I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

Mana pours out.

The enveloping darkness was swept away, and Hatannai Tushanjun naturally saw the situation outside.

"Monk?"

"Oh, he's still in the foundation-building realm."

Tushanjun chuckled.

He never thought that he could meet a foundation-building monk in a mortal realm like Huaifeng. What a stroke of luck.

The most surprised person was Li San, who had been guarding the soul flag for a long time.

When he was lost, he couldn't help but murmured: "Picked it up?"

Seeing the monk take away the soul flag, although Li San was not covetous about the soul flag, he felt as if he had lost something, which was quite uncomfortable.

He had been waiting for the Taoist priest to arrive.

Sometimes Li San felt that he was not guarding the soul flag, he was just waiting, hoping to see the Taoist priest again.

Now that the soul flag has been taken away, even if the Taoist priest does show up, I am afraid he will never see him again.

I don’t know what magic power there is, but the black-robed Taoist priest gives people a feeling of trustworthiness. Li San felt that he was not strong enough, but he also wanted to follow him.

"People have human nature, and monsters have demon nature."

"Human nature is easily eroded."

"The Taoism used by the donor may seem evil, but it contains mysterious magic. However, the external force comes from demons. It is better not to use the skin, so as not to be unable to take it off in the future."

"The little monk gave a very precious gift to the donor. This Heart Sutra can keep the heart clear."

Juefa will take out a piece of talisman paper recording the chant from his sleeve robe and warns: "Donors can recite it often."

"Grandmaster……"

Juefa, who was about to leave, stopped and asked politely: "What else does the donor have to do?"

Li San looked at Jue Fa, pondered and shook his head.

His great revenge was avenged, and he no longer needed to guard the soul flag. It was almost time to leave. There are a lot of rumors in the city, so it would be better to go out and meet them if you stay here.

I wanted to ask if I could go with him, but in the end, Li San thought about it and didn’t ask.

…

New rain falls on empty mountains, and mist lingers.

The mountain paths are becoming more and more difficult to walk.

"You are polite, young monk." A passing monk saluted and stopped the woodcutter who was coming down the mountain.

The woodcutter raised his head and looked at the monk doubtfully: "Master."

"Does the donor know where Yucheng Temple is?"

"Yucheng Temple? Probably..." The woodcutter seemed to be remembering, and his face gradually became calm: "In the mountains."

The figure was blurry, walking past the monk carrying uneven firewood and walking down the mountain, gradually turning into a wisp of smoke as it went further and further away.

"Amitabha." The monk announced the Buddha's name in a low voice.

The remnant soul in the mountain no longer has much memory, and what is left is just instinctive actions. We met by fate, and the monk still took the trouble to recite the Sutra of Starting a Cross.

Tu Shanjun in the soul banner has long been accustomed to it.

Since the Buddhist monk obtained the soul-honoring flag, not a single living soul has entered the flag, and all the ghosts he encountered have been saved by his Bodhisattva's Sutra of Delivering Humans.

Tu Shanjun doesn't know whether there is a Western Paradise, but he probably hasn't escaped reincarnation.

As we traveled deep into the mountains and old forests, we encountered more ghosts and monsters. Feeling the Dharma, we clasped our hands together and saved them one after another.

When I looked up, evening had arrived.

After walking on the grass path and walking across the bluestone slabs, I arrived in front of a temple.

"Yucheng Temple."

With its painted red temple walls and slightly faded gate, it’s hard to imagine that there is such an ancient temple in such a deep mountain and old forest.

Juefa opened the temple door and walked in.

The evening drum sounds.

"Where does the Master come from?" asked the monk in green robes.

"White Bone Temple, I am aware of the Dharma. I traveled to the deep mountains and came to your temple to stay for one night."

"Bone Bone Temple?"

The monk just felt strange. There were countless temples in the world. The name "White Bones" not only did not have the solemn deterrence of the treasure, but also had a chilly and chilly feeling. Is there really a temple with such a name?

"Master, please come in."

Juefa then followed the green-robed monk into the temple gate.

"Could it be the White Bone Temple?"

The green-robed monk didn't know the bones, but Tushanjun knew a little bit about them.

There are many sects in Xiaohuang Territory, but not many famous top ones, but among them is the 'White Bone Temple'.

A monk who has reached the level of foundation building and has such a name should be very different.

Juefa followed the green-robed monk to the Mahavira Hall, where the monks of the temple gathered to chant sutras in the morning and evening.

"Master, I'll be here later." The green-robed monk led Juefa to an unoccupied futon aside, and immediately placed a cup of tea on the low table in front of Juefa. Then he left Juefa behind and returned to mind his own business. He put on a futon, chanted sutras and meditated.

The sound of dusk drums came again.

It just sounded louder.

Juefa looked at the tea in front of him and whispered: "Amitabha."

Then he did not disturb the monks who were sitting cross-legged, and just recited the scriptures silently, while the green-gray Buddha beads wrapped around his hands turned between his fingers.

I don’t know how long it took.

The sound of the drum seemed to have reached Juefa's ears, and Juefa looked up.

I saw an evil monk wearing a green robe and cassock, bending his waist in a huge arc, looking at him with a sinister gaze.

"He's got a good skin, much better than mine." The sinister monk grinned, revealing a mouth of slightly sharp teeth.

Juefa didn't feel afraid. After pronouncing the Buddha's name, he said calmly: "The physical body is just a raft crossing the river. It doesn't matter whether it looks good or bad."

"The Master doesn't like this skin, but I am very happy."

"Since the mage doesn't care, why not just let me eat it."

The Yin Prey Monk spoke very casually, with a low tone, and finally raised his voice, his blue eyes turning strangely.

I probably do a lot of things like this, so I don’t think there’s anything wrong.

When the monk finished speaking, many monks chanting and meditating in the Main Hall remained motionless, but their heads turned half a circle. He twisted the back of his neck and stared straight at Jue Fa who was sitting at the end.

The main hall no longer regains its original grandeur, and the firelight turns into faint green flames.

The shadows of the monks were stretched into long and thin shapes, reflecting on the wall like a group of demons dancing wildly.

Even the outer layer of golden paint on the three Buddhas on the lotus seats has turned into mottled spots, revealing the green and black ferocious faces inside.

Seeing that the monk didn't answer, the green-robed monk immediately opened his bloody mouth and bit the monk's head.

"Amitabha."

Juefa lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes. The body-protecting white light bloomed into a rosette, and the crystal barrier knocked the green-robed monk out.

He raised his head again and suddenly threw out the blue-white Buddhist beads in his hand.

The beads scattered in the wind, turning into white rainbow light and sweeping out.

The light shone brightly, and the monks sitting cross-legged around him disappeared, leaving only the green-robed ghost trapped by the Buddha beads.

The green-robed ghost tore open the human skin on his body, but could not break free from the beads.

Jaw Dharma Vajra shouted and put a fingerprint on the green-robed ghost's forehead.

The green-robed ghost finally heard clearly what Jue Fa was reciting silently.

In fact, the sutras were already being recited when Jue Fa entered the main hall.

It's just that the scriptures were covered up by the beating sound of the green-robed ghost's heart, so he didn't notice it. Only now that the blue-robed ghost has been restrained can all the ghosts be saved.

"All sentient beings who have not been liberated have uncertain nature and consciousness. Bad habits are the result of karma, and good habits are the result. They are born for good and evil, and they are born according to circumstances. They rotate in the five paths, without rest, and move through the worldly kalpas, causing confusion and obstacles. ..."

Long sutras were proclaimed from the mouth of the Dharma.

The fingerprints gradually subsided, and finally the palm of his hand touched the green-robed ghost's forehead.

The exported scriptures were wrapped with white symbols on the body of the green-robed ghost.

Until the green-robed ghost clasped his hands together, his body melted, and turned into a black stone fruit with pits and holes as big as a child's fist, which stayed in Juefa's hand.

As the green-robed ghost was redeemed, the majestic temple rapidly declined.

Only the ruins of the main hall are left, and the Buddha statue is broken into pieces and half buried in the ground.

Overgrown with weeds, mottled and decayed, carrying the smell of old forest soil.

What was in front of Juefa was not a low table at all but a broken stone bench, with half a broken bowl filled with rainwater and dead wood and rotten leaves.

He brought over a broken stool and sat down against the wall. Juefa took out the Soul Flag, placed it on it, and placed the Buddhist beads returned in his hand around the Soul Flag, and then started to chant scriptures.

Tushanjun, who was talking about reading, put down the letter in his hand, with a look of helplessness on his face.

The Buddhist monk started again.

After getting the Soul Banner, not only did he not fill it with living souls and ghosts, but he used his Buddhist beads as a formation every day and recited scriptures in order to save the dead souls and ghosts in the Soul Banner.

After all, these days have lasted for half a month.

"Monk, even I can't undo the curse of the soul flag. Your efforts in chanting sutras are just in vain."

Juefa was surprised and searched for the source of the sound. He released his spiritual consciousness. Apart from the cries of birds and beasts and the rustle of the wind and forest, there was no other trace at all.

He could only turn his gaze back to the Sovereign Soul Flag.

The soul flag turned into a few feet, and a figure walked through the mist.

Monk Juefa looked at the visitor in surprise.

The man's face was clearly that of a ghost, but he had a faint and terrifying divinity.

The green face and five senses are harmonious, the fangs are not exposed, the red hair is tied up randomly with a hairpin, and the black robe cannot cover the burly body.

At some point, his consciousness had shrunk, and the mana barrier to protect his body had risen.

However, facing this ghost, Juefa didn't feel that he had any chance of winning, so he simply withdrew all these unconscious defenses.

When he got the soul flag, he used magic to explore it. At that time, he had already realized the power of this magic weapon.

There are more than two thousand evil ghosts in the soul flag, and they all have various cultivation levels.

However, these were not important. When he saw so many golden elixir masters, he finally understood the horror of this magic weapon.

Now the master of the Golden Core stage actually walked out of the soul flag and appeared in front of him alive.

At this moment, Jufa was desperate.

Things have completely gotten out of hand.

Suddenly, I remembered the black-robed Taoist Li San had said.

He looked at the evil ghost in black robes in front of him and couldn't help but ask: "Did the benefactor's technique be left behind by his predecessor?"

"Li San? It's indeed the technique I helped him inscribe."

Tu Shanjun waved his hand to gather a short stool, shook the gourd on his waist, and made a swig gesture: "Would you like a drink?"

Juefa shook his head.

Tushanjun was just being polite.

After half a month of observation, he could roughly tell what kind of person Suofa was. He is meticulous in doing things, keeps the rules and precepts in mind and strictly abides by them, and will not exceed any of them.

How could such a monk drink?

Tu Shanjun didn't say much, and Juefa didn't speak either. He took out the jade knife from his talisman and polished it against the pitted black stone in his hand.

The black stone fruit was cut down with a few knives.

It's like opening a walnut, with most of the outer gray flesh peeled off.

After a while, an irregular forest-white green-gray bead was peeled off.