing in disguise, otherwise I’m afraid the temple would have been flooded with blood in the past two days.
Yuan Hui thanked Ming Zhuo profusely, and the monks also knew how to adapt, and even applied for funding for Ming Zhuo.
"Master Ruan, please don't be disgusted." Yuan Hui knew Ming Zhuo's price. They were recording a program together, so it was not cheap to ask Ming Zhuo to pay.
Ming Zhuo didn't mind: "I've been very interested in Buddhism recently, so I just want to make a good connection. Master Wu Nian, when are you going to give a lecture? I'll go to your Qingmen Temple to listen to the lecture."
Wu Nian thought she was just saying it casually last time, but Ming Zhuo didn't expect Ming Zhuo to bring it up again, and she seemed very interested.
"Master Ruan wants to listen to the lecture, I'm always here."
Ming Zhuo left with great satisfaction.
When he returned to Yunwu City, Ming Zhuo fell asleep and woke up in the afternoon. It happened to be the seventh day after Liu Manling's death.
The weather has been bad these days, with continuous rain and stuffy and humid weather.
Wu Jiao called to learn about the situation at Lingquan Temple. After all, Mingzhuo was a master of Xuanmen. This time, the Buddhist sect invited him to help with the salvation of the Wanren Pit, so he must inform Xuanmen.
Mingzhuo briefly explained the situation. Wu Jiao already knew about the abbot and sighed.
"Even monks like them who have practiced for more than 50 years can't stand the pollution of resentment. Teacher Ruan, you are still young, so you must be careful not to touch those resentments!" Wu Jiao warned.
He was afraid that Mingzhuo would underestimate the enemy and fall into the trap of those resentments.
A genius like Mingzhuo, who has not experienced any setbacks and has a simple mind, might be polluted and assimilated, adding a general to the evil forces.
Then he would have nowhere to cry!
Ming Zhuo blinked, "Is that so? I know, I will be careful."
Just after the call was hung up, the phone rang again.
Ming Zhuo was a little surprised. This time it was Wu Nian who called. She didn't know what he wanted to talk to her about.
"Master Wu Nian, you..."
"Donor Ruan, did you encounter anything unusual in that cave?" Wu Nian asked hurriedly.
Ming Zhuo: "...No."
Anyway, judging from the abbot's attitude, she probably wouldn't explain anything, so she could say whatever she wanted.
Wu Nian breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good! The thing the abbot wanted to summon that day was very evil. Those resentful thoughts polluted the abbot and would also pollute others. If you find anything wrong, come to Qingmen Temple immediately. My master can remove it if it's minor."
Ming Zhuo thanked Wu Nian and finally hung up the phone.
As soon as he turned around, he felt someone standing behind him.
"Ah Xu, when did you come?" Ming Zhuo looked at his face. Fortunately, his complexion was much better than that night.
Gu Xu still had the gauze wrapped around his hands, and he looked at Ming Zhuo with a worried look, "Zhuo Zhuo, those dark resentments..."
He always felt something was wrong, those things were evil and ominous, but Ming Zhuo absorbed them all.
The phone calls from Wu Jiao and Wu Nian just now increased his anxiety.