A strong feeling of unwillingness welled up from the bottom of my heart. Even if I am like this now, I can definitely do something and finally escape from the gate of hell again and again. Even if I die, at least I can look at Wanlin again, and
Don't die at the hands of these inexplicable and unknown people.
I mobilized all the Taoist energy in my body to form a protective film on the outer layer of my body, but because I don’t know where the charms on my hands fell, and there were wounds on my body from the bites, I couldn’t lift my hands at all.
Get a new talisman, because my cultivation is still shallow, and the power of Taoism formed without the help of talismans is simply not enough to resist the devouring of resentful souls on its own. As soon as it gathered on the skin, it was dispersed by the continuous stream of evil energy.
In this way, no matter how much Taoist power I mobilize, it is actually just a waste of physical strength, and it will only delay my death for more than ten seconds at most.
By the way, not only is there Taoism, I also have the power of Buddhism. Now that I can't reach out and touch the talisman, Buddhism, which can be effective by just reciting the scriptures, is the best choice.
I bit the tip of my tongue and squirted out a mouthful of hot blood, temporarily dispelling the resentful souls wrapped around my head. I only heard a burning sound coming from my ears, followed by several screams from the resentful souls.
It flew away and hovered above me in shock.
Probably because the hot blood in the heart connected to the tip of the tongue is the most powerful and positive thing, so even the ghosts who have already lost their minds and only have the instinct to pounce on living creatures subconsciously know not to confront its sharpness.
But soon, they saw that my death-defying counterattack was already at its end. There was no second spurt of hot blood from the tip of my tongue. The violent burst of Yang Qi around me also gradually dissipated. After a while, they would continue
Jumping down recklessly.
Of course, I couldn't let go of this opportunity that only lasted a moment. Then the pain from biting the tip of my tongue forced my brain to wake up, and I began to recall the contents of the "Heart Sutra", and then blurted out:
"I heard that for a while the Buddha was in the Trayastrim Heaven..."
Wait a minute? What am I reciting? This doesn’t seem to be the beginning of the Heart Sutra?
Although I felt very strange about the content of the scriptures that I read out of my mouth, there was no obvious sense of dissonance. In other words, it was even more natural and smooth than when I recited the Heart Sutra.
This feeling is very familiar. It’s probably not the first time I’ve encountered it... Yes, this is the Ksitigarbha Sutra! It was the first two times when I saved infant spirits and living corpses, it felt like I was possessed by gods and Buddhas.
Generally speaking, the scriptures that come out of the mouth involuntarily send all these innocent souls who are extremely difficult to appease and deliver to reincarnation safely.
Although I don't know why it has appeared inexplicably now, but if we want to resolve the situation at hand, only the power of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who says "until hell is empty, I will never become a Buddha", is the most suitable.
Just like the previous two times, I didn't even need to put in a little effort. In fact, I didn't have any energy left in my body to speak. It was just completely natural, as if my lips were automatically moved by the Buddha's light all over my body.
Read out the first verse.
I felt that countless seemingly unfamiliar but yet extremely familiar scriptures were pouring out from the bottom of my heart, and then popped out of my mouth involuntarily, and the Buddhist Dharma in my body also emerged from the sea of dantian energy with the echo of the scriptures.
It surged throughout my body and then emerged from the 480 million pores, making my whole body look like a dazzling little sun.
This is probably the so-called Buddha's light and auspicious circle, right? I feel that the light emanating from my whole body, under the influence of some unknown force, gradually forms halo after circle, and then spreads out, haloing
The sky spreads into bright clouds one after another.
"The Great Light Cloud, the so-called Great Perfection Light Cloud, the Great Compassion Light Cloud, the Great Wisdom Light Cloud, the Great Prajna Light Cloud..."
The scriptures poured out like running water, along with the power of Buddhism, and poured into the cloud of light, and then wrapped up all the resentful souls around me that were screaming and biting, and even the bodies that were gradually melting.
They were all covered up in the clouds.
These bright clouds seemed to have their own intelligence, as if they knew that there were countless resentful souls and zombies waiting for salvation upstairs, and floated towards the fourth and fifth floors on their own, embracing all the sacrifices that had died in vain due to the lunar eclipse.
It's like a fantasy. On these rotten and disgusting corpses, pure white lotus flowers are actually growing. Sandalwood is filling the surroundings, and mandala flowers are raining from the sky above their heads, just like those restless ones before.
Under the baptism of the power of Buddhism, the resentful souls transformed the resentments and obsessions that they could not let go of during their lifetime into holy white lotuses, symbolizing liberation before the next life.
I finally learned that the strange scenes of Buddha preaching mentioned in many Buddhist scriptures were not created out of nothing by an overly imaginative imagination, but scenes that really happened.
I feel that the strength in my body is gradually coming back. Even the wounds all over my body that were blasted by thunder and fire talismans, devoured by zombies, and torn apart by resentful spirits are gradually healed by being bathed in the embrace of Buddha's light.
My limbs were full of strength, and there was no resentment in my body anymore, so I took the opportunity to jump up, clasped my hands together, and continued to recite Buddhist scriptures devoutly:
"Ksitigarbha's original oath, after reviewing the sutras, I found out that the scars and bruises were caused by the previous life. In this life, I will meet the Mahayana, and the benefits will be endless. It is determined that I will be reborn as a Lotus Lotus!"
Just like the previous feeling, the Buddha's light in the void formed a giant hand, shrouding countless souls purified by the bright clouds, and then connected back and forth to form a ball of light. With the blessing of the rain of Sanskrit singing flowers, it overcame obstacles.
The heavy river of forgetfulness crossed the Santu River, drifted slowly in front of the Yaksha evil ghost, and finally entered the Hall of the King of Hell where reincarnation is determined.
The scene that could not tell whether it was an illusion or reality finally disappeared at this moment. Whether it was the underworld, the six reincarnations, lotus flowers and light clouds, they all turned into scattered light spots as the golden light in front of them faded, and gradually dissipated.
As the salvation was coming to an end, I recited the last sentence of the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra": "Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Mahasattva!"
"Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Mahasattva!" The second Buddha's name came from the mouths of hundreds and thousands of people, echoing in the underworld. I knew that this was the devout voice of the Gu corpses who had been saved by me before on the other side of samsara.
respond.
"Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Mahasattva!" The last Buddha's chant resounded throughout the world. Every floor tile under your feet and every piece of wood on the stair railing seemed to have become spiritual because of bathing in the Buddha's light, and they all praised together.