Yankou Dharma has always been one of the highlights of the Water and Land Dharma Assembly, and its origin can be traced back to the "Buddha Speaks of the Dharani Sutra on Saving the Hungry Ghost at Yankou".櫐
Legend has it that one day when Venerable Ananda was practicing in a quiet room, an ugly and frightening hungry ghost suddenly came to the door at midnight. The hungry ghost spit out flames from its mouth, which was called Yankou.
Yankou told Ananda that he would die in three days and would fall into the realm of hungry ghosts and would not be able to be reborn. Ananda was very frightened when he heard this and asked the Buddha for advice, so the Buddha taught him the mantra of food transformation, so that he could transform into food.
In one moment of eating, you can give alms to countless hungry ghosts, so that they can be liberated from the suffering body and be reborn in the Pure Land.
And Ananda's ritual of saving hungry ghosts gradually evolved into a fixed set of fasting rituals that have been passed down to this day.
As for why Ning Yan knows so much about Yankou Buddhist ritual——
At the same time, he also owes it to the nagging strange young man beside him.
"I think that Flame Mouth Ghost King might have been the manifestation of the Buddha, specially used to test Venerable Ananda, what do you think?"
I think? I think you are somewhat seriously ill!櫐
Ning Yan's veins on his forehead jumped and he silently moved his futon to the side.
Next to him, there was a chatty young man sitting next to him. He had arms and legs and waist. He was handsome, but he had a vertical pupil pattern carved between his eyebrows. Combined with his carefree temperament, he looked like a spirit with a tattoo of a heavenly eye on his forehead.
Young man.
Ning Yan didn't know what was wrong with this man. As soon as he sat down, he took the initiative to talk to him. His social skills were finally figured out by him.
I hate people who have no sense of boundaries.
Seeing that Ning Yan didn't answer, the spirited young man suddenly slapped his forehead and said later: "I almost forgot to tell myself my family name after talking for so long. It's really rude. No wonder my brother is unhappy! Let's meet, Tianying Castle, Ke
Guo Wen."
The other party was talking about this, and if he ignored it, it would be his fault. Ning Yan sighed and replied: "Mingzhou, Ning Yan."
Ke Guowen chuckled, raised his hands and clasped his fists boldly and said: "It's Brother Ning who has been in front of you for a long time!"
It’s my first time coming to Gyeonggi-do, and you’ve been looking up for a long time...
Ning Yan's face was full of black lines, and Ke Guo Wenji continued: "Mingzhou...I remember it was in Jiangnan Road, right? When it comes to doing business or traveling around the world, this is not a good time to do business or travel around the world. It is not a good time to do business or travel around the country. It is not a good time to do business or travel around the world. Why is Brother Ning doing this?
When is the time to come to Gyeonggi-do?"
"Because I was caught and had no choice."
"Hahaha, Brother Ning is so funny!" Ke Guowen patted Ning Yan on the shoulder, laughing so hard that tears almost came out: "It's a pity that there is no wine here, otherwise I would have to have a drink with Brother Ning!"
Ning Yan turned his head and looked at the big hand that was naturally placed on his shoulder, and said helplessly: "Is Brother Ke usually so cheerful?"
Ke Guowen shook his head and said: "To divide people, a thousand cups of wine is less than a thousand cups of wine with a close friend, and half a sentence is more than a word without speculation."
"When we first meet, how do you know whether you are compatible with me or not?" 搐
"I only saw the few steps that Brother Ning took when he came in. I knew that Brother Ning must have extremely high physical skills. In addition, his Qi and blood are extremely strong. He is clearly a master from outside." Ke Guowen paused.
His eyes flashed, and a vague smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Yesterday at Baixi House, the one who smashed Guo Yan's dharma portrait with one punch must be Brother Ning."
Ning Yan glanced at him in surprise. She didn't expect that this matter would spread throughout the night.
"What, you want to find a place for him?"
"Cui Yan and I are not close friends, so why do we do such a thankless job?" Ke Guowen said: "Besides, he has been following that prairie woman all day long, and he has completely embarrassed the Zhou people. He taught you a good lesson.
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Then he started to talk about the interesting stories of the past few days of the Water and Land Dharma Assembly. Which master relied on his supernatural powers to break into the inner altar without permission and was tied up and sunk in the Bianhe River. Whose daughter's first lover eloped with her lover and caused a storm in the city. Most of them were trivial things. Ning Yan wasn't too interested in this kind of gossip. It basically went in one ear and out the other, making a few perfunctory remarks from time to time. Suddenly, Ke Guowen stopped talking and his eyes were full of excitement: "It's coming, it's coming!"<
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"What's coming?" Ning Yan said inexplicably.櫐
"Yankou." Ke Guowen turned his head in confusion: "Brother Ning came here without knowing anything?"
While the two were talking, several monks dressed in three robes filed into the altar, holding yellow paper, gold furnaces, water-purifying willow branches, etc. for rituals. Soon, an altar was placed in the center.
, and the surrounding outer circle is built with sandalwood as a bonfire.
After the monks entered, a young man dressed as an actor walked in at the door. He was dressed in white and had a pretty figure. He had a wooden mask tied on his head and was painted to look like a hungry ghost.
Ning Yan noticed that the actor's steps were very unique. He was moving in a topsy-turvy way, as if he was dancing and acting bad. It was extremely weird.
Ke Guowen whispered: "Since Brother Ning knows nothing about Yankou Dharma, just follow me later. It is a rare opportunity. The three eminent monks who presided over the Dharma are all from Nan'an Temple. The mantras upheld by them can directly point to the heart.
, it will be of great help to us and other warriors to resist inner demons and improve their martial arts."
Ning Yan raised his eyebrows. It was somewhat reasonable to say that the old monk just accepted him fifty taels. It's no wonder that almost all the people here are warriors, and not even ordinary people can be seen.
But he is not the same as them. Does he still need to resist his inner demons? 櫐
They've already taken advantage of each other, so it doesn't seem to matter whether they resist or not.
As the Vidyadhara monk sang, the bonfire lit up instantly, and plumes of green smoke floated from the golden furnace. Ke Guowen glanced at Ning Yan, and Ning Yan immediately understood and followed him to sit around the bonfire.
"There is no shabu in the south, and there are too many in Tatama..."
The three eminent monks on the Leo throne began to recite mantras, while the other monks mixed rice, pasta and water and poured them in all directions, and the actor finally started to move.
He danced a blessing dance around the bonfire with his bare feet, dancing like a dragon.
Ning Yan's attention was still on the three eminent monks at first, but slowly, he was attracted by the dancer's dance. He looked at each other in a trance, his thoughts drifted higher and higher in a trance, and his pupils gradually became dilated.
He doesn't know how long it took, but suddenly the sound of voices burst into his ears.櫐
"Ning Yan... Ning Yan! Don't sleep, wake up!"
Ning Yan shuddered and quickly came to his senses, only to see that the person in front of him was Bi Yuewu.
"Shopkeeper Wu, when will you..."
Bi Yuewu pushed his shoulder, with unprecedented anxiety in her tone, and said hurriedly: "We don't have time to talk so much, let's go!"
Go? Where to go?
Before Ning Yan could figure out the situation, the next moment, Bi Yuewu seemed to suddenly feel something, grabbed him and threw him violently.
With a click, Ning Yan broke through the white flag and fell out of the altar. He stumbled and rolled on the ground several times before he stopped. However, when he looked up, he was shocked and speechless by the sight in front of him.櫐
Under the scarlet sky, the water and land rituals had long been soaked in blood, and the ground was burned to pieces by the flames. The pilgrims all looked frightened, not caring that the soles of their feet were burned by sparks, and they rolled and crawled to dodge the fire stones falling from the sky.
If you are not careful, you will be smashed to pieces, with your intestines pierced, your limbs broken, and your bones broken, just like hell on earth.
Looking along the direction Bi Yuewu came from, he saw the exorcist warrior who was torn into pieces, Wang Ren who was still dead, Wu Qing who had all his limbs broken... Everyone Ning Yan knew died in front of him one by one.
The tragedy is shocking.
How could this happen...how could this happen!
Ning Yan opened his mouth wide, but his throat seemed to be strangled tightly by invisible hands. In the end, he was unable to make any sound and could only gasp for air.
A biting chill invaded his whole body, and he turned his head stiffly. Just as he was about to ask Bi Yuewu for the reason, a flaming phoenix-shaped light suddenly fell from the sky and fell straight into the small altar.
Boom!
The familiar roar suddenly started, and the billowing fire wave instantly burned out all the white flags around the altar. In the swaying firelight, a man wearing a hungry ghost mask slowly stood up straight, carrying a ferocious giant on his shoulders.
The sword is clearly Ning Yan’s sword Qiushui.櫐
Ning Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, staring at the other person's mask.
What is depicted here is... the Flame Mouth Ghost King?!
Bi Yuewu coughed heavily, and the blood immediately dyed his mask red. He used his last strength to look at Ning Yan.
"Run away..."
Yankou Ghost King stepped on Bi Yuewu's head to interrupt his words. He couldn't help but twist the handle of the sword, violent fire snakes wrapped around him, and the inscriptions on the Qiu Shui Sword suddenly lit up!
Ning Yan was shocked and rushed towards the other party, furiously saying: "How dare you?!"
The Ghost King turned his head and glanced at him. Without any hesitation, he waved Qiushui and slashed his head with a sword! 櫐
Gulong, Gulong.
Bi Yuewu's head rolled to Ning Yan's feet, and Ning Yan's legs softened and he nearly fell to the ground. He seemed to have been drained of all his strength, squatting down and holding Bi Yuewu's head with trembling hands.
Head.
After a long time, Ning Yan slowly raised his head, his cold eyes full of killing intent, and said word by word: "I will kill you!"
"Kill me?"
Standing in the sea of blood and corpses, the Flame Mouth Ghost King spoke for the first time, and slowly took off his mask with one hand, revealing a face exactly like his.
"What are you using to kill me? Demonic Heart Tribulation!"