Fakong stood on the altar with his hands clasped together, his eyes lowered, and he murmured Buddhist sutras in his mouth. The sutras were mysterious, as if they were coming from the distant horizon.
Although it came from far away, it was ethereal and distant, but the sound was clear and the sound reached my ears, but I couldn't make out what it was.
It's like what he's saying is the dialect of a certain place, not the official dialect, so you can hear the sound clearly but not the meaning.
After a while, the sound seemed to change direction again, coming from underground, from under the Nine Netherworld.
Sometimes the distant horizon, sometimes under the Nine Netherworld, are constantly changing.
Everyone was in a state of absolute calm at this time, and the previous mania had completely disappeared, as if they were a different person.
They all wondered what the sound was about.
Then, their eyes were tightly held by Fakong and they could not move away.
White light is slowly gushing out of Fakong's body. The soft white light is both like moonlight and two points warmer than moonlight. It is more like the light emitted by mutton-fat white jade.
The soft white light surged more and more, and the Dharma sky was shrouded in white light, solemn and sacred, and the purple and gold cassock was particularly shining.
The white light began to expand outward, slowly flowing like water in a pond, spreading and spreading again, until it enveloped the entire wide field.
"Sect Master?" Ding Xingqing looked at Ning Zhenzhen.
Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly: "I am casting the Ksitigarbha Dakini Curse."
"You want to save them?" Ding Xingqing said in surprise: "You want to save so many people at once?"
She had carefully observed just now that not counting the injured, there were at least thirty or forty people dead, all of them fatally wounded.
It's okay to save one or two people, but is it really possible to save so many people at once?
People widened their eyes in surprise, looking at the white light surrounding them, and couldn't help but reach out to touch it.
A warm and cool feeling came from the back of the palm, which was indescribably refreshing, as if you were stretching your hand into spring water under the scorching sun.
"Can you really save so many people?" Jing Xiaomei said worriedly: "If the master fails to cast the spell..."
She shook her head gently: "Everyone will definitely blame him."
When you save them, they will be grateful, but if you cannot save them, the gratitude will turn into resentment.
This is the human heart.
Now I have gradually seen through people's hearts, and I am no longer as naive and naive as before.
The human heart is a constant exchange of yin and yang, always going back and forth, never stopping for a moment.
One moment it is sunny and joyful, the next moment it will be dark and resentful. In short, it will never remain unchanged.
Ning Zhenzhen smiled.
How could it be impossible for senior brother to do what he did?
As long as you take action, you will definitely succeed, there are no surprises.
She looked at the spread of those white lights. They seemed to recognize people, passing over the injured and uninjured, falling on the dead, and began to condense on them, becoming more and more intense.
The chanting became louder and louder, and the white light began to condense faster.
The city guards and the people who wanted to see Fa Kong widened their eyes, fearing that they would miss something if they blinked.
After a while, the sound of chanting suddenly rose in pitch.
Dark clouds quickly gathered from all directions and piled up again and again above Yongkong Temple, forming a towering giant peak.
The giant peaks formed by dark clouds seem to penetrate into the sky, leading to higher places, which makes people unable to help but feel curious and admirable.
The huge peaks formed by dark clouds seemed to be suppressed at any time, and there was faint thunder, vague lightning, and occasionally streaks of silver light flashed across.
People feel depressed and can't help but want to run away.
But the white light surrounding them relieved their tension and depression. Everything around them was like a dream, as if they were in a paradise world.
Some people looked up at the sky, while others looked at the people wrapped in white light and felt that their eyes were not enough.
Suddenly, their eyes became dark.
The white light instantly penetrated into the skin of the wrapped person and disappeared almost instantly.
Lightning suddenly jumped out from the dark clouds in the sky, and several rays of silver lightning pierced the dark clouds, brightening the eyes.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
…
"Boom!"
"boom!"
"Boom!"
…
There was lightning and thunder in the sky above Yongkong Temple.
People couldn't help but close their eyes and cover their ears, but they just stared blankly, bewilderedly watching the bolts of lightning flash past and hit them.
It's like dozens of silver dragons rushing towards me, trying to devour me.
"Amitabha!" Fa Kong's Buddha's shout echoed throughout the sky and the earth.
He stood on the altar, wearing a purple and gold cassock, as if he was in a strong wind. He spread his palms apart and slowly raised them to the top of his head.
A lavender light shield enveloped the surroundings, protecting everyone within it.
The silver dragon turned into lightning hit the lavender shield, immediately slowed down, and then dissipated between heaven and earth.
People breathed a long sigh of relief and were frightened.
But the thunder did not give up. In the lightning and thunder again, dozens of lightning bolts rushed over and hit the lavender light shield again.
The silver dragon was annihilated again.
Then reappear.
Repeat this nine times.
People's hearts lifted and dropped nine times. When the dark clouds in the sky quickly dispersed and turned blue again, they found that their bodies were so limp that they were about to lose strength.
Fa Kong stood in the void, put his palms together and said: "Dear donors, the poor monk's Ksitigarbha Dakini mantra can bring people back to life within seven days, but it can only make people live for a period of time. Beyond a period of time, the Ksitigarbha Dakini spell
No curse can do anything."
Everyone was soft and heard clearly.
Some people feel refreshed, while others are immediately disappointed.
Fakong said: "Tomorrow morning, the poor monks will hold a Yang Yang Ceremony here. Those who die within seven days and are under a year old can be sent to Amitabha Buddha outside the temple."
After he said that, he nodded lightly towards the city guards to express his gratitude, and then disappeared without a trace.
As he disappeared, the dead people lying on the ground opened their eyes one after another and stood up in confusion.
Both the city guards and those who besieged the city guards cheered loudly.
Not only because his companions came back from the dead, but also because he witnessed the wonder of the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra, which can really bring him back to life.
Does this mean that he will not die young? Even if he dies, as long as he is sent outside Yongkong Temple, he will have a chance to live again?
Those who come here are all middle-aged or young people, and the older ones will not join in, let alone besiege the city guards.
Footsteps sounded, and city guards rushed over from all directions, forming a siege in the blink of an eye.
Then the city guards began to arrest people, not sparing anyone. They arrested them first and then screened which ones had done anything and which ones had not.
Even those who have not done anything will have to suffer some hardships, and those who have done so will face heavy punishments, and the same goes for the powerful.
This time, the city guards acted according to the order. Once they had the order, they were confident and arrested people directly without any politeness.
No matter how much I beg or how much I scold, I won’t accept any hard or soft words.
Ning Zhenzhen said: "Let's go."
She fluttered away and soon entered an alley, making three turns and two turns, which dazzled Ding Xingqing and Jing Xiaomei.
"Senior sister, are we going to...?" Ding Xingqing looked around.
"Chase those people." Ning Zhenzhen said.
Ding Xingqing perked up: "Those troublemakers?"
"Yeah." Ning Zhenzhen nodded.
"Can we catch up?" Ding Xingqing asked curiously: "We are not close, but we can catch up with just a few glances?"
Ning Zhenzhen smiled.
For others, there is really no way to start, because they have never been close, and there is no way to use the tracking technique.
But I am different.
Senior brother has planted a unique aura in them, and they are like torches in the dark night, particularly conspicuous.
Sure enough, everything is under the control of senior brother.
"Sect Master, this time, the master's reputation will be even greater." Jing Xiaomei's eyes shone with excitement.
I feel inexplicably excited when I think of the people who fell to the ground and died one after another coming back to life and standing up again, full of vitality.
"Yeah." Ning Zhenzhen nodded.
The name of the sacred monk comes from the Buddhist mantras and supernatural powers, but to ordinary people, it is still very far away.
My magical power sounds great, but it seems to have nothing to do with me. No matter how good my magical power is, it is of no use to me, so I don't care about it that much.
The Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra is different.
He actually came back to life. Anyone under sixty years old can come back to life.
The old man can't help it, but which family doesn't have children? Or children, or grandchildren.
A man with white hair giving away a man with black hair is the greatest tragedy in the world, and no one can be frightened when mentioning it.
And with the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra, we can avoid this tragedy in the world. How thankful is this?
The Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra is related to the happiness of every family and to one's own destiny. How can we not pay attention to it anymore?
Therefore, senior brother's reputation will increase explosively, and his prestige will be unprecedentedly high, unmatched by anyone.
Although the Great Myoulian Temple is strong and the national master is also powerful, it is still far away from me and has nothing to do with my life.
They only admired him from afar, but not very strongly.
But it's different for my senior brother.
Of course, there are completely different attitudes and enthusiasm for those who save themselves from suffering and those who can only watch from a distance.
Ding Xingqing said: "But it's quite troublesome. Senior sister, it's impossible for the master to stay here all day long, right?"
"Won't."
"What if someone comes here every day?" Ding Xingqing said: "And it's difficult to cast the Ksitigarbha Dakini Curse, right?"
"That's right." Jing Xiaomei nodded hurriedly: "Such a powerful Buddhist spell that can reverse life and death must have a price."
"There will always be a way." Ning Zhenzhen said.
Senior brother would not do anything that would sacrifice one's life for others. It must be beneficial, otherwise it would have been covered up tightly to prevent it from being leaked.
Since it has been leaked, it must be the senior brother who deliberately let people know about it.
Why is this so?
"We're here!" Ning Zhenzhen suddenly said.
Ding Xingqing and Jing Xiaomei hurriedly closed their red lips and looked around, looking at the house that Ning Zhenzhen was looking at.
"Senior sister," Ding Xingqing lowered her voice and said softly: "These guys are very cunning and difficult to deal with."
Ning Zhenzhen looked at Jing Xiaomei: "Go find the city guards and come over."
"Yes." Jing Xiaomei responded solemnly, turned around and left.
After a cup of tea, Jing Xiaomei led eight city guards. All of them had a condensed aura, half hidden and half exposed. They were obviously top masters.
They cupped their fists and saluted Ning Zhenzhen to express their gratitude.
We and others have been chasing these murderers, but unfortunately these guys were too cunning and disappeared without a trace, so we were unable to catch them.
Sect Leader Mo of the Jade Butterfly Sect actually caught up with him, which was tantamount to doing him a big favor.
Although those dead colleagues have come back to life, this revenge must be avenged. Conspiracy against the city guards is an unpardonable crime.