"The ghost kings have used their eyes to communicate with the Ksitigarbha God for more than 10,000 years without finding out why, so if we use our eyes to communicate with him again, it will be in vain, so we need to have an in-depth communication." Zhang Xiaozu said.
"How to communicate in depth?" Ye Mingyue asked in confusion, then his eyes widened in fright, and he shouted urgently, "Be gentle!"
Zhang Xiaozu actually grabbed the cassock and lifted up the bones of Ksitigarbha.
Ye Mingyue was so angry that she didn't dare to take a breath, for fear that the bones of the Ksitigarbha God, like the rosary beads, would suddenly fall apart, which would cause a drama. ??
Zhang Xiaozu placed the skeleton three steps away to the left, then walked to where the skeleton was sitting cross-legged and sat cross-legged.
When he first saw the bones of Ksitigarbha God, he had a strange feeling, but he couldn't tell where the strange thing was, but just now he suddenly thought of where the strange thing was.
The Blood River obviously flows from east to west, but the skeleton of Ksitigarbha is facing away from the Blood River. It stands to reason that if he is the spiritual leader of the innocent ghosts in the Blood River, he should face his subjects. Why should he have his back?
Right?
Did he not want the evil spirits to see his ugly corpse after he passed away?
Or is there another reason?
Zhang Xiaozu didn't know the answer, so he wanted to sit in the seat of Ksitigarbha and feel it to see if he could find the answer.
"What are you doing?" Ye Mingyue asked in confusion while picking up Buddhist beads.
"I want to be Ksitigarbha God for a while." Zhang Xiaozu replied, then he clasped his hands in front of his chest, looked towards the east and recited Amitabha.
As a result, I felt nothing for the duration of a cup of tea.
"Is it because my Dharma is not enough?"
Zhang Xiaozu turned his head and looked at the skeleton of Ksitigarbha in confusion. His eyes fell on the red cassock with gold patterns. His expression was slightly startled, and then his eyes lit up.
He stood up and walked to the skeleton, said Amitabha, reached out and took off the beads from the skeleton's neck, and then put them on his own neck. Then he looked at Ye Mingyue and said, "Pick up all the beads quickly and find the roots."
I can string the rope again and it will work. "
Ye Mingyue didn't know why, but she picked it up quickly.
"Amitabha, sin, sin, sin! Amitabha, Amitabha..."
Zhang Xiaozu still didn't stop. While chanting Amitabha, he reached out and took off the cassock from the skeleton.
Click...Crack!
As soon as the cassock was untied, the skeleton had no support and fell apart on the spot.
Ye Mingyue's eyelids jumped with fear, thinking that if they could not find a way out, they would be chased to death by tens of thousands of ghosts led by the four ghost kings.
"Amitabha, lend it to me for a while and return it to you after use. Don't blame me."
"Amitabha, as a monk, with compassion in mind, it is empty when you come, and when you go, it is empty. You will not bring it with you in life, and you will not take it with you in death..."
Zhang Xiaozu muttered in fear, shook off the dust on his cassock, put it on himself, then walked to the position in front of the skeleton and sat down cross-legged.
"Give."
Ye Mingyue handed the re-strung rosary beads to Zhang Xiaozhu.
Zhang Xiaozu took it and hung it on his thumbs, then clasped his hands in front of his chest, chanted Amitabha softly in his mouth, slowly closed his eyes, and imagined himself as Ksitigarbha.
"ah!"
Ye Mingyue suddenly looked at Zhang Xiaozu and exclaimed.
Zhang Xiaozu immediately opened his eyes and turned to look at Ye Mingyue, asking expectantly, "Did you find something?"
"Just now I saw the Buddha's light suddenly lit up on your body, and you also exuded a mighty Buddha's power. It felt like you really turned into Ksitigarbha," Ye Mingyue said.
Zhang Xiaozhu was surprised when he heard this and said, "I'll try again, don't disturb me."
Ye Mingyue nodded.
Zhang Xiaozhu turned his head and closed his eyes again. He did not recite Amitabha in his mouth, but hypnotized himself and said, "I am Ksitigarbha, I want to save the innocent souls and evil ghosts in the blood river, and lead them to escape from here. I am
Ksitigarbha God..."
Ye Mingyue saw the Buddha's light on Zhang Xiaozu's body again, and quickly took a few steps back for fear of affecting Zhang Xiaozu.
The mumbling sounds in Zhang Xiaozu's mouth became smaller and smaller, and finally it was as if he had fallen asleep while chanting.
After about a stick of incense, he slowly opened his eyes.
But his eyes were in a trance, without focus.
"Wow - wow -"
A baby's cry suddenly appeared in Zhang Xiaozu's ears.
Zhang Xiaozhu's dazed eyes suddenly gained some focus. He looked forward along the sound and saw a white and tender baby wrapped in a yellow monk's robe, lying in a temple with many Buddha statues. The baby seemed to be
I was hungry and crying with my mouth open.
A monk with a bare upper body and scars all over his face came up next to him. The monk handed a water bag filled with unknown milk or goat's milk to the baby's mouth. The baby immediately started sucking it. After a while, he was full, and then
Do not cry.
The monk took the baby and sat down in front of one of the Buddha statues. I don't know what he muttered silently, but golden scriptures suddenly appeared on the Buddha statue.
The monk made the secret seal with his hand, pulled these golden scriptures from the Buddha statue and sealed them into the baby's body.
After a long time, the monk sealed all the scriptures on all the Buddha statues in the hall into the baby's body. Then he flew out of the hall with the baby in his arms and was about to leave, but a huge blood-colored wave a hundred feet high hit him and knocked him back to the ground.
This temple was actually surrounded by a boundless sea of blood.
The monk's expression changed greatly, and he held the baby in the air again, but was knocked back by the wave of blood again.
< br>After several attempts failed, his expression became extremely solemn, he tied the baby on his back and pulled out a ring sword from the void space.
However, he tried his best and failed to break through the blood wave and rush out. Instead, he was hit by the blood wave and suffered serious internal injuries.
He returned to the main hall with the baby in his arms.
The baby was so hungry that he cried, but the milk in the water bag had been consumed. In desperation, the monk cut his fingertips and fed the baby with his own blood.
Wow wow wow!
A strong wind blew up on the sea of blood, setting off waves of raging waves that kept beating against the main hall.
The main hall gradually became exhausted, and finally collapsed with a roar. The surging waves of blood immediately swallowed it up, and the monk was swallowed up with the baby in his arms.
Zhang Xiaozu's vision flickered, and the monstrous sea of blood suddenly disappeared. His eyes became sunny and cloudless, and he saw a yellow-robed monk wandering in the mountains and forests.
The yellow-robed monk walked to the foot of a mountain stream and squatted by the stream to drink water to quench his thirst. Suddenly, a faint cry of a baby came to his ears.
Curious, he followed the cry and found that it was coming from the cave behind the Luoshui Falls.
He stood in front of the waterfall and shouted several times, but no one answered behind the waterfall, and the baby's cries gradually became louder and louder. He felt concerned, so he rushed behind the waterfall, only to find that the cave behind the waterfall was very deep.
He groped forward one foot at a time, as if he noticed that something was strange. He stopped several times, but the shrill cry of the baby made him pick up the steps again.
Finally, he reached the end of the cave, and was so frightened by what he saw that his hair stood on end and his face turned pale.
At the end of the cave, blood light filled the air, illuminating a small space measuring one foot square.
There was a pool of blood on the ground. In the pool of blood sat a pair of withered bones. In the arms of the withered bones was a baby. The sad cry came from the baby's opening and closing mouth.