Chapter 1181 Here comes the monster
After more than a year, the Kanzigou Coal Mine has been completely desolate, with weeds growing, and a radius of fifty miles has been blocked in all directions.
Because although the incident had passed, no one dared to take it lightly, and was not afraid of ten thousand or even one, Huang Jiulang's department issued a strict order, blocking all people and animals within a radius of fifty miles was not allowed to approach, and then people from the special affairs office were sent to take charge, rotated, and never stopped throughout the year.
Therefore, the entire coal mine was desolate. In addition to Huang Jiulang's people, there was another ghost doctor Su Qiang. He had always been resentful of Wang Jingzhe's death, so he simply stayed here to open a clinic.
Late at night that day, after Wang Jingzhe left the Wusuri River, he came to the Kanzigou Coal Mine. He had no mixed feelings when he revisited the old place, because the memories came little by little, and his thoughts had to slowly rise.
Wang Jingzhe saw a stone tablet with many names recorded on it. This was a monument erected by those who died in the Kanzigou coal mine in order to commemorate the merits. Although few people came to pay tribute, this monument could still bring merits to those who died. After all, this was a battle for the country.
Cultivating monuments and erecting temples are the same principle. You can accumulate merits and luck, just like doing good deeds and accumulate virtues. Let’s put it this way, the monks of Nanchan Temple who died in the Kanzigou Coal Mine, Xuanmen disciples, Maoshan and Longhushan disciples, even if they die and enter the underworld, they will definitely be treated well.
If you are reincarnated, you will go to a good family.
Wang Jingzhe stood quietly in front of the monument, looking at the first line of space, he suddenly stretched out his finger and said softly: "This name should be Wang Jingzhe..."
At this time, the door of the steel plate house in front of the mine was suddenly opened. This was the coal mine combat command center that year. Later, when the matter ended, it became the place where the special affairs office was stationed. In the forest upwards, it was Su Qiang's ghost clinic.
The one who came out was a middle-aged man wearing a monk's robe. This man was wearing a cassock and holding a rosary. This was a monk from Nanchan Temple. He did not participate in the battle back then, and now he just came to take charge. As soon as the monk came out, he saw the figure in front of the monument, and then he was stunned and quickly pinched the rosary.
From his perspective, Wang Jingzhe was covered in yin energy. This was the case after night. There was nothing we could do about it. The thing in his body was too impetuous and often he was not honest.
The monk was a little vigilant, mainly because he lacked experience. When he saw Wang Jingzhe's condition, he was startled, and then he actually associated the other party with the Kanzigou tragedy. The next moment, he suddenly shook the rosary and shouted: "The enemy attack..."
Wang Jingzhe was still wrapped in a military coat, a pullover on his head, and his whole body was covered with yin energy. Normally, his condition is indeed a monster in the eyes of Buddhism and Taoism, so this person is so sensitive.
A string of rosary beads broke through the air and Wang Jingzhe felt a strong wind behind him. He turned around gently, stretched out one hand without moving, and then patted him over.
"Pa" Wang Jingzhe slapped the rosary with one hand, and a powerful Buddha power suddenly rolled towards him.
The monk from Nanchan Temple sneered and said, "This is something my uncle wore back then. After following him for more than 60 years, he has already possessed great power of thought. The incense he has received over 60 years is only a handful of incense in Nanchan Temple. If you, a lonely ghost, dare to take it with your hands, aren't you afraid that your soul will disappear?"
‘Chala’ As soon as the monks in Nanchan Temple finished speaking, the string of rosary dispersed instantly, and then fell to the ground with a "crackling" sound.
The monk from Nanchan Temple was stunned and said in disbelief: "Impossible..."
Wang Jingzhe was filled with evil spirits. He looked at the other person coldly, and then opened his mouth suddenly: "Roar!"
After a sharp scream, Wang Jingzhe shook his body slightly and rushed towards the other party. The distance between the two was not far away. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the other party, and then raised his hand and exposed his skinny and dark skin, and directly reached the other party's heart.
In a hurry, the monk from Nanchan Temple took two steps back, and pulled the robe on his body and blocked his chest.
"Puff!" Wang Jingzhe slapped the other party's chest with one hand, and the cassock broke inch by inch and broke into several pieces. The other party opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were full of horror.
How to say, this cassock is not an ordinary cassock. It was passed down from the previous generation of monks from Nanchan Temple. Because after the monks passed away, many of their personal belongings would not be cremated or sent into the bone tower, and a large part would be passed on to the next generation of disciples in the temple. After all, these monks' personal belongings have very powerful mental power and can be regarded as treasures.
So, the monk never expected that the other party would slap over and smash the cassock into pieces in an instant. This was really terrible.
At the same time, after his enemy attacked, another person immediately walked out of the color steel room. Nanchan Temple was in Kanzigou and sent two disciples to come here. They had been bored for a month and it was about to take the shift. Unexpectedly, a lonely ghost appeared from somewhere tonight, and she was so awesome.
At this time, Su Qiang's figure floated over from above the mine cave, and he happened to see Wang Jingzhe turning his back to him and attacking the two monks of Nanchan Temple. Looking at the figure, he frowned and felt a little familiar, but he definitely didn't think about Wang Jingzhe.
After more than a year, Su Qiang and Wang Jingzhe were not very familiar with each other, so he just looked familiar and thought about Wang Jingzhe's body, because he never expected that he would appear.
As soon as the two monks from Nanchan Temple showed up, they quickly separated and folded their hands together. The monk who had appeared for the first time said with a very fast speed: "Reciting scriptures is an evil thing... reciting the Diamond Sutra!"
The two monks wandered quickly, their faces were solemn and their lips were clear. Sutras were recited from their mouths. The sound made people feel that their heart suddenly calmed down, their minds were blank, and they were very quiet.
Su Qiang couldn't stand the Buddha's voice and quickly retreated. After a few steps, he was better off leaving the range there. At the same time, Wang Jingzhe seemed to have lost his power of movement for the time being and stood there blankly.
When the two monks saw this, they were immediately delighted, and then the sound of Buddha in their mouths became faster. In terms of effectiveness, all Buddhist scriptures are sometimes effective than Taoist mantras, especially in the quenching of evil.
Chapter completed!