In the middle of the night, the bloody shadows of the deserted graves!

This scene looks like a ghost no matter how you look at it.

"Damn, I can get SSR every time I draw cards. How could such good luck be as bad as a grandson in the Tang Dynasty?"

"Okay, I seem to be my grandson..."

Lu Xin scolded himself for being unlucky, then immediately put out the torch and hid in the grass beside him. After experiencing the ordeal of his cousin leaving and Grandpa Tu died, Lu Xin was somewhat more mature than a child of the same age. He would not be so panicked when encountering problems.

At this time, lying in the dark grass, Lu Xin, who was slowly calming down, suddenly remembered what happened at the Chenghuang Temple in Xiaoxi Town seven days ago. Although he was very scared and confused at the time, now when he recalled, the figure on the grave in the distance was very similar to the person who grabbed Lu Tingfang at that time. They were also entangled in black air and filled with blood.

"Onmyoji, Onmyoji... At that time, I seemed to have heard this word more than once in the City God Temple. Oh my god, I am really a pig brain. What kind of martial arts are these people using? It is clearly a magic trick. Damn, there are really Onmyojis in the Tang Dynasty?"

Many painful memories will be closed instinctively by humans. But once some things are understood, the whole logic will be penetrated. This is how Lu Xin was like this. He suddenly understood why his cousin Lu Tingfang left him and went to Chang'an with that person.

Onmyoji! These three words were just characters in mobile games in 2018. But in ancient times and in the Tang Dynasty, they were a group of people who really existed.

Lu Xin was a little excited. It seemed as if he had seen miracles and saw the world he had fantasized about countless times.

"I remember... the background story of Onmyoji took place during the Heian period in Japan. At that time, I checked the Internet. In 794, Emperor Hengwu of Japan moved the capital from Nara to Heian Kyo. This history lasted until 1192, which was called the Heian era. In the Tang Dynasty, the history textbook talked about the Xuanwu Gate Incident... Although I can't remember it clearly, if we count it from the 627th year of Emperor Taizong ascended the throne, it would be about three hundred years... This is also a hundred years that coincide with the Heian era!"

Lu Xin was not good at studying and couldn't even remember the content of the text. But he was deeply involved in the games he liked to play. Now, overlapping the background world in the game with the timeline of the Tang Dynasty, and combining everything he saw before and now, a thought immediately popped up in Lu Xin's mind. The Japanese Onmyoji culture originated in China!

"So, all the wonderful stories in history may have happened?"

Lu Xin shook his head, and the large amount of confusion and complex thoughts made him feel a little troubled. However, he didn't have time to think too much, and his eyes were soon attracted by the red sun rising in the night sky.

To be precise, it was a red and golden halo. Just like the Tathagata Buddha in the TV series Journey to the West, there was such a circle of light behind his head. Lu Xin was fascinated by the sight, but was afraid of being excited and screaming, so he hurriedly covered his mouth.

"I'm going. Not only is it not afraid to arrive at the mass grave in the middle of the night, but why is it a little excited? When did I be so brave?"

The halo became closer and closer, and soon arrived over the mass grave. At the same time, a figure appeared in front of the halo. He clasped his hands together and stood in the air. However, the distance was too far, Lu Xin could not see the person's appearance and clothes clearly, so he could only see a rough look, which should be a bald monk.

After the man stopped, the red and golden halo behind his head also slowed down the rotation speed. It could be seen that they were arranged in an orderly manner, flying in the air. At the same time, the figure on the grave stood up. The blood light around his body gradually faded, and from a distance it seemed that there was only one arm.

"Ha, there are eight Bodhisattvas in Wujin Foshan. Which one of them are you? You actually chased me from the South China Sea to Yuezhou. I look down on me too much in Zhou Dian!"

"Amitabha Buddha, the Dharma name of the Sangha, Huijing. Zhou donor is plagued by evil consequences. The Nine Poison Sects have a serious murderous crime and have to come."

"Hmph, it turns out to be Moonlight Bodhisattva. Okay, you and I are here, don't be pretending to be hypocritical. What does it have to do with you Wujin Foshan in the depths of my Nine Poisons? You are going to kill you to such a state? This is not your South China Sea. If you come with talismans to block the air, don't you be afraid of being too swaying and sitting here?"

"The Nine Poisons of the Sect naturally have nothing to do with this temple, but since the cause has been planted, the fruit will be returned. A hundred and a few years ago, the Onmyoji of the Northern Zhou Dynasty stole the Ksitigarbha Sutra of Wujin Foshan and other practices. Sixty years later, the disciple of the Nine Poisons of the Sect robbed this book from the ancient tomb of Yacheng and returned it to this temple. I saw that the donor Zhou was seriously injured and broke his arm, and he was unwilling to take advantage of others' danger. The donor Zhou also asked to return the scriptures and then sued himself."

"Hahahaha, what a bald donkey. You are here to kill me, and you lick your face and say you don't want to take advantage of others' danger? Wujin Foshan... I think you monks are the ones who have the most sins of killing. I don't know what the Ksitigarbha Sutra is. Even if you kill me, you won't."

"Amitabha! The donor's business is too deep and he is stubborn and unscrupulous, so don't blame me for killing me."

The Moonlight Bodhisattva didn't say much, pronounced the Buddha's name, and two burning red lotus immediately reflected in his pupils. At the same time, the aperture behind his head rotated rapidly again. Before Zhou Dian could react, a large number of red and golden Buddhist mantra seals fell above his head.

The curse seals were like swords and swords, breaking through the darkness of the night sky. Although Lu Xin was far away, he could still hear the sound of the air being torn apart by these curse seals. He didn't know how powerful it was, but the guns and cannons in modern society would definitely not do this.

"The Great Compassion Seal of Red Lotus! Dead bald donkey, even if I am broken, I will take you to bury you!"

Zhou Dian broke his arm in the City God Temple and ran away with the talisman of the Tribulation. He was already seriously injured. Although he used secret methods to heal his wounds for seven days in the mass grave, it was far from the time to heal. At this time, he faced the Bodhisattva in Wujin Foshan, and knew that he would die, but he was not afraid. Seeing the mantra falling down, he punched his chest with a punch, and sprayed a lot of blood out of the air.

The bright red blood changes in the wind, and as Zhou Dian chants the curse, ferocious giant insects appear in the void. The insects are black and red, with teeth and claws spreading, making harsh and strange screams. The mantra seals lowered by Moonlight Bodhisattva were all blocked.

"What a great spell! Unfortunately, the donor lacks his cultivation and is in the devil's way. Once this move is used, even if I don't kill you, you will not be able to survive."

"Hmph, you don't have to worry about whether you are born or die. Wujin Foshan upholds the superior Buddhist teachings and says he is arguing that he saves sentient beings. Unfortunately, he is just a group of evil ghosts who do not abstain from killing. What is the difference between me, Nine Poison Sects? Now Li Shimin is in charge of the court and values ​​monks from Pure Land Temple. The great master Xuanzang has submitted a letter to the court to travel far to the West to seek Dharma. With his cultivation, if he obtains the Mahayana Buddhism of Nalanda Temple, he will definitely understand the true meaning of the Three Treasures. After all, you are just a wrong way and will not be the orthodox Buddhist."

"One of the Ahmadhi, sentient beings have Buddha nature. One is to burn all good roots, and the other is to pity all sentient beings. Things in this world are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning. There are disputes among all doctrines, which is not surprising. But when we go to the Western Land, there are great desolation and many Tantric Buddhism blocking, and there are thousands of mountains and rivers far away. How can he get there? The donor of Zhou is about to come and he still speaks in a vain and is guilty of a great sin!"

Moonlight Bodhisattva was obviously angry. Although his voice and tone did not change, the red lotus in his pupils suddenly turned into a raging fire. The moment he finished speaking, he pressed down with a palm, and all the talismans behind his head condensed into huge Buddha hands under the dazzling golden light. With a "boom", Zhou Dian was covered by the Buddha's hands and turned into ashes in an instant.

The bodhisattva's wrath is so terrifying!

The monk lost his aperture and fell from the air. He seemed to be looking for something, and walked around for a moment, but found nothing. Soon, the Bodhisattva from Wujin Foshan, South China Sea left. He merged into the boundless darkness and disappeared. Lu Xin was very cautious and lay in the grass for more than ten minutes before he dared to get up.

"My mother, this monk is so powerful. He will kill him as soon as he says he wants to kill him. I don't know what the two of them talk about, but that guy almost killed Brother Tingfang, and deserved it."

Lu Xin breathed a long breath and wanted to go back after getting the water. But at the moment he turned around, an idea suddenly popped up in his mind. When he was playing games, he had something to pick up when he killed monsters. The other party was a powerful Onmyoji, so what would always be left after his death?

"The monk obviously came to ask for things, but he didn't seem to be looking for them. I have to go over and take a look. If I leave some gold, silver and jewelry, I can go to Chang'an to find Brother Tingfang. Yes, anyway, people are dead, what are you afraid of? With money, let's see how the Feng surnamed bullies people."

As the saying goes, Lu Xin, who is almost in a desperate situation, is extremely courageous. The thoughts in his mind flashed, and he immediately crossed the mountain stream and ran into the mass grave. The surrounding wind blew, and Lu Xin lost his torch and could only move forward slowly with the dim moonlight. The deeper he went into the mass grave, the more terrifying Lu Xin felt, as if ghosts would appear in the graves at any time.

"On TV, people die for money and birds die for food, it seems that I am talking about."

In fact, Lu Xin regretted it as soon as he ran into the mass grave, but he still gritted his teeth and reached the destination. At this time, the grave pile that was originally standing had broken into loess and countless stones. There was nothing but ashes on the ground, and there was no drop of blood. Zhou Dian died very cleanly, so clean that there was no copper plate left.

Lu Xin was a little disappointed, and looked back at the way he came, and suddenly felt that his future was dark.

"Damn, it's not good to die. You can leave some money, maybe I can still bring you incense sticks in the future!"

Lu Xin cursed and was angry, and couldn't help but kick the pile of stones next to him. Then he heard a "boom" sound, and a large number of stones rolled onto the ground. Lu Xin quickly raised his foot and avoided it, then looked down. There seemed to be something in the stone pestle, and there was a faint cold light flashing under the night sky.

"This is?"

Pulling away the remaining stones, Lu Xin picked up something. It was about twenty centimeters long and two fingers wide. He touched his hand like a polished bamboo tube, but the surface was bright silver, and it looked like a metal material. At this time, Lu Xin was too eager to see gold and silver goods, and regardless of what was in his hand, he opened the lid of the bamboo tube.

There was a piece of cloth inside, to be precise, a large piece of rolled silk fabric. The material was light and smooth, and when you touch it with your fingers, you could even feel the temperature. Lu Xin spread out this piece of brocade, with many words written on it densely, and there were more than a dozen portraits of talismans. It should be a book of special material. He couldn't quite understand ancient Chinese, but he seemed to recognize the title of the book.
Chapter completed!