Monk Yuande titheed, remained silent, turned around and walked out.
He walked heavily and slowly, thinking as he walked.
If it were him, he would not agree, lest he drag down the sect and become the sinner of the entire sect.
But now there is really nothing I can do. I don’t want to see the disciples of the Great Miaolian Temple continue to be killed, but there is nothing I can do.
This feeling caused the nameless fire to burn, almost burning up the reason, and desperately trying to do everything.
Fa Kong was his life-saving straw. Even though he knew that Fa Kong would probably not agree, he still wanted to grab it and give it a try.
What if you really agree?
After Fakong refused, he finally gave up.
He walked out slowly, and when he raised his left foot to step out of the threshold, Fakong's voice sounded: "Wait a minute."
Monk Yuande paused, his face changed slightly, his eyes suddenly brightened like cold stars, and he slowly turned around.
Fakong Heshi said: "I will cast the Great Light Spell to help the masters who were killed to ascend to the Western Paradise."
"...Amitabha." The light in Monk Yuande's eyes dimmed, he smiled reluctantly and proclaimed the Buddha's name.
Fakong said: "Even if you practice Buddhism at a high level and encounter sudden death, you will still be angry and persistent, and you will not be able to transcend."
"Amitabha." Monk Yuande nodded slowly.
Unexpected death is prone to anger, and the soul is difficult to escape. It may stay in place and slowly dissipate, or it may fall into reincarnation and follow karma.
Fakong said: "Let's go."
"Thank you, Master." Monk Yuande did not refuse.
There is no way to prevent the death of fellow disciples, but it can help them transcend into the Western Paradise and avoid falling into reincarnation.
This is also a great benefit.
The two of them walked out together and came to Xiaomiaolian Temple.
Monk Yuande took him into Xiaomiaolian Temple, first went to the Main Hall to offer a stick of incense, and then walked back to the pagoda garden.
The pagoda garden, where nine pagodas stand, is surrounded by lush trees, and there is the faint sound of chanting sutras.
They walked a few steps forward, followed the stone path through a forest, and saw a group of monks solemnly chanting sutras on an altar surrounded by three pagodas.
This group of monks were standing around a huge wooden bed, with thirty-one corpses lying side by side on the wooden bed.
These thirty-one corpses were all wearing brand new monk's robes. The monk's robes covered their bodies and no scars could be seen.
Most of their expressions were angry, and they were obviously unwilling to die violently.
The wooden bed was about twenty meters long and ten meters wide, which was more than enough space for thirty-one corpses. The free space was filled with flowers.
All kinds of flowers surround them.
Under the bed are piles of firewood.
Nearly a hundred monks were solemnly surrounding the huge bed, eyes slightly closed, holding Buddhist beads and chanting sutras.
When they heard the footsteps, they ignored them and continued to chant sutras intently.
Monk Yuande wanted to approach the altar, but Fakong shook his head to stop him and said softly: "I'll just cast the Great Light Spell here."
He closed his eyes, formed a seal with his left hand, and raised his right palm to shine on the altar.
A ball of soft light appeared in the palm of his right hand, and then the soft light exploded, forming a pillar of white light that shot out, shrouding the wooden bed in white light.
Thirty-one corpses were all bathed in white light. Balls of white light soon floated up, twisting for a moment and turning into small light beings.
The monks who were chanting sutras with lowered eyebrows noticed something strange, and their eyes widened in surprise.
These little light beings have clear and lifelike appearances. They put their palms together and have a calm expression. They salute to the sky and then rise into the sky.
Even though the sky is clear and the sun is bright, you can still clearly see thirty rays of white light rising into the sky and shining directly into the blue sky.
Thirty-one memory beads appeared in Fakong's mind.
He thought for a while, but did not absorb them all. After all, absorbing so many memory beads in one breath would be too much of a mental load.
Just take one in the next few days.
He absorbed one first, and in a short period of time, he experienced the life of monk Yuan Shan, which can be considered a rich life.
Many secrets of Daimyolian Temple are imprinted in the memory at the same time.
At the same time, he also experienced the process of being secretly attacked and assassinated by the masters of the Jinghui Sect. He saw with his own eyes how the masters of the Jinghui Sect took action, how they used the method of mutual destruction, and how secretive and unpredictable they were.
Monk Yuan Shan was walking on the street and when he turned around a small alley, he saw two young men walking in a hurry.
Monk Yuan Shan discovered that these two young men were not proficient in martial arts, so he didn't take it seriously.
As a result, when the two young men missed him, they suddenly made a sneak attack. They were sudden and extremely fast, hitting Monk Yuanshan with both palms.
Monk Yuan Shan practiced the Golden Lotus Body Protection Technique of Damyolian Temple. His body protection skills were powerful. Although he received two palms, he was not seriously injured.
The slight injury angered him, and in his anger he became majestic, pressing down on the two of them and beating them until they were on the verge of collapse.
Two Jinghui Sect masters misjudged his strength and were eventually injured by Monk Yuanshan, who originally wanted to capture them.
But who would have expected that their cultivation levels would soar in an instant, like being possessed by gods and demons. In just a few moves, the situation would be reversed, leaving Monk Yuanshan breathless.
Monk Yuan Shan activated his secret technique and his cultivation level tripled, but he still could not overpower the two of them and was killed by them.
Monk Yuanshan was angry and unwilling, but he still could not change the result of defeat.
After looking at it, Fakong shook his head.
This is the terrifying thing about the masters of the Jinghui Sect. Their power can be completely restrained, but once they control their demonic thoughts, the power they can mobilize is astonishing and impossible to guard against.
Monk Yuan Shan died a bitter death, at least he could not force the other party to die together.
When he closed his eyes, more than a hundred monks had already opened their eyes and stared at him, holding their palms together solemnly.
He opened his eyes, met everyone's gaze, and titheed.
"Thank you, Master." Everyone thanked him one after another.
Seeing thirty-one of their fellow disciples transcending into the Western Paradise, they felt extremely gratified.
Let's see that the expressions of the thirty-one corpses have changed to calm and peaceful, no longer angry and unwilling as before.
This is more important than revenge.
Fakong looked solemn, nodded to Monk Yuande, and then disappeared in a flash.
The next moment, he appeared in an alley.
The walls on both sides of the alley are made of bluestone and the floor is made of white slate. It is obvious that the houses in this area are not ordinary homes.
There are still faint dark brown traces left on the white stone slabs, which are very similar to the soil between the stone slabs, so they are easy to ignore.
This was left over from the fight between monk Yuan Shan and two masters of the Jinghu Sect.
Monk Yuanshan was defeated and killed. Although the two Jinghui Sect masters won, they were still injured and bled.
Fakong recalled the previous scenes, his eyes suddenly became dark, staring at this dark brown blood stain.
After a moment, he looked away and closed his eyes.
His mind's eye suddenly expanded, and everything within a radius of several miles was clearly displayed in his mind, and he quickly locked onto a courtyard.
In a house in an adjacent alley, two young men were slowly exchanging moves. One of them was performing the martial arts moves of Monk Yuan Shan.
The two of them were restoring the situation of their original fight, studying the martial arts of Daimyolian Temple, and looking for flaws.
Fa Kong disappeared the next moment and appeared on the lotus pond in Yongkong Temple.
Standing in the corridor on the lotus pond with his hands behind his hands, Fakong looked at the two people.
His gaze passed through many obstacles and fell on the two of them.