Chapter 168: Transcendence of the Dharma Conference
I glanced sideways at the boy Fang Tao, and saw that the boy was squinting his eyes, smacking his mouth, and making a "bah, bah, bah, bah" sound, as if he was sucking something.
Seeing this guy's expression, I couldn't help but tremble in my heart, thinking that Zou Li really went to find that guy Fang Tao!
I looked carefully at this guy's mouth and saw that he kept moving, as if he was sucking something.
As he sucked and sucked, his lips suddenly turned purple, then turned from purple to black.
Damn it, this guy is really sucking snake venom with Zou Li.
"Fang Tao, wake up quickly." I tried to push Fang Tao to wake up.
Fang Tao reluctantly hit my arm with his hand and continued to suck "bah" and "bah".
I looked carefully at this guy's mouth, and his lips were as black as black grapes.
"Fang Tao, wake up quickly." I pushed the guy hard, but the guy seemed to have taken medicine and didn't respond for a long time.
"Pah!" I slapped him on the face.
"Ouch!"
I woke up this time. Fang Tao touched his face with his hand and opened his eyes. He glanced at me in surprise: "Did you hit me just now?"
"Yes! If I hadn't hit you, how would you have woken up?" I said.
Fang Tao touched his face with his hand, squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was reminiscing about something, and murmured to himself: "Wow! I just saw a woman with an excellent figure in my dream."
"Is it right to wear black stockings, peach blossom eyes, and a suspender top?" I asked Fang Tao.
"Hey! How do you know? Yes, it's this woman. Have you ever..." Speaking of this, Fang Tao's face immediately darkened, "It seems that this woman is a ghost again. She asked me just now
Kiss her legs..."
Sure enough, that damn woman Zou Li went to find Fang Tao.
How could this boy provoke female ghosts so easily and never tire of it every time? It seems that this boy is lustful to the core of his bones.
"In the end, you really kissed me, and you couldn't bear to let it go, right?" I asked Fang Tao.
Fang Tao smiled broadly at me and said, "I kissed you, but I'm not reluctant to let it go. The main thing is that the woman's figure is really great, and her legs are so white. By the way, it should be fine if I kiss her legs."
!Although I know she might be a ghost, but it’s okay to kiss a ghost!”
I sneered and took a mirror from the table nearby and gave it to him: "Take a look and you will know if everything is okay."
Fang Tao picked up the mirror and looked at his mouth, and couldn't help shouting: "Ah, how could this happen? My lips are black and they seem to be swollen!"
"This is the fate of being lecherous." I sneered: "Who told you not to get rid of that woman just now? Didn't I teach you how to control dreams?"
"Oh! Don't mention it, I have tried the dream control method. It is really effective. At the earliest, it was the sexy ghost I met that night who came to see me. I ignored that dead woman tonight. The dead woman was unwilling to give in.
He stretched out his hand to pinch me, but then I chanted 'Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva' three times and the dead woman ran away. It seems that this dream control technique is really effective."
When Fang Tao said this, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "But what I didn't expect was that another dead woman came again. She didn't do anything to me, she just asked me to kiss her thigh. I didn't think too much about it at the time.
So, I just obeyed her. Who knew it would be like this? Besides, in the dream, I, I really couldn’t do anything to her!"
As Fang Tao spoke, he looked in the mirror with a bitter look on his face.
Looking at it, he suddenly saw this boy shouting happily: "Oh, look, these lips are not as dark as before. It seems that this mirror can get rid of this evil spirit! That's great, even if that woman comes to look for me in the future
Me, I’m not afraid anymore.”
Looking at this guy, he looks like he will never die until he reaches the Yellow River. I really don’t know what to say to him. Anyway, he likes to suck snake venom for Zou Li, so let him suck it! It’s just a dream after all.
In the game, at most it can give people a little bit of bad luck, but it won't kill anyone.
I fell on the bed and fell asleep again.
I slept until the sun was shining on my quilt. When I got up, Master and Mrs. Chen had already left. Lian Xiaoru was already packing her bags.
I looked at the time and it was already past nine o'clock, so I said hello to Xiaoru and told her not to leave yet. It wouldn't be too late to leave tomorrow.
Xiaoru promised me.
She heard that I was going to Yanzi's Nest to watch the Chaodu Dharma Ceremony, so she went with me.
I rented a car and hurried towards the Yanziwo Bridge.
When we got there, we discovered that there were people crowding under the bridge.
Lian Xiaoru and I squeezed through the crowd and walked to the front to take a look.
Only then did I discover that a large Dharma table had been set up by the river. A statue of Amitabha Buddha was placed on the table. A yellow cloth was spread under the table, and on top of the yellow cloth were placed incense burners, flowers, fruits and tea.
Opposite the Buddha statue, several monks in yellow robes knelt down and worshiped. They knocked on wooden fish and chanted mantras.
Behind the monk were a group of lay people wearing Haiqing, each holding a scripture in their hands, and some people in casual clothes were also holding scriptures and reading.
There were at least two to three hundred people. The scene was really spectacular. The sound of chanting sutras surrounded the entire river. It echoed for a long time and the sound was endless.
I was a little intimidated by this momentum.
I think those lonely ghosts on the river, even if they didn't cross over, would be shocked by this momentum.
"There must be a lot of sentient beings nearby." Lian Xiaoru grabbed my hand, squeezed out, and whispered to me: "How about we open our eyes and take a look? I want to see what's going on on the river.
How many wandering souls are there?"
"All right!"
With that said, Lian Xiaoru took out two grapefruit leaves from his cloth bag, and then asked me for a bottle of cow's tears.
She gave me two pieces of grapefruit leaves, then put cow's tears on me, and then covered herself with grapefruit leaves.
Just like that, our eyes were opened.
I looked forward and was startled. I saw wandering souls that I had never seen standing everywhere on the river and on the river bank. Some had swollen bodies, and some were missing arms or legs.
But in general, most of them are swollen very much, which shows that most of these wandering souls were drowned in water.
Wave after wave of human souls floated slowly towards the Dharma table on the river. After a while, a golden light rose from above the Dharma table and projected on the river.
Soon, the wandering souls on the river swooped towards the golden light on the river like moths, and soon disappeared in the golden light.
When these wandering souls flew towards the golden light, I could see the expressions on their faces were smiling.
Maybe this is being transcended to another dimension!
When I was thinking this, I suddenly saw a wandering spirit slowly flying over from the bridge pier in front. If I looked carefully, I saw that one of the wandering spirits covered in blood was the one who was dragged and beaten by Peng Waibo that day.
A migrant worker who died in the human soul pile.
This migrant worker was taken away by evil spirits, and Master was not able to save him.
I saw the migrant worker standing in front of the statue of Amitabha for a while, seemingly listening to the sutras. After a while, I saw him turn around and rush towards the golden light that was projected previously.
Wandering souls kept coming from all directions, some left consciously after listening to the sutra for a while, and some pounced directly into the golden light.
It seems that in this large-scale transcendence ceremony, many wandering souls were transcended, but at the same time, there were also some wandering souls who failed to transcend.
"See, these are all wandering souls. There must be some enlightened monks chanting sutras here, so they can attract so many wandering souls to come and listen to the sutras." Lian Xiaoru said to me.
"Why can eminent monks chant sutras and attract more wandering souls to listen to sutras? Can't we ordinary people do the same?" I asked with some confusion.
"Ordinary people can do it, but they are not as powerful as the great monks. Their will power can transcend countless wandering souls. Did you see that even the wandering souls on the distant mountains have been driven down?"
While Lian Xiaoru was talking, he suddenly heard a clear bell ringing from the mountain in the distance: "Boom!"
"It's a bell, this is the Netherworld Bell."
Lian Xiaoru looked at the mountains in the distance with wide eyes in surprise, and couldn't help but say: "I didn't expect that there are temples in the mountains in the distance, and the sound can travel so far. This is the Netherworld Bell, the Netherworld Bell
Once the bell is rung, all suffering beings can get a moment of rest, and even the evil ghosts suffering in hell can get a moment of rest. Because of this, temples usually ring the Netherworld Bell at night and early morning, with the purpose of letting people know.
Sentient beings suffering in hell can find temporary relief."
After listening to what this girl Lian Xiaoru said, I couldn't help but admire her. I didn't expect that this girl knew so much.
"You see, when the bell rings, all the wandering souls stop."
Lian Xiaoru pointed to the Dharma altar not far away.
When I looked in front of the altar, I saw that those wandering souls were quietly listening to the sound of the bell, as if someone had tapped their acupoints.
"Boom!"
Every time it rings, all the ghosts will stop consciously and listen carefully one by one. I bet the sound of the bell will make them feel very comfortable.
It seems that today's large-scale Dharma gathering is organized by the temples on the mountain and the monks on the river bank, who have joined forces to hold a large-scale transcendence puja.
The bells stopped ringing. The wandering spirits from before began to become active again. The monks in front of the altar continued to chant sutras.
After a while, he recited "Wannan Amitabha" again.
One after another, the sound is endless.
Suddenly Lian Xiaoru turned around and said to me: "Now you know why temples are regarded as places with extremely evil spirits in Feng Shui!"
"I know, because there are monks chanting sutras there every day. As long as there are places where sutras are chanted, there will be wandering souls who come to listen to sutras, that is, sentient beings. So the yin energy nearby is very heavy, but the temple itself will not have yin energy. Because
There is a protector in the temple."
I replied to Lian Xiaoru that Uncle Yuan had specially trained me on these basic knowledge before.
I inadvertently looked into the distance, and suddenly I saw two people walking slowly on the river, coming from under the bridge pier. They were a mother and son, and the mother was holding the son's hand.
I took a closer look, and it was exactly that night that we found the mother and son who had died in a capsized boat under the bridge pier.
"It's great that the mother and son have also been transcended." Apparently, Lian Xiaoru also saw the mother and son.
As he was talking, he suddenly saw a familiar figure walking from the shore in the distance. The guy tilted his head and was short and thin.
I couldn't help but tremble in my heart, thinking: Why is Peng Waibo here too? Hasn't his life span not yet expired? He still has one more day to live!
There's something wrong with Peng Waibo reincarnating himself so early!
I couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.
I turned around and walked to an aunt, and asked in a low voice: "Auntie, is the Master invited by the Peng Group for the Transcendence Dharma today?"
"No!" Auntie replied decisively.
My aunt's answer surprised me. Peng Waibo was very good last night. He called the Feng Shui master of the Peng Group and told him to hold a large-scale salvation ceremony! But where did these monks come from?