Chapter 1390 Reciting the scriptures

I just sat down here, and I didn't know if it was my psychological effect or what happened. I always felt that the air around me had cooled down at this moment. I looked up and looked around, but nothing changed.

This puzzled me so I looked at the monk and asked, "My monk, is it okay?"

He gave up and didn't dare to look at me, mainly because he was afraid of the heart in my hand, and said, "It's okay, donor, you can start."

I uttered, cleared my thoughts, held my heart in my hands, and started chanting lyrics in my mouth.

The words I pronounced this time are a very strange word that cannot be described in words at all. If I really want to describe them, I can only say that those words are like the sound of crows in the deep mountains and forests, which are particularly harsh and accompanied by a hint of shrillness.

Even when I recall it now, I still can't let go, and I can't even believe that the words were pronounced from my mouth, because I subconsciously don't understand that words at all.

But when I was sitting in that position, those words swam into my mind like tadpoles, making me chant it out involuntarily.

That feeling is really mysterious.

Perhaps just as someone said, some things are not explained at all, and this matter has become a mystery that I will never solve in my life.

When the monk saw me start chanting lyrics, he led a group of Buddhist disciples to recite the "Yan Ming's Sutra" next to him.

It would be fine if it was not blocked. When I blocked, I found that the sound became even more shrill, which made my ears hurt, and some liquid was vaguely flowing out.

I wanted to stop several times, but those words were leaking out like a flood in my mind.

This immediately reminded me of Chen Ercun. He seemed to understand some lyrics at the beginning, and the lyrics he pronounced from him were also profound and difficult to understand. They are similar to those of the lyrics that talk about graves.

I have to say that the Buddhist scriptures are really powerful. In just less than two minutes, I was a little restless inside, but with this scripture, I instantly calmed down and entered a state of emptiness.

As soon as I saw this, I immediately understood that the word "年" is not an ordinary word, otherwise, there would not be such a reaction. Let me ask, how many people would be shocked by their own voices.

I was stunned, completely confused, and I freed up a hand to block my ears.

Mad, it's a hell.

The monk obviously saw the situation on my side and made a few gestures.

After walking less than three steps, suddenly, I felt like someone was standing in front of me. When Dingqing saw that there was nothing, but that feeling was real, and I could even feel the person in front of me exhaled heat.

In an instant, the entire Yan family was like a Buddha temple, and the sound of the scriptures was endless.

After another half an hour, the grave seemed to have reached the most important moment. I didn't dare to be careless. I looked up and found that there was white fog everywhere, and I could vaguely see the shadow of people from the white fog.

This made me feel a little confused. Without thinking too much, I slowly got up. I didn't know if it was because of sitting for a long time or what happened. As soon as I got up, I made a misstep on my feet and almost fell down. Fortunately, my body was stronger than that of ordinary people, so I barely stood firm.

Just like this, after about thirty minutes of conception, the words I read out became more and more sharp, every word was heard, and the owls were crying and ghosts roaring, even I couldn't stand it.

In an instant, 108 Buddhist disciples recited the "Meditative Mantra" in unison. For a moment, this sound was like thunder, and the sound of talking to the grave was faintly suppressed in the momentum.

When I thought of this, I made a decision in an instant. If this grave was as magical as the legendary one, Su Mengke might be saved.

I was shocked all over and freed up a hand to touch it in front, but there was nothing.

It was not until then that I realized why the grave needs to be found in 108. The reason should be that these scriptures can make the main people in their hearts, and another function should be that they can shock the lonely ghosts around them.

this….

After standing still, I shook my dizzy head and walked towards the position of the Bagua Formation Gen while chanting the lyrics.

Perhaps because I thought that Su Mengke was saved, my originally atrophy look suddenly became full of energy, and the words in my mouth were pronounced faster and faster.

If Chen Ercun was here, he should be able to solve this problem easily.

I muttered in my heart, and walked forward. Before I could lift my legs, a force of gravity came from under my feet, as if something was tightly tied up my ankles, so that I could not exert any strength.

According to my idea, I was calling people, but I always involuntarily pronounced the words to say graves.

What to do? What to do?

I was anxious. According to the rules of the grave, the heart must be sent to Gen at the Ji Shi Miao, and now it is almost 10:40, which means I only have 20 minutes to send the heart out, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

PS: I feel uncomfortable!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!