Nightmare Attack

"How can the master be so sure that I am the destined person waiting for the abbot?" Jiang Cheng looked at the blind old monk up and down with some concern, "I have a shallow Buddhist faculties, and as far as I know, my brothers are not the only ones in the temple, there are others in the west wing. Some pilgrims.

The old monk recited the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, the donor is too humble. How can a person with shallow wisdom pass through that lost forest."

Looking in the direction indicated by the old monk's hand holding the rosary, it was the small forest that he passed through just now. "The Lost Forest..." Jiang Cheng frowned slightly.

"Exactly." The old monk looked solemn, "This forest was built by the abbot and senior brother. It is based on the Kalami Land in the Buddhist scriptures. Ordinary people cannot pass through it at all and will only get lost in it. Even if the monks of this temple pass through, I also need a poor monk to come and guide me.”

"Amitabha, I also hope that the benefactor will put the world's common people first and don't refuse."

Now that the conversation has come to this point, Fatty Jiangcheng can't shirk it. Besides, Jiangcheng also wants to see what it's like inside the Sutra Pavilion during the day, as well as the mysterious abbot.

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Cheng was about to push open the closed wooden door, but the next second, a withered hand stopped him.

"Donor, don't be anxious, the poor monk has one more thing to explain."

The old monk clasped his hands together, his face glowing with a strange grayish white color. It was noon at this moment, but standing beside the old monk, even the sunlight shining on his body had lost its warmth. "Brother, the abbot, and several other senior brothers are all locked up now." I cannot see the donor, nor can I be seen by the donor, otherwise I am afraid that the secret sutra that blessed Huicong will backfire, so... I am afraid that I will wrong the donor.

Looking at the old monk's gloomy eye holes, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart. He took two steps back suddenly and stared at the old monk warily. The abbot's words last night were especially loud in his ears, "What do you mean? What do you mean?" Are you going to destroy our tricks?"

"Amitabha, the donor is overly worried. The poor monk just hopes that the donor can abide by the rules set by the abbot when entering the Sutra Pavilion." The old monk showed humility in his words, "Please also ask the donor to turn his back to the Sutra Pavilion and retreat into the Sutra Pavilion backwards. In the pavilion, when discussing sutras and Dharma with the abbot, please don’t look back.”

These words could not help but make Jiang Cheng nervous again. It is taboo to become a Buddhist. He once heard such a saying that some remote villages in the north have such a rule all year round. Whenever a wife is married, she must be married by the family before the new daughter-in-law comes. The eldest women brought them to the temple to offer incense. It was said that the evil spirits disguised as humans could not face the gaze of the Buddha statues, so when they entered the threshold of the hall, they had to turn their backs and step on the threshold to enter the temple upside down.

However, the old monk obviously did not intend to explain too much to Jiang Cheng. After speaking, he took out two black cloth belts from the sleeves of the monk's robe and skillfully covered the eyes of Jiang Cheng and the two fat men.

"Creak -" with a sound, the wooden door of the Sutra Pavilion opened.

"Amitabha, two benefactors, please."

This time Jiang Cheng was cautious and grabbed the fat man's arm before his eyes were covered.

The two of them retreated into the Sutra Pavilion. Although their eyes were covered, they could still feel a little light. There should be lighting objects such as lit candles in the Sutra Pavilion.

As Jiang Cheng stood still, an old voice suddenly sounded from behind him, "Amitabha, donor, you are finally here."

The moment this voice sounded, Jiang Cheng's arm holding the fat man tightened. He was very familiar with this voice. It was the abbot in the darkness last night!

"Do you remember what happened last night?" Jiang Cheng was a little surprised. After all, judging from Huide Huiming's performance, there was a barrier between the memories of night and day. In other words, they were completely different in two senses.

"Haha, all kinds of delusional thoughts enter the mind through the eyes. The poor monk has no roots of troubles, so he will naturally not be disturbed by delusional thoughts. It's a pity that the poor monk only cultivates a small amount of Buddhism, which is not enough to save my disciple."

"Amitabha."

"Amitabha."

"Amitabha."

…

Almost at the same time, several Buddha chants suddenly sounded in the empty building. They were different voices. There were at least several old monks in this building.

I think these people are the senior brothers mentioned by the abbot.

Jiang Cheng asked tentatively: "Master, do you mean that in order to dispel the delusion, I must kill myself in both eyes?"

"No." The abbot's voice came faintly, mixed with the crisp sound of tapping the wooden fish.

"The eyes of the donor are received from the parents of heaven and earth and must not be damaged. The meaning of the poor monk lies in the delusion of the donor's eyes. The presence of such eyes will make the donor fall into a state of delusion and only increase delusions."

Now Jiang Cheng understood something, "Master means that what is true during the day is false at night. You don't need me to destroy my real eyes during the day, but you want me to destroy my eyes at night so that I can't see the false at night." , thereby escaping the realm of illusion.”

"Amitabha, the donor is smart." The abbot's voice was as reassuring as ever, "Last night the donor was blinded by illusions, and that's why he mistook those illusions for the people around him."

Jiang Cheng understood what the abbot meant. He was referring to the maid ghost who disguised himself as a fat man last night.

"Master, how long can the seal between you and the eminent monks last?"

"Two days at most."

Jiang Cheng, whose eyes were covered by black cloth, nodded slowly, "Then what do you need me to do tonight?"

"The poor monk knows the benefactor's concerns. The benefactor does not completely trust the poor monk, but tonight is very important. I hope the benefactor will put the overall situation first."

"Donor, please listen, tonight the poor monk and all my brothers will use their last strength to promote the Jialan Demon Sealing Secret Sutra. Together, my brothers and sisters will awaken the monks in the realm of illusion, but how many will be awakened, and who will be awakened? The poor monk is not sure. What the benefactor needs to do is to help the awakened people get out of their delusions. The more people the benefactor saves, the stronger the good intentions in Huicong's heart will be, and the more certain we will be of final success."

"Remember, regardless of success or failure, the benefactor will come to the Sutra Pavilion to inform the poor monk. At that time, the benefactor will naturally know what is true and what is false."

There was no unnecessary nonsense. After saying this, the abbot let Jiang Cheng and the two leave.

Jiang Cheng held the fat man with one hand, and put the other hand into his pocket to grab his cell phone. He secretly turned on the camera function and filmed behind him through the hole in his pocket.

"Amitabha."

"Amitabha."

"Amitabha."

…

After the abbot finished speaking, the almost unanimous sound of worshiping the Buddha continued to sound in the building.

But what Jiang Cheng and the two people didn't know was that after they left, the speed of these extremely pious worshiping Buddhas became faster and faster, and the rhythm became more and more weird, and finally they even became one and were indistinguishable from each other.

Just when the strange sound of worshiping the Buddha was about to reach its peak, a strange and cold voice suddenly burst out, instantly sweeping away the Sanskrit sounds.

"Infinite...Tianzun!"