Chapter 225 Ghost Practice

Zhang Fan smiled, "Yes." After saying that, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the old man's long neck, and recited the Buddha's mantra in his mouth low, and his hand flashed with golden light.

The old man screamed, his eyes were like a light bulb, and his eyes were full of blood! Zhang Fan's hand grasped tighter and tighter. The old man's head struggled to fly around, but he could not escape Zhang Fan's grasp, as if Zhang Fan had caught a balloon that fluttering by himself.

The old man's face turned red, and his tongue stretched out. Finally, his eyes turned, his neck softened, and his head fell to the ground. He fainted! This 'flying head' is not a powerful monster, but a little scary.

Zhang Fan let go of his hand, and his long neck quickly shrank back. The old man still held a wine glass in his hand and fell to the ground. It seemed that he was drunk and fell drunk on the mat.

Zhang Fan did not move anywhere. He sat cross-legged on the table, recited the Buddha silently, and waited for the dawn. The bright moonlight sprinkled through the window lattice in the room, and the strange scene just now has become a bubble. Only the believers who pulsed slightly with the five-color glow closed their eyes and sat down and meditated.

After carving the bone tattoo, Zhang Fan's forbearance and determination reached a step. The very horrible scene just now did not stimulate him to run away. It seemed that in this strange residence, Zhang Fan's mood was easier to calm down, and he actually settled down.

Buddhism has a practice method called white bone view. In the heart, the flesh and blood of the human body are corrupted and turned into white bones, so as to understand the impermanence of life. If you want to be beautiful, you are all floating light and shadows to improve your practice.

In order to feel this method clearly, ancient monks even meditated Buddha in the middle of the night, looked at the skeletons on the ground, and felt the illusory of life. And now Zhang Fan is in this ghost. He feels that beauty is no different from demons and ghosts. What is the difference between people and ghosts? However, he deceived himself and gave birth to separation.

At this time, a wide-brimmed ring on Zhang Fan's chest flowed smoothly, and he also felt that he believed in Buddhism, so he was different and slow-minded (Buddhism refers to various forms of arrogance).

Therefore, the Buddha's light in the real world covers the whole body and cannot be restrained, which is also a kind of karma. But I don't think that this is as different as the beautiful woman and the 'flying head'.

You know, Buddhist practitioners are the same as ordinary people. Today, I practiced Buddha and was on the road. On that day, ordinary people practiced Buddha, and they were also on the road. They were all the same people before becoming Buddhas. Why should they separate themselves? Thinking of this, the pulsating Buddha light outside Zhang Fan's body gradually converged and disappeared into his skin.

Unconsciously, the first morning light shone into the room. Zhang Fan woke up from Ding and felt that he seemed to be more fulfilled. It seems that this inherent Buddha light not only improves his thoughts and wisdom, but also improves his physical ability and spiritual power.

When Zhang Fan sat down and had a hidden inner view, he could even see that the golden rune kept flowing on his skin and bones, and the Buddha's light was cultivated and blended on the Sanskrit script.

Zhang Fan looked at the ability attributes, and as expected, his attributes rose!

At this time, the old man on the ground moved, stretched out a big waist, and woke up. He scratched his neck and felt that his throat was a little blocked.

When he opened his eyes and saw Zhang Fan sitting opposite him, he couldn't help but be curious and asked, "Why did Zhang Fanjun get up so early? Is it possible to sit here all night?"

Zhang Fan smiled and was about to answer, but he heard the sound of the door opening in his room. Then the floor vibrated, and a rapid footsteps came. Outside the half-open door, two figures dressed randomly looked at him, but it was his two little daughters with red faces.

The girl saw Zhang Fan sitting in the room, screaming, like a frightened rabbit, and ran away!

Seeing this scene, the old man knew the circumstances of Zhang Fan sitting here, so he smiled awkwardly at him, "Well, my little girl is used to it. I must have disturbed you again last night. Zhang Fanjun, don't mind."

This family seems to be possessed by demons, but it is normal during the day. In the middle of the night, they turn into a 'flying head', and their heads fly out and make chaos. I still don't know myself.

After listening to Aken's words, Zhang Fan knew that it was not the time to startle the snake, and he just said, "Your father-in-law, you're welcome. I've been disturbing you all night. I'm sorry, I have to leave now."

As soon as the old man heard this, he kept him in every way, but Zhang Fan still had something to do and repeatedly refused.

Zhang Fan left the old man's residence and reported the matter to Aken. Akan's affairs didn't seem to be over, so he sent a message to Zhang Fan: "This time you are lucky to meet a monster that is not very powerful. For the next location, you must be careful not to take risks at will. Try to visit during the day, as long as you know the location, and wait for me to arrange it. It's a big deal. Be careful."

Aken is becoming more and more cautious and seems to be much more mature.

On his side, the ghost crow puppet of the Onmyoji sent by Tuyumen Taifu to contact Gaoye Mountain brought back a letter. When Takano Mountain's Olympic Court heard about this and attached great importance to it, they also had their own astrologers who predicted that a big thing had happened, and had sent 36 high monks in Takano to come down the mountain and went straight to Kyoto to defend the royal family. Go.

The monsters recorded in "Hundred Ghosts Night Tour" are all very famous big demons in the Heian era in Japan. They were disturbed for a while, and then were destroyed by the Onmyoji and the exorcist at that time. They were sealed in this catalogue and kept by Abe Jingming, the most outstanding demon master at that time. I didn't expect that it had been passed down for so many generations and was stolen during this period!

These demons are powerful, many of them are cruel by nature! Once released, the consequences are unimaginable!

"Are you really leaving?" He Maosha was lying on Aken's back, and his eyes were wet.

Aken said while wearing trousers, "Zhang Fan is a dead brain. If I don't go, he will be very dangerous. I guess the guy who sees Zhengai may have unsealed the Hundred Ghosts Night Map, and maybe it is being arranged! I've heard that there is a ghost incident in Kyoto. I'll go and have a look first. Hurry up and ask the old man Taifu to arrange to come to Kyoto early to meet me.

Aken turned around and licked her mouth, sniffed the seductive body fragrance behind her neck and ears, and whispered, "I also want to bring Dark Sakura and Goblin to him. There is a ninja to cooperate in the battle, and he will be safer."

"You are so kind to your partner. In the future, I will go out alone to defeat demons. Will you do this to me?" He Maosha put his arms around his neck and said sourly in his ear.

"No!" Aken said solemnly, "My Miss Saori is strong. You don't have to think about me. You are the only one who protects me!" After saying that, he pressed her under his body and laughed, "Why are you thinking about it again, we..."

"Bastard...woo--" He Maoshazhi pounded Aken hard, but it softened again...

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With Willis's strength, he took Zhang Fan all the way to visit, and soon came to the second strange incident in the suburbs of Kyoto. Zhang Fan put away the strange car Willis and inquired all the way to find out what was going on here.

It was aimless, but I heard someone crying and noise in front of me. It was very loud, as if there were many villagers watching. Zhang Fan is not a person who likes to catch the bustle. He subconsciously wants to avoid it, but when he thinks it's wrong, won't he come to look for trouble? Anyway, he has to go up and have a look. So I took three steps and two steps to join the crowd.

It doesn't matter, but it makes Zhang Fan laugh. It turned out that an old woman and a young woman in the crowd were holding a monk from letting him go, crying and shouting for him to go home together. The monk was unwilling, but he was held by two women and could not escape. The old woman grabbed the monk and cried to the onlookers.

The monk was originally his son, and the young woman was also his wife. The family lived a good life, but the man didn't come back after going out to do farm work a few days ago. The family looked around and couldn't see him. Today, he was dressed as a monk, and he didn't even know his mother and wife. How could the two women let him go!

The monk was anxious. He had been practicing for many years and never knew two women. Today, he happened to pass by here. Why did he follow these two unknown women back to return to vulgarity? I am devoted to the way.

When the two women heard this, they cried even more. Several familiar villagers also sighed that this man was ruthless. How could he be so ruthless?

The monk bumped into the sky. He didn't know anyone with you. How did he become someone else's son's husband? There are many people with the same appearance in the world. Maybe you have recognized the wrong person.

"I can recognize this birthmark on your arm even if it burns to ashes. Why did I make a mistake! Whoo! You have no conscience!" The old woman rolled up the monk's sleeve and raised his hand to show the villagers. Sure enough, there was a big red birthmark, which was very eye-catching. It can't be two pieces that are exactly the same.

The monk didn't know how to explain it, but he didn't recognize the two women and called himself what to do.

"Hey! This is not the first one!" A middle-aged man who looked like a scholar sighed.

Zhang Fan came forward and asked, "Uncle, what the hell is going on?"

The middle-aged man took a look at Zhang Fan, "Are you a stranger?" You don't know what's going on. Some villagers disappeared one after another, but later found that they had nothing to do, but they all became monks and couldn't remember the past. Isn't it strange?

"Is there such a thing?" Zhang Fan also felt strange that the earth was so big that he didn't know his own people when he became a monk? Where did these villagers come from?