When they finished chanting and stopped one after another, they felt that their body and mind had been purified. They had a more understanding of the world, a little more kindness, and their minds were two points clearer.
They all bowed in unison and paid homage to the nine old monks who had disappeared into the void.
Then they started talking.
"Junior Brother Dingding, which master has passed away?" A middle-aged monk asked the monk Dingding in a low voice with a gloomy face.
Monk Determining: "Senior Brother Dinghua, he should be Junior Brother Dingru."
"Junior brother Dingru has passed away?" the middle-aged monk Dinghua cried out: "Didn't junior brother Dingru have a profound cultivation level, and he has almost reached the top level of our Great Ci'en Temple?"
"Hmm." Monk Qing was not interested in talking.
Thinking that Chu Li has passed away, even if he, as a monk, has to endure life and death, he can't help but feel uncomfortable, melancholy and confused.
He knew that Chu Li's death was because of the Demon-Suppressing Palace. Is it worth sacrificing himself for the Demon-Conquering Palace and the Great Ci'en Temple? Would he have made such a choice in his place?
"How could Junior Brother Dingru pass away? He did not practice in the temple?" Monk Dinghua continued to ask.
He was really curious. This legendary junior brother of his generation had attracted the attention of all the temples. He was famous not only in the Great Ci'en Temple, but also in the whole world. His reputation as a genius spread throughout the world.
There is no doubt that he will be the most virtuous and eminent monk in the future. Such a powerful person was born in Daci'en Temple. They were envious and proud of him, but they never expected that he would suddenly die young.
The determined monk shook his head: "He went to deal with the masters of the Demon Sect."
"No wonder..." Monk Dinghua suddenly realized.
All the disciples of Da Ci'en Temple have a consensus. This time the demon sect has resurrected more than before. Like the flood, it is unstoppable. All the disciples of Da Ci'en Temple have no choice but to return to the temple. They must protect themselves wisely.
"Song Jing of Xuankong City has met Abbot Xinji!" Suddenly a clear and melodious voice came from outside, unhurried, calm and calm.
The sound clearly reached the ears of every Daci'en Temple disciple, making them feel awe-inspiring.
Now the Daci'en Temple has closed the temple door and activated the formation, so the outside sounds cannot be transmitted in, so that it is easier to meditate on Buddhism and practice quietly. Song Jing's cultivation is indeed profound.
As soon as they heard this name, they remembered Song Jing's original actions, which had completely damaged the face of Daci'en Temple. They insisted on avenging her brother, which made them extremely helpless, like avoiding snakes and scorpions.
They suddenly thought, could it be that she had heard the news about Dingru's death and came here to laugh at her and even anger Huiguang and the others?
"Amitabha..." A heartfelt voice echoed through the Great Ci'en Temple, and he said slowly: "Donor Song is here. Our temple gives you a supreme welcome. Please come!"
Everyone was stunned when they heard this.
They didn't understand why the abbot was so friendly. It was obvious that Song Jing was the enemy of Da Ci'en Temple. Although they would not kill her, it did not mean that they would welcome her. They should treat her coldly.
"Thank you, Abbot!" Song Jing said.
"Squeak——!" The door of Daci'en Temple opened.
Then a row of monks in yellow robes walked out, with one step, and they split into two at the bottom of the steps, with each standing on both sides of the steps.
The abbot walked out of the temple gate quietly, wearing a purple gold cassock, walked down the steps, and titheed Song Jing at the bottom of the steps: "Almsgiver Song!"
Song Jing was wearing a fluttering snow-white gown. She looked at Xinji calmly. She took out a clear and flawless ball from her arms and handed it to Xinji: "Abbott, this is Dingru's relic."
"Amitabha!" He turned towards the relics with silence and solemnity.
Song Jing raised the relic in the air with a solemn expression, motionless as if she had turned into a statue.
The monks looked at the clear relic with complicated expressions.
They had only seen such pure and impurity-free relics. The other relics were as many as agate or gemstones, but none were as pure as ice crystals, as if they were as pure as the innocent heart of a junior disciple.
It is a pity that such a person passed away and passed away early.
After Xin Jing He Shi saluted, he solemnly stretched out his hands, slowly and carefully took the relic, raised it to the top of his head, then held his palms up, and nodded towards Song Jing: "Thank you, Donor Song!"
Song Jing shook her head.
"Donor Song, please follow me in to watch the ceremony." Xin Jing said.
"Okay." Song Jing agreed without hesitation.
With a calm heart, she turned around and walked towards the temple. Song Jing followed her, and the other monks followed her, and together they entered the Great Ci'en Temple.
Xinji led everyone to a majestic tower.
This tower is about 100 meters tall. The tower body seems to be made of iron. It shines with a dark luster in the morning sun, showing its heaviness and solemnity, making people look at it with awe.
In front of the pagoda is an empty square, where most of the monks in the temple have gathered.
Monk Huiguang squeezed to the front, hesitating quietly, staring directly at the relic: "Abbott, is this Dingru's relic?"
Staring at him quietly, he nodded slightly.
"Amitabha!" Monk Huiguang Heshi solemnly announced the name of the Buddha.
He didn't know what to say. He had long expected that there would be such a day when master and disciple would be separated from each other, but he didn't expect that this day would come so quickly and be caught off guard. Thousands of thoughts would eventually turn into a Buddha's name.
"Amitabha!" All the monks joined together and chanted the Buddha's name toward the relic, solemnly and solemnly.
Song Jing pursed her red lips tightly and stood aside, watching motionlessly, suppressing her emotions that were floating like wild waves.
Monk Xinji turned to look at the nine old monks walking slowly: "Uncle Master, we can start!"
Nine old monks appeared unknowingly and walked out of the crowd, taking ordinary steps. They did not show any advanced cultivation skills, and their clothes were empty, as if they had no martial arts skills.
Wearing white washed yellow monk robes, their whole bodies were spotless, their hands and faces were withered as if they were about to die. Step by step, they came to Xinji and sat cross-legged on the ground with him as the center.
Xinji also slowly sat down, holding the relics in his hands.
All the monks stared curiously without blinking. They had never seen such a ceremony before.
"Moo..." The nine monks suddenly formed seals and shouted at the same time. When the monks heard this, their whole bodies trembled, and the whole world seemed to be shaking, almost shaking away their internal energy.
"Well..." A low voice seemed to come from the void, shaking all directions.
Song Jing looked at them doubtfully.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an act to appease the relic's aura, nor does it look like a trip to salvation. What on earth are they doing?
She has deep cultivation and is in tune with the void, so she can restrain herself from such vibrations and not go with the flow.
The combination of mantras and handprints stirred up the void. Gradually, a powerful force condensed in the void. A golden sun suddenly appeared in the sky above Daci'en Temple, matching this force.
The golden sun merged with this power and disappeared silently.
Where they disappeared, a black hole suddenly appeared in the void. This black hole was looming, unfathomable, and seemed to lead to the infinite void.
There are faint Sanskrit sounds floating out from this black hole, faintly.
The monks widened their eyes and listened to the Sanskrit sound. Their hearts moved slightly and they felt yearning. They vaguely felt that the opposite side of the black hole might be the Buddhist paradise. They wanted to poke their heads in and take a look, but they did not dare to disturb the nine monks from casting spells.
"Amitabha!" The nine old monks suddenly shouted the Buddha's name.
Just like the sound of a bronze bell, everyone's minds were suddenly clear, their fascination disappeared, and their bodies were shaken by the Buddha's name, like a struck bronze bell.
The black hole disappeared in a flash, and Chu Li's figure suddenly appeared in the void.
Before anyone could see clearly, several thunderbolts suddenly appeared and fell on him silently, followed by a loud "rumbling" that shook the earth.