At night, Mengdie's father and mother had a dream at the same time.
In the dream, Meng Die had a clean little face and a smile. She said that she was quite happy in this life and asked them not to miss her. She also said that the old man Yuanying who was protecting her was right. She was the one who complained to the ghosts in the first place.
The butterfly tie contract is totally wrong.
When Mengdie's parents received the news of Mengdie's death, Nascent Soul's retinue had already returned to the Meng family to receive their punishment.
The three soul-beating whips were struck directly on the soul, causing the Nascent Soul servant in the body of the Nascent Soul to hug his knees and huddle up, trembling.
Mengdie's parents both had red eyes, and in accordance with Mengdie's wishes, they rushed to rescue the retinue.
Hundreds of thousands died.
The Kingdom of Shengzi has 230,000 people, and the Kingdom of Chuqiu has over 160,000 people.
These hundreds of thousands of people are not a simple number, but living human lives one after another, who can talk, laugh, cry and make trouble.
One time the ghosts and resentful butterflies cause chaos, it is no less than a plague passing through.
This may be the so-called, when gods fight, mortals suffer.
Dead bodies were everywhere.
There were peddlers and lackeys, rich gentry and high-ranking officials, young children, white-haired old men, and low-level monks who knew some Buddhism and Taoism.
There are no more dancing girls in restaurants.
Several cities became empty cities.
Many grievances are still lingering on, with obsessions and unwillingness to enter reincarnation.
Many Buddhist monks from Wanfo Temple came down the mountain, put their hands together, recited scriptures, and saved the souls of the dead.
This is a human tragedy.
There were corpses everywhere, including a woman with two young children in her arms.
Some Buddhist disciples with low cultivation levels have their state of mind affected.
An Qingli put his hands together, wore Buddhist beads on his hands, recited Buddhist scriptures, and walked slowly through the once busy city.
The busy city is very quiet, with ten rooms and nine empty rooms, no sound from chickens and dogs, and no one else.
Ji Xiaopeng read the newly learned Taoist scriptures on salvation and followed An Qingli.
In the Mustard Seed Space, Xiao Lingxi asked Xiao Jintan why the two eminent monks hesitated for a moment when they finally dealt with the ghost butterfly.
Xiao Jintan said that Buddhism values tolerance. Even if they are evil people, they will be given a chance to change their ways. What's more, there is Meng Die in that body. Meng Die is a good boy. The two eminent monks should want to keep Meng Die.
Xiao Lingxi asked again if the ancestor Qi Gao of the Ji family had done anything wrong.
Xiao Jintan looked at the people who died in vain outside the Mustard Seed Space and muttered, killing one person and saving more people, the ancestor of the Ji family did nothing wrong, but it was a meritorious deed.
Is killing someone a meritorious deed? Xiao Lingxi humbly asks for advice.
Xiao Jintan answered firmly.
Master Huineng gave birth to inner demons.
This disaster may have been avoided. If he hadn't suppressed the ghosts and butterflies on the streets, such a tragedy would not have happened.
The intention is to do good, but it has bad consequences.
The redeemed undead forgave him, but he could not forgive himself.
"Heaven and earth are unkind, heaven and earth are unkind..."
Those who were lucky enough to survive had their hair disheveled, pointing at the sky and cursing wildly.
Ancestor Qi Min, who was high up in the sky, sighed softly: "Heaven and earth are unkind."
Ancestor Qi Gao held the bamboo whip in his hand, looked up at the endless sky and said: "Why blame the heaven and the earth? He sees all things, just like we see ants. What does the life and death of ants, good or bad, have to do with it?"
Ancestor Qi Min laughed loudly and threw down a glass of wine from high in the air to pay tribute to this unkind world.
However, the world is vast, so it is not benevolent to allow a group of ants to live in this world.
Benevolence is also heaven and earth, and unkindness is also heaven and earth.
There was thunder, and it started pouring rain again.
After the heavy rain, new green appears in the empty city.
An Qingli went back to Wanfo Temple, calmed down, and spent the night raising bodhi trees.
After one night, we went back down the mountain again.
She went to a mass grave.
This mass grave has existed for hundreds of thousands of years. It has a strong yin energy and many resentful souls, which is the most suitable place for her to accumulate merit.
Ancestor Qi Min once said to her that life and death are determined by destiny. When An Qingli lives for a thousand years, it will be nothing more than an ordinary thing to look back at the disaster caused by Gui Yudie.
The number of people who die in the world of cultivation is no less than that in the secular world, and it may even be more cruel.
Heaven and earth regard monks as ants. Fortunately, ants like monks can still have some means to fight for their own lives.
Everything in the past is over, and there is no point in feeling sad and sighing. The only thing to do is move on.
At night, the mass graves were full of gloom.
The wind blows the grass on the grave, and the shadows are whimpering.
"Little lady."
Before the voice could finish, a ghostly figure, half imaginary and half real, floated out from a collapsed tomb.
An Qingli's face was calm. He had seen many wronged and resentful souls in the Buddhist country. As the saying goes, he was not surprised at all. At this moment, he didn't even have a single goosebump.
"What unfulfilled wishes do you have?" An Qingli said directly.
The greasy-faced ghost in front of me has not committed any sins before or after his life. The main purpose of converting the golden light is to convert the resentment and sins of the dead soul. For this kind of "good ghost", you can forcefully convert it and then send it to reincarnation, but this will reap the rewards.
The power of merit is very little.
If we can help this ghost eliminate his obsession and then send him to reincarnation, the power of merit gained will be doubled, or even more than ten times.
The oily-haired and pink-faced ghost was stunned and said in astonishment: "Little lady, I am a ghost after all. Can you give me a little panic reaction and give me some face?"
An Qingli shook his head and said, "No. Besides, I'm in a hurry. If I have a wish, I can express it quickly so that I can be reincarnated faster."
There were so many acupoints opened in her body, and many of them were waiting for nourishment. Filling them with the power of merit not only greatly saved spiritual stones, but also extremely saved time.
The power of merit is truly the best thing.
"Are you a Taoist priest?" The male ghost floated back three feet.
"Isn't it obvious?" An Qingli thought, and the Ruyi Red Flame Sword lit the torch, forcing the ghost who wanted to escape back.
The male ghost looked at An Qingli in horror. He was not wearing a monk's robe or a monk's robe, and he had not shaved his head. How could he guess the origin of this woman?
When he was alive, this male ghost was just an ordinary opera singer. He was falsely accused of committing adultery with a family's concubine, and was beaten to death with a stick and thrown here.
Overall, it is because he has little experience and experience in being a ghost, and he is teasing the wrong person.
"Say your wish." An Qingli already disliked the ghost's ink marks.
"Shangshangxian" the male ghost stammered, "I don't have any wishes."
An Qingli frowned: "You don't have any wishes, how can you still stay in this world?"
"Because being a ghost makes you happy." The male ghost stammered again. "When you are a ghost, you don't get up early, you don't practice martial arts, you don't go on stage, you don't get looked down upon by others, you don't get looked down upon by others, and you won't be framed for hooking up with some girl."
Xiao Lingxi helped summarize: "It turns out that this ghost thinks that being a ghost is easier than being a human."
An Qingli said: "Being a ghost is easy, but isn't it boring?"
"It's not boring, it's not boring." The ghost said immediately, "I just like these days of floating around."
An Qingli asked again: "Wouldn't it be good to be reincarnated and start a new life?"
The ghost immediately said: "No, no, no. If you didn't live well in your last life, how can you expect to live well in your next life?"
The little Pegasus said in the spirit beast bag: "It's rare to find that a ghost is more transparent than a human being, but he is still a transparent ghost."