The old monk tremblingly opened the small box he carried with him.

Gabala bowls with fine holes at the bottom, prayer wheels made of human bones, and round iron boxes covered with a thick layer of incense ash are neatly placed in the wooden box.

He erected the human bone prayer wheel,

There are six different patterns engraved on the prayer wheel, representing the six paths of hell.

"Buddha, please recite the six-character Great Ming Mantra,

And he gently pushed the prayer wheel with his hands." The old monk spoke slowly and began to do his professional work, and the tension in his heart suddenly dissipated a lot.

"good."

Su Wu nodded.

Then he opened his mouth and recited the six-character Great Ming Mantra: "Om Mani Padme Hum... Om Mani..."

At the same time, he stretched out his hand and gently pushed the standing human bone prayer wheel.

He had experienced the situation of 'approving orders' several times before and was familiar with the whole process. However, because the previous orders were given by old monks to 'Zhuojie', not really himself,

As a result, he didn't have any real feeling.

But this time it's different,

When he opened his mouth to recite the six-character Great Ming Mantra for the first time, he felt that the strange power hidden deep in the secret realm was mobilized.

Like an undercurrent surging,

Gather together in this small room.

Following the strange surging force, he reached out his hand and gently pushed the human bone prayer wheel.

Su Wu really only used a tiny bit of strength,

However, the still and motionless human bone prayer wheel seems to be driven by a huge force and rotates at a speed that is difficult to discern with the naked eye!

This has never happened before!

Su Wu looked at the human bone prayer wheel that turned into an afterimage, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the old monk holding the prayer wheel.

I found that the old monk was swallowing his saliva and looked nervous.

However, I don’t know how many times I have given orders to others. I think that although the current situation is rare, I have experienced it after all.

So although I was nervous, I was not panicked.

Holding the prayer wheel, try to keep the prayer wheel unbiased,

At the same time the lips moved,

Continuously recite passages of commanding verses.

As he continued to recite sutras, Su Wu felt that the strange power of the secret realm itself was becoming more and more wrapped around the prayer wheel.

The sound of a pen passing across paper.

Swish, swish!

Hearing this voice, sweat dripped from the old monk's forehead. He glanced cautiously at Su Wu, who was sitting at the top, and continued to recite scriptures.

The prayer wheel spins faster and faster,

Turning faster and faster,

The old monk was so frightened that he was shaking all over!

The situation that emerged now finally exceeded his past experience.

This is the first time in his life!

Why does the prayer wheel come off?

Could it be that there is something 'something' that depicts something new on that layer of skin scroll depicting the beings in the six realms of hell?

The old monk who ordered me not to think too much,

I can only follow the long-standing inertia and continue to recite scriptures.

Fortunately,

This strange phenomenon did not last long.

There was only a thin layer of skin flakes on the hem of the old monk's robe, and the prayer wheel finally stopped rotating.

The old monk holds the bone handle,

Look up at the pattern on the prayer wheel.

The first thing he saw - facing him, the leather scroll that was supposed to be engraved with the pattern of the six realms of beings was completely blank.

The originally engraved pattern of sentient beings in the six realms of hell was scratched off by an inexplicable force.

"Gudong..." The old monk swallowed and looked at other positions on the prayer wheel, only to see a blank space.

Indescribable fear circulated in the old monk's heart.

He plucked up the courage and looked at the area facing Su Wu.

This time, the scroll is no longer just blank.

There are rich and various patterns.

A concentric circle with four circles appears on the leather scroll, and around this concentric circle, the beings in the six realms of hell are closely gathered.

The concentric circles seem to be radiating light outwards,

But I don’t know why,

There are messy lines covering other blank areas, which seem to imprison this complete pattern in the middle.

Surrounded in the center.

"What does this mean?" Su Wu saw the pattern facing him earlier than the old monk. He had not said anything before and waited until the old monk also saw the pattern before asking.

He himself is also a highly capable ordained monk,

But I can’t see through my destiny at all.

The old monk looked at the pattern and was confused.

Both Qi and Su Wu knew that there was power coming from the underworld, which changed the pattern on the prayer wheel to reflect the current situation.

However, the old monk has never encountered this kind of situation.

How should he give orders to Su Wu?

Facing Su Wu's calm gaze, which seemed to be able to point directly to people's hearts, the old monk did not dare to lie after all. He tremblingly knelt down to Su Wu and said respectfully: "I don't know, my knowledge is shallow, and my life is like that of thousands of people."

instructions,

Never seen anything like this before.

Please, Buddha, punish me!"

He paused,

Then he added: "However, the Six Paths Prayer Wheel shows the six paths that can be bound to the human body. Judging from the pattern,

The Buddha should be able to bind all the deceits of the six paths."

The four-fold round wheel is surrounded by six groups of monsters,

It was for this reason that the old monk made the judgment that Su Wu could bind the Six Paths.

Su Wu took a deep look at the old monk and said,

Make sure this criticizing monk is not lying,

He opened his mouth and said: "Let's continue to examine the fate marks."

"yes."

The old monk nodded in response, took out the iron box of incense ash, put it on a tray, and presented it to Su Wu: "Buddha, please leave a print of your left hand here."

Su Wu followed the instructions and pressed his left hand on the thick layer of incense ash in the iron box.

The ash is delicate,

He pressed his palm on it, and the palm prints left behind were also very detailed.

After that, the old monk kept reciting sutras in a low voice, and an inexplicable aura was exerted on the box of incense ash.

He poured all the incense ash in the iron box into the 'Gabala Bowl'.

Close the mouth of the bowl,

Holding the kabala bowl in both hands, shake it in a circle in front of your chest,

As he swayed,

The incense ash spilled out from the pores at the bottom of the Gabala bowl, leaving traces of pink ash on a piece of white paper in front of him.

Su Wu stared at the traces left by the pink dust,
To be continued...