Three days later, the speed of the two masters Ji En and Ji Hui's needlework was slowly rising, and their hand speed was more than twice as fast as two days ago. About half of Wang Jingzhe's chest was tattooed with scriptures, and then he kept going down.

At the same time, a popular situation also appeared, that is, the color of Wang Jingzhe's body began to dim a lot, and the yin energy on the surface of his body also became much thinner. This situation means that the way to tattoo the Ksitigarbha's original vows on him is very effective and completely suppressed.

Some problems also occurred in the middle of the three days. It was midnight, and the lurking evil spirits began to make a fuss. However, two masters were in charge, and the eighteen monks of Nanchan Temple who kept reciting scriptures outside did not have any major trouble. This guy suppressed him as soon as he showed up, and he did not give him any chance to make trouble.

A week later, Wang Jingzhe's front chest was covered with scriptures. He began to stitch his legs, from the base of his thighs to his ankles, but the soles of his feet must not be tattooed, because Buddhism focuses on this and believes that human feet are unclean. Tying scriptures on his feet is disrespectful to Buddhism, so it is almost the same as the ankles.

Half a month later, Master Jien stared at his back silently. After thinking for a long time, he frowned and said, "There is a little gap from what we had expected before."

Wang Jingzhe was startled and said, "What, isn't there enough place? Don't say that you'll have tattoos on my face."

Wang Jingzhe was really afraid of this situation. Master Ji En and Ji Hui had calculated that based on the size of the font, it was estimated that if all the texts of the 7,000 words were patterned, it might be enough, but what they feared the most was not enough. After all, neither feet nor hands could do it.

"That's not, it's just the opposite," Master Jien said a little embarrassedly: "Uh, I didn't expect that the calculation was a bit biased. After all the scriptures were patterned, there might be a piece of space left."

"It's all left, it's not better than the place," Wang Jingzhe said in surprise.

Master Jihui said embarrassedly: "That's mainly because my senior brother has obsessive-compulsive disorder. You have both chest and legs. If you only have half of the tattoos on the back, he will feel a little asymmetrical and will feel uncomfortable."

Wang Jingzhe: "..."

Master Jien thought about it for a while and said tentatively: "Why don't you think this is OK? We tattooed a statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva on the upper, lower, left and right sides of your back, and there are legs, and then in the middle of your back, I tattooed a statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva for you. Is it OK? It will be more symmetrical and beautiful when you look at it like this, or it will feel a little awkward if you look at it."

Wang Jingzhe said weakly: "Master, I don't care. Anyway, that portrait is not bad, but are you sure that I can hold on if I tattoo the Bodhisattva?"

Master Jien said: "It is certainly not possible to normal, but we have our own methods to allow you to recite... For example, the Bodhisattva does not open his eyes."

Normally, it’s okay to tattoo it, but Chinese people like to tattoo things that are more meaningful. Unlike foreign countries, they are very particular about the mainland. But to be honest, you can’t tattoo it randomly.

Because some tattoos are prone to accidents and are unlucky, such as tattoos without bloodthirsty wolf, the family will die with blood, the tattoos without tattoos down the mountain tiger, the tiger goes back to the mountain. The tattoos without tattoos open the eyes, the Guan Gong kills the world. The tattoos without tattoos without tattoos Tang Sanzang, and the ninety-nine-eight-one is difficult to fight against each other. The tattoos without tattoos are not tattooed with little Nezha, the dragon meets Nezha and the life is dead, the tattoos are not tattooed with old Zhong Kui, avoiding ghosts and attracting thieves, life is short and difficult to open your eyes, no matter what tattoos are.

As Master Ji'en said, if the widowed Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva does not open his eyes, it will be basically nothing. Otherwise, he will definitely not be able to withstand how much merit Wang Jingzhe can have. In the future, it will not only be profitable but also harm.

After hearing what he said, Wang Jingzhe was relieved: "Then come on!"

Ten days later, this huge project on Wang Jingzhe was coming to an end. When the last scripture was finished that night, all the black air on Wang Jingzhe suddenly retreated, and the two fangs in his mouth disappeared, and the person immediately returned to his original state.

Although this situation was already expected, it was still surprising when it first appeared.

This is also because he knew that the evil ghosts in Wang Jingzhe came from the eighteen levels of hell, so he used the Ksitigarbha's original vows to restrain him. If he didn't know, no one would have thought of this method.

"How do you feel..." Jien and Master Jihui asked cautiously.

Wang Jingzhe didn't say anything, closed his eyes and felt it for a while. The other end in his body was very quiet, silent, and had no reaction, just like falling asleep. But he definitely didn't think the other party would be killed so easily. According to normal reasoning, he should be in the stage of being suppressed. As for what happens after recovery, it's hard to say.

Half a day later, Wang Jingzhe opened his eyes, vomited a breath, and bowed and said, "Please both masters. It's hard to say anything in the future, but there must be nothing wrong now."

Outside the hut, the sound of reciting scriptures came to an abrupt end.

Huang Jiulang said: "At least it is a good thing. It can spare you some time. What are the solutions that people think about, just like your previous questions. In the end, have you figured out a way?"

"Well, I hope!" Wang Jingzhe, who had been suppressed for more than a year, felt much more refreshed after he recovered from the beginning, and the heavy stone in his heart was moved away and it was also relaxed.

In fact, for him, it is okay to get through the difficulties in front of him, because he needs to explain to some people in the past year he has disappeared.

Wang Jingzhe emphasized that the two monks from Nanchan Temple were grateful for their rebirth. Their gratitude was not enough to express in words.

After that day, he had a short rest in Nanchan Temple. Before Wang Jingzhe could be resurrected, he thought he would leave. He now had a little hematoma all over his body, and he was like he was fat. This was the sequelae after the acupuncture. It would take him several days to completely recover.

However, Wang Jingzhe obviously couldn't wait any longer. If you lend him a pair of wings now, there are too many places he wants to fly over.

After leaving Nanchan Temple, Huang Jiulang asked him where he was going. Wang Jingzhe said that since Baguailipo disappeared, he had to explain to some people, go to see Xiangque, then go home to check it out, and finally go to Longxi.
Chapter completed!