Master Yide?
Ning Hong held Ning Zhaozhao's hand and stood aside listening for a while.
He did have some recollection of this Master Yide.
After all, I've heard it far too often over the past year and a half.
A truly enlightened and virtuous monk.
They are most skilled at slaying demons and upholding justice.
However, his overly rigid personality offended quite a few people.
"Master, are there really evil spirits here?" On the mass grave, Master Yide sat cross-legged on the ground, turning the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand and chanting the Rebirth Mantra.
The people in this mass grave are all pitiful.
They died without a burial place, and no one came to send them off.
He then saw them off, saying, "If there is an afterlife, I hope you will all be safe and sound, and enjoy long and happy lives."
"Master, this place is a bit eerie."
The young novice monk trembled with fear.
"Don't be afraid. I've never done anything wrong in my life, so what's there to be afraid of? Your master is here."
"But Master, even though I haven't done anything wrong, I'm still very scared!"
The young novice monk grew up in the temple and naturally never did anything wrong. He had never even killed an ant.
But at this moment, seeing this chaotic burial ground where the wind was howling, he felt a chill in his heart, and a coldness crept into his mind.
"Master, why don't we go back to the temple first and find a few more fellow disciples to come over?"
"The demonic energy here is too strong." Yi De sighed; it was too late.
Thick fog suddenly rose around the mass grave, enveloping the entire area.
The young novice was so frightened that he trembled and hid behind Master Yide.
“Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, the Buddha’s teachings are boundless. Turn back and you will find the shore. Do not make the same mistake again.”
"Hehehe, you old bald monk, you said you'd let me turn back to the right path. If I did turn back, I'm afraid those so-called righteous people would tear me apart, cut off my head, and hang it up to show off your righteous power."
A clear and playful voice came from the other side of the mass grave.
"It's a girl?"
Is this scourge of the region actually a female ghost?
"Hahaha, you've got it wrong, I'm not a girl."
It turned into a man's voice again.
"If you are willing to convert to Buddhism, this humble monk guarantees that you will be safe and sound."
"What about the people I killed? I've killed so many people, and if I convert to Buddhism, they can be forgiven? Wouldn't that be too unfair to those who died by my hand?"
“You can recite the Rebirth Mantra for them a few more times so that they can have a good rebirth in their next life,” Yide sighed.
"donor--"
"I think you could ask the dead first, see if they'd like to. Hahaha—"
Oh no, Master Yide's expression changed slightly.
He pulled the young novice monk back a step.
A series of disordered footsteps immediately sounded ahead.
Master Yide looked closely and saw that several corpses suddenly stood up from the smoke and attacked them.
He clasped his hands together, and a long string of incantations came from his mouth.
These incantations transformed into golden ropes, binding the ghouls together and crushing their corpses one by one.
“Master, monks are supposed to be compassionate, how can you be so cold and heartless? Bodhidharma, the Patriarch of the East, sacrificed himself to feed an eagle, how can you not do the same?”
The sarcasm in the voice grew even stronger.
“Amitabha Buddha, we should only help those who are meant to be helped. These people have gone mad and are no ordinary people. It is no use saying more.”
"Haha, you bald monks always like to talk to yourselves."
Suddenly the voice turned cold, changing from a delicate woman's voice to a deep, resonant man's. "Since you don't want to ferry ghosts away, then you might as well stay here and keep them company—"
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The young novice monk stumbled and staggered into the market.
At the last moment, his master threw him out.
His life was saved, but his master was entangled by those corpse demons.
His master's life was in danger, and he had to find someone to save him.
That androgynous guy talks incoherently and is so vicious.
There was another mountain outside the town, with many temples and Taoist monasteries, and the incense was very strong. He went to those people to ask for help, asking them to save Master Yide, but they drove him away.
No one was willing to lend a helping hand.
One of the apprentices from the Taoist temple looked at him with a sympathetic expression.
"Don't be silly, nobody dares to go."
The Taoist apprentice had been in the temple for many years and had seen many people come seeking help, hoping to purify the mass grave, but no one had ever dared to go.
They had visited once a few years ago.
The entire army was wiped out, including the temples on the mountain and these Taoist monasteries.
They all died in the mass grave, just like these chivalrous heroes of today.
That's why that place became increasingly sinister.
"If that's the case, then why do they still leave the bodies in the mass grave?"
"I'm not too sure about that."
The apprentice closed the door, extinguishing the young novice's last glimmer of hope.
He needs to go back to his temple and call upon more of his fellow disciples—
But a chill ran through me.
So many masters died in the mass grave. If his fellow disciples went there, wouldn't they just be throwing their lives away as well?
Thinking of this, the young novice was overcome with grief and couldn't help but squat down by the roadside and cry.
"You cried?"
Ning Zhaozhao squatted down beside him.
Suddenly a woman approached, and the young novice monk awkwardly wiped away his tears, saying, "Female benefactor."
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