When the moon is full, the sound of ghosts crying in the desert of the Burial God becomes more and more sad, and it feels like hell on earth.

In a dangerous place, the wind blew everywhere, black air rolled, and sometimes ferocious and blurred faces were raised in the void, and sometimes there were groups of resentful souls wandering, absorbing the yang energy and eliminating vitality.

At this time, a middle-aged monk came to this valley where no one had stepped into countless thousands of years. He was wearing a yellow monk's robe and a big red robe with a handsome face, describing his thinness. It was the first mysterious mourning in the Shaolin Bodhi Courtyard. His original melancholy temperament had turned into a faint sadness of compassion for the world.

call!

When creatures arrived, there was a smell of flesh and blood, the ghosts in the valley suddenly went crazy, and the black air rushed in like a tide, and the coldness made the ground layer by layer of dark ice. When you came here from the outside, there was no need for the unjust ghost to absorb the soul, and you would die in a few breaths, because the yang energy and body temperature were absorbed by the environment!

Ten thousand ghosts were walking at night, and the dead spirit was filled with death. Compared with them, they were as mysterious as small as the reefs in the vast ocean, but he kept walking forward and his hands were already closed.

"After today, in hundreds of thousands of kalpas, there should be world, all hells, the three evil realms, all sins and suffering beings. I vow to save them, escape from the evil realms of hell, animals, hungry ghosts, and others. As for the retribution of this sin, all of them will become Buddhas, and then I will attain enlightenment."

In the voice of Buddha, the monk walking in the valley had become a golden "Bodhisattva". His feet were covered with black ice and blood, and his glass was not stained with slight mercy and solemn expression, without hatred, nor did he hate evil.

Circles of Buddha light spread out from the mysterious and tragic Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's golden body, dissolved the ice layer, purified the dirty blood, dispelled the Yin wind, and swept the black fog.

A golden divine flower grew on the cold and muddy ground, not like the Lotus River or the Bharat, like the flowers on the other side of the rolling yellow spring.

As the sound of reciting the sky of "Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" echoes, the Pure Land takes shape and expands outward. All the wronged souls and evil spirits are shrouded in it.

Buddhism has special skills, unlike Taoism, which requires legends to open up a cave in the real world. If you have achieved the golden body, the Arhat can evolve into the Pure Land that belongs to the deity outside your body.

Of course, the Pure Land before the legendary realm were similar to the strengthening and deepening of the master's realm, and there was an essential gap with the self-opening cave heaven.

Xuanmeng's golden body folded his hands together and walked slowly. The body was surrounded by Pure Land. The golden light seemed to be lingering around him, like arhats and Bodhisattvas. He recited the holy name of Ksitigarbha together.

The sound of Buddha was wafting, and the resentment of the evil spirits and evil ghosts quickly disappeared. They took away their hideous and distorted faces, fell to the center of the Pure Land in a translucent posture, and fell behind Xuanbei Jin's body, with a peaceful face and a purity in their eyes.

The golden body of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva combines part of the reward body. This Pure Land can be regarded as a tiny Buddha land. All the evil spirits and evil ghosts who have passed away from me will survive here and practice Buddhism. Until he passes away, however, if Myomi has attained the Buddha's fruit before his death, or has entered the realm of legend, the Pure Land truly becomes a Buddha land and turns into another world, and will continue to operate and end.

In just a few breaths, the valley filled with strong dying energy and coldness returned to tranquility, and there was no more ghost crying. There was vitality.

Xuanmo was not happy, but sighed:

"I was fled by the donor again."

After achieving the Jin of Ksitigarbha, he followed his wish and came to the Desert of the Burial God Desert to transform into evil spirits and evil ghosts in dangerous places. Half a year ago, he encountered a ten thousand-year-old ghost, which felt like an ancient god, was extremely fierce and wanted to wipe out the obsession in the other party's heart and resolve negative emotions, but it was a slight difference. It was always impossible to block it.

From this we can see that this is a terrifying ghost that has reopened its intelligence!

Xuan Ze recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, collected the Pure Land in his body, and grew golden lotus under his feet, and supported him to fly up to the other end of the Burial God Desert.

He kept reciting Buddhist scriptures along the way, so that the evil spirits and evil spirits who had just been saved were no longer obsessed with obsessions.

Just as he flew over an oasis, his figure suddenly stopped and his eyes were filled with doubt.

"There is a yin energy that is hard to eliminate, but it is not fierce or hideous." Xuan Wu whispered.

If I had not practiced the Golden Body of Ksitigarbha, I would have been extremely sensitive to it, and I would probably not be able to detect it.

The escape light descended, and Xuanbei followed the sensing and landed in front of an old yard, and knocked on the door with the bright moon.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong, in a rhythmic but not annoying voice, the doorman was sleepy, opened the small door, and asked in confusion: "This master, is there any important matter when you come to the door in the middle of the night?"

"Have your house been haunted during this period?" Xuan Bei asked bluntly.

The doorman was stunned and said, "I haven't heard of haunted things, but my master has been recruiting famous monks and Taoist priests recently, but unfortunately he always looks dissatisfied."

Xuan Wu nodded slightly and said, "I happened to be good at saving ghosts. Please report to your master."

The concierge glanced at him deeply, suspecting that he had heard the monk who had offered a heavy reward to knock on him. He was good at saving ghosts? Every monk said so!

After thinking about it, he felt that the master really valued this matter. He closed the door again and glared at him to report.

After a while, Tian Wanzhe, wearing a wide robe, greeted the door.

"My father dreams about me every night, and after his miserable death, I hope the master will be compassionate and help me resolve it." Tian Wanzhe said frankly.

He had long bubbles on the corners of his mouth and deep bags on his eyes. During this period, he could not save the old man even after asking monks and asking questions. He was ridiculed for the world of tens of thousands of worlds. As time went by, he became more and more anxious. At this time, he heard that a monk came to his house at night, taking it as a living horse.

"Dream? The situation after death?" Xuan Bei looked at Tian Wanzhe deeply. With his Buddhist supernatural powers, how could he not sense the other party was lying, and said calmly, "You need to find the object that the old donor is obsessed with, so that you can resolve it with Buddhism. From the perspective of me, it should be the universal identifier of the world on the donor's waist."

With a bang, Tian Wanzhe took a few steps back and almost tripped by the threshold, and his eyes were filled with surprise.

This master is so amazing that he can tell at a glance that the universal identifier of all worlds is related to the old man's "obsession"!

After thinking about it, hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and asked Xuanwu to enter the study room, then took out the universal identifier of the world, and said with a sad voice: "Master, save my father, hell is terrible, it is full of torture. How can you let this suffering be caused by a child?"

Xuanbei took the universal identifier of the Wanli Realm, and black and white light shone out from his hand, gently stroked it, but he only felt the gathering of yin energy and obsessions, and there was nothing else abnormal.

"Donor, you have to tell me this whole thing, otherwise I can do nothing." He said sincerely.

Tian Wanzhe no longer hesitated, and honestly told the story of the universal identifier that binds the soul to the underworld and talking to the dead. Finally, he looked at Xuanbei and said, "Master, can there be a way?"

The underworld? Xuanbei whispered in his heart, surprised that the thing that had disappeared for more than ten or twenty-five years had reappeared again. It was no longer just a story in Buddhist scriptures and stories, and the fact that the universal identifier of the world could penetrate into the underworld after binding the soul to the soul also surprised him. Logically speaking, the underworld must be isolated. I don’t know if it is because the person who secretly established this world is not strong enough and cannot deceive the fruits, or if there is another reason. Well, my disciple seems to have the bones of the yellow spring in his hands...

After pondering for a while, Xuan said sadly: "I have to talk to the old donor in person to determine the solution."

"Master, wait a moment, wait until my father takes the initiative to contact you, otherwise you will easily be discovered by the underworld ghost messenger." Tian Wanzhe said worriedly.

Xuande nodded, stopped talking, and chanted the "Sutra of the Soul-Shifting the Ksitigarbha Sutra" in a low voice. The sounds of Zen made Tian Wanzhe's anxiety and worries quickly resolve.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sky was lit up. Suddenly, the Identifier of the All Worlds emitted a buzzing sound, emitting crystal light, attracting gusts of cold wind.

Tian Wanzhe hurriedly answered, briefly informed the old man of the matter, and finally handed it to Xuan Bei: "Master tells a short story."

Xuan Bei nodded and said, "The old donor doesn't need to be anxious or talk. Just recite my Dharma name Xuan Bei forty-nine times in my heart."

He can use this to activate his mind and experience the scenes of the underworld through Mr. Tian.

"Xuanmei? Xuanmei, the teacher of Emperor Yuan's Buddhism?" Tian Wanzhe next to him was obviously stunned, a little doubted that it was a duplicate name.

After a while, Mr. Tian finished reciting silently. Xuanbei closed his eyes and emitted a gentle golden light as soft as water.

Gradually, his face became heavier, his pity became even more pity, and his compassion was hard to stop. The miserable scenes in the underworld deeply stimulated his heart.

I have to suffer such a tragic and painful thing after death!

At this moment, he truly understood the mood of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva when he made a great vow, and had a sense of sacredness, and had more responsibilities that were indescribable.

I should build a Pure Land to relieve the resentment of living beings after their death, so that they will no longer suffer.

If hell is not empty, you will not become a Buddha. Only when all sentient beings are saved will you attain Bodhi!

After finishing the call, Xuan Bei opened his eyes and said softly: "Don't worry, don't worry, I have a way to go and ask for help first and then go back later."

It seems that you can't save people from this terrifying underworld, and the universal identifiers of all worlds can connect to hell, so it's not wrong to go to Yuxu Palace to ask for help.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. As a master and elder, he asked his disciple for help, which was really embarrassing.

But if the suffering soul can be saved, what is the point of a little embarrassment?

With the escape light, he went east and went to Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain before pressing the cloud head.

"I want to ask for a meeting with the head of the noble sect." Xuanbei came to the doorman and said to Da Qinggen inside.

Da Qinggen ran out and said with a flattering smile:
Chapter completed!