Just when those Japanese Fusang monks receded like the night tide, and Wu Xu was surprised, a blood-red cold moon suddenly rose in the dark night sky. This blood-red cold moon instantly shed thousands of crimson lights.
An old monster from the Hidden Moon Sect! Wu Xu was shocked and almost teleported into the Dharma Realm Dojo.
Those crimson rays of light, hanging down from high in the sky, become more and more uneven the further down they go, the more they are intertwined together in twos and threes, making them look extremely gorgeous and weird.
The Buddha's chants were heard everywhere, but to no avail. The Japanese Fusang monks who had just wanted to besiege Wuxu were all contaminated by the crimson light. As it circulated, they turned into black gas, rising along the gray trajectory in the night sky, like a group of demons dancing wildly. The evil ghost is wandering.
In the Dharma Realm Dojo, Wuxu saw all those Japanese Fusang monks killed under the blood moon. But the night sky became even darker and gloomier, and the blood moon hung alone in the sky for a moment before gradually fading away.
This battle seemed to have no outcome. The two old monsters of the Hidden Moon Sect sacrificed themselves to the Bloody Moon and slaughtered almost all the monks in Kyoto City, but they only added a few points to the endless night sky. The dark color, a bit of haze, adds a bit of reliance to the ghost Dao Overhaul who secretly controls the bronze mysterious coffin.
Wuxu thought like this, and quietly left the Dharma Realm dojo and went to the temple below. However, he saw that the temple was filled with ghosts. The dark Buddha statues in the temple were covered with light red cracks. None of them were intact, and they looked like ghosts. There was also a strong sense of resentment. It is everywhere, filling inside and outside the Buddhist temple, turning into a shrill low roar.
Although Wuxu was not afraid, he was not happy either. Although the three monks in this temple and even the monks from the four temples in Kyoto came to besiege him, thinking that he was an outsider and invader from China, they must have been under the influence of witchcraft. , was bewitched. Now, he has been reduced to ashes and helped the evildoers do evil, which is extremely pitiful.
Where is the ghost Dao Da Cultivator!? He actually plays with the Buddhist disciples in the palm of his hand!
After enlightenment, I let out the light of the Buddha and recited the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra" more than once. Who knew, after reciting it several times, the surroundings were still the same as before! It was still like a ghost land!
Wuxu was shocked and angry, "Since you are such a powerful ghost cultivator! I will not recite sutras and recite mantras, but use my Nirvana Dharma Realm to annihilate the ghost energy around me!" Immediately, he held out Nirvana. Bai Guzhu, recited the "Great Nirvana Sutra". Nirvana in the Dharma Realm, realized the void and thought hard, it is estimated that reciting the "Great Nirvana Sutra" can avoid the backlash.
"Amitabha!" A Buddha's name rang out from a dark corner. A monk walked out with a handsome face and a sad look.
"Amitabha!" Wuxu returned the greeting while looking at this person, secretly amazed in his heart. Such pure Buddha's breath is really rare, but why has he never seen it in this temple before?
"Amitabha!" the monk chanted again with his palms clasped together.
"Amitabha!" Wuxu had no choice but to return the greeting.
Amitabha!
At the sound of the monk's chant, the ghost spirit in the temple was like a mouse seeing a cat, quickly escaping. For a moment, it disappeared without a trace. Everything here seemed to be completely resurrected. The flowers are flowers, and the fragrance is dark. The flowers are not. The petals of the flowers are like spring breeze and spring light around them. The ancient vines and old trees seem to have come to life. They are spitting out their young leaves and swaying their branches.
He came from this way.
Wuxu, stared at it, feeling deep fear for no reason, "Little monk Wuxu, dare I ask you your Dharma name?"
"Life and death only last for a moment. Once there is life, there is death, and after death, there is resurrection." He walked towards Wuxu, without opening his lips, but his voice rang out in the endless night, "The little monk's name is Wusheng."
No life is death! Wuxu suddenly woke up and smiled at this man, "Since there is no life, why do you stay in this world without being able to escape? Could it be said that the bronze mysterious coffin can bring the dead back to life?"
This monk Wusheng, with a more sad look on his face, faced Wuxu, clasped his hands and said, "A few days ago, something evil secretly came to Fusang in Japan, poisoning the world. The air of death covered the air, and both monks and laymen were harmed by it.
Struggle on the verge of death, frantic and unstoppable."
"But, Master Wu Sheng..." Wuxu has not finished asking. A statue of Namo Great Wish Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva appears from Wu Sheng's head, holding a seven-color jewel in his left hand and a nine-foot tin staff in his right hand.
There was also a trace of sadness on it. This appearance flashed by, and Wu Sheng immediately said, "It's just because the method practiced by the young monk is based on Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva as the deity of visualization."
If the hell is not empty, you will never become a Buddha. It is said that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in Zhongnan has great merit and power in the netherworld. This Wusheng seems to be a real person, and he is practicing Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
Dharma door, naturally there is no need to fear the heavy death energy.
Wuxu said to himself, and saluted Wu Sheng with his palms together, "I dare to ask Master Wu Sheng, do you know where the evil thing is hidden?"
Wu Sheng shook his head, "There is a ghost monk who secretly refined it and hid it in the formation. The junior monk risked his life several times to investigate, but returned without success."
Wuxu nodded and muttered, "In the near future, many real people and even great spiritual monks will come to Japan Fusang to compete for this thing. I hope this catastrophe can be eliminated soon." After that, he did it again.
He bowed politely and turned around to leave. This person came at a strange time, and Wuxu was wary of it.
When Wu Sheng saw Wuxu, he went straight away without stopping or stopping him. He just chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice and then disappeared into the darkness of the night.
The blood moon just now killed most of the monks in the temples inside and outside Kyoto, which has already shocked everyone. Many people took to the streets and looked at the dark night sky in horror. Some trembled, pulled their families, and leaned on
By the corner, it seems
They seemed homeless; some were crawling on the ground in groups of three or five, making trouble like garlic. But soon, several demon cultivators appeared in the air, telling everyone not to be afraid and disperse. On the ground
Above, there were sergeants with long guns, suppressing and driving them away.
The city of Kyoto gradually became quiet. After a while, it gradually became noisy again. Songs and dances started again, and the pungent smell of alcohol began to flow out from many houses, wandering unscrupulously in the night sky.
"Beautiful cherry blossoms bloom in the night sky. Kind people, wandering in the drunken land. The red moon flashes like a shooting star. It is the blessing of the gods. Please take me with you! Death is like this glass of wine.
....."A man in rich clothes was leaning against a small window, his hand holding a wine glass stretched out, singing wildly there.
Bang, bang, bang... People in the room were high-fiving each other. Soon, countless high-fives were heard in this area, along with the man's wild singing.
This so-called collective unconsciousness is actually a kind of collective subconsciousness, a fixed psychological pattern precipitated in the hearts of people in the world. The fear of death and the search for mutual dependence on similar people... This collective unconsciousness, or collective
The subconscious breaks free from the usual constraints and bursts out, showing a charm that is independent of the senses and transcends ordinary emotions. It is a more direct, more primitive, and more essential reaction, or existence.
From the perspective of Buddhism, although such an existence cannot be compared with the eighth treasure consciousness, it is enough to be transformed into a god in the outside world. Therefore, Wuxu who happened to pass by could not help but frown slightly and follow the sound.
But I saw that Wu Sheng walked to the izakaya first. After a while, he stood next to the man who was singing wildly. But he didn't say a word, just stood there quietly, listening to the wild singing,
Looking at the night sky.
Wuxu hesitated for a moment and then walked over.
"I heard that at one time the Buddha was in the Trayasa Heaven, preaching the Dharma for his mother..." The voice of the inanimate voice suddenly rose up, and it was the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra" that he was reciting.
Wuxu walked through the narrow hall, passed through the drunken singers, and climbed up the stairs. There were only more than ten steps. But Wu Sheng was chanting sutras very quickly and had already used his magical power. By the time Wuxu finished walking up the wooden stairs
, when we reached the top floor, Wu Sheng had already finished reciting it.
"All members of the assembly resumed their salutes, clasped their hands and retreated."
Wuxu climbed up to the top floor, folded his palms in obeisance and recited, "Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Mahasattva". After doing this three times, Wuxu raised his head and looked around. He saw everyone, including the man singing wildly, all prostrate on the ground.
, bursting into tears and crying, unable to control himself.
Wu Sheng stood there with his hands raised, "All dharmas are equal, there is no superiority or inferiority", just like a preacher. Then these people stood up tremblingly and surrounded Wu Sheng, looking extremely respectful.
Wu Sheng turned around and smiled slightly at Wuxu who had just come up. Those people also cast their gazes on Wuxu, looking like sculptures in the weak candlelight, showing a hint of coldness.
"Amitabha!" Wu Sheng saluted Wuxu.
Just under this lifeless chant, those people suddenly dispersed like a tide, and went back to their seats, drinking, singing, devouring food, hugging the singer next to them and laughing endlessly. They were all filled with joy and beaming.
, but the dead energy in his body is even worse, his skin is horribly white, and his beard is horribly black.
After Wu Sheng bowed to Wuxu, he sat down and started reciting the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra again.
While chanting and reciting it, those people aged rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, their movements became slower and slower, their beards and hair gradually fell off, their skin gradually shriveled, and there were wisps of black air above their heads, heading straight towards the night sky outside.
"Amitabha!" Na Wusheng suddenly stopped chanting and said to Wuxu, "Monks are compassionate. Master, could it be that the master just watched these innocent people infected with the spirit of death, and their souls fell into that evil spirit?
Hands of things?”
Wuxu recalled what he had just seen, and thought to himself, "Sure enough!" He couldn't help but ask, "Is it possible that Master Wusheng cannot transcend it even if he recites it?"
At this moment, those people had completely stopped and sat there blankly, with empty eyes and stiff bodies like mummies. The black air above their heads was like a line, twisting and turning, like a spider web above the roof of the building. There was noisy downstairs.
, the singing and laughter outside the building seemed to be in another world.
Hearing Wuxu ask this question, Wu Sheng didn't say anything. He just put his palms together. The wind blew by and the monk's robe lifted up. A black palm print was faintly revealed on the skin of his chest. Centered on the palm print, there were countless fine black lines.
It spread and became extremely terrifying.
"It's a pity that the young monk was hit by the ghost Dao Cultivator's palm and is still alive today. Otherwise, even the souls of these people can't be protected and saved." Wu Sheng said lightly, as if everything had nothing to do with him, it was just the worry on his face.
Color cannot be erased.
"Amitabha!" Wuxu recited the Buddha's name deeply, looked at Wusheng carefully for a moment, and then said, "Master Wusheng, his cultivation level is not as good as Wuxu's.
It can’t be resolved either.”
"What's the difference between life and death?" Wu Sheng seemed to have expected it and didn't mind. "Wu Sheng just asks for Master's mercy."
"What's the matter?" Wu Xu looked at Wu Sheng intently.
Inanimate, sitting there silently, motionless. The faint sound of chanting "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra" resounded in the air again. But the death energy around him also became faintly thicker, and under the undercurrent, he transformed into
It's a ghostly shadow, changing and circling, and it's extremely eerie.
"This evil thing is the most precious treasure of the ghost realm. It has been controlled by the true spirit of the ghost realm. If it does not go away for a day, all living beings in Japan, including the dead, regardless of good or evil, who are about to enter reincarnation, will be taken away by it and will never be able to live in it forever."
Transcendence! Wu Sheng just realized that Master Xu has cultivated the Mandala Dharma Realm in the temple, which can isolate the influence of this evil thing. Can the souls of these people be absorbed into it and transformed?"
Wuxu suddenly raised his head and stared at Wu Sheng in surprise. Where did Wu Sheng come from? He was so powerful. He was in the temple just now. In order to avoid the blood moon, he only secretly entered and left the Mandala Dharma Realm. Unexpectedly, he was spotted by him at a glance.
After a moment of silence, Wuxu said, "The power of the Mandala Dharma Realm is very powerful. These people are deeply infected with the energy of death and ingest it rashly. The good or bad luck is unpredictable."
Wuxu had once transformed into the dead souls and evil spirits in the Mandala Dharma Realm, so he was somewhat confident. However, these people had been cast spells by Wu Sheng before. If Wuxu had to rashly enter the Dharma Realm dojo, Wuxu still had some confidence.
Extremely cautious.
"Amitabha!" Wu Sheng recited, "Even if he is saved by the master, it is better than being a helper of a tiger." After a short sentence, Wu Sheng's voice became lower and lower. A statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva appeared from the top of his head and spoke.
Faint Buddha light. Countless ghost shadows rushed towards it like moths rushing to the flame, surrounding it and flying around. Between the light and shadow, there were
There were countless blurry and ferocious faces, looking like biting and eating, with blood and tears. Surrounded by those ghostly shadows, the image of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva above Wu Sheng's head quickly dimmed and was on the verge of collapse; he himself also gradually began to fade.
He became thinner and shriveled up, and seemed to be gradually turning into white bones, dust, and nothingness along with those around him who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
"Amitabha!" Seeing this, Wuxu put his palms together and offered sacrifices to his Dharma Realm Dojo, and took in a dozen people nearby. Then in the Tianyuan Temple of the Dharma Realm Dojo, Wuxu formed a seal, immobilized these ten people, and began to chant at the same time.
"Buddha Says Infinite Life"
"Sutra". Unexpectedly, for a long time, no Amitabha Buddha appeared from the void with the golden light. Instead, there were countless fine black airflows that suddenly exploded out from the ten people. The ten people's corpses were suddenly gone.
Not a single soul remains.
Wuxu secretly said something bad, and suddenly transformed into three heads and six arms, with his fingers moving rapidly, and at the same time forming the Amitabha Seal, the Lotus Heart Seal, and the Fudo Myoyo Fundamental Seal. For a time, the entire Tianyuan Temple was golden, as if completely immersed in
In the light of the Buddha in the west, it is like a diamond; there are countless white lotuses, surrounding Wuxu in the midst of many sutras and Sanskrit chants.
Most of those black air currents dissipated in an instant, and finally they were all annihilated. When Wuxu saw this, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Looking at those black air currents, it seemed that they were trying to break through his Dharma Realm dojo and get in touch with the bronze mysterious coffin in the outside world. What if
This is unimaginable.
Wuxu sat in the Tianyuan Temple of the Dharma Realm without going out, secretly observing the outside world. The remaining people in the restaurant had completely disappeared, and only Wu Sheng, who was covered in ink black, was sitting there silently, doing exercises to heal his injuries.
The candlelight was dimly illuminating, and the sound of the "Mahayana Sutra" was faintly heard. Black air constantly overflowed from Wu Sheng's body, turning into pure white, with a faint indescribable breath, like the fragrance of flowers lingering around it, changing into
Countless patterns, white lotuses, skulls, blood bottles, bows and arrows, scriptures, swords, golden pestles, Rakshasa, Dakini...
This Wusheng seems to be a successor of Tantric Buddhism, and the skills he shows are quite similar to that of the Mandala Realm. The only difference is that the deity he cultivates is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. It is estimated to be Fusang from Japan.
Created by local monks. Since the Tang Dynasty, Buddhism has spread to Japan and Fusang. It has continued to evolve and is naturally different from that in China...
Wuxu thought to himself, and was hesitating whether to help him, something happened again! He saw boundless death energy flying from all directions outside, surging towards Wu Sheng and himself, accumulating around him like a wave.
Daheishan.
"Mandala Dharma Realm!" the inanimate consciousness said urgently.
Wuxu sacrificed himself to the Dharma Realm Dojo and escaped into it, but hesitated whether he should take in the Wusheng as well.
The small restaurant was already in silence and darkness, and the outside world seemed to be completely isolated. The Dharma around Wu Sheng had completely disappeared, and his body was quickly submerged by the death energy.
Wuxu did not dare to hesitate any longer, and finally took it into his Dharma Realm Dojo, but he was cautious and took it to the peripheral Dharma Realm of Annihilation instead of into Tianyuan Temple.
"Who are you!?" Wu Sheng looked around and saw a gray, empty and lifeless area. Wu Xu stood there coldly and asked in shock. At this moment, he was deeply entangled in the aura of death.
, his whole body was already skin and bones, his face was devoid of any color or expression, and he looked like a living dead. However, as soon as he entered the Dharma Realm of Void Nirvana, he jumped up stiffly like a corpse.
"Amitabha! Master Wu Sheng, please be patient." Wu Xu sighed secretly and said slowly while taking him into Tianyuan Temple.
As soon as Na Wusheng entered Tianyuan Temple and saw that the main hall was empty, he couldn't help laughing and said, "That's it!" He couldn't help but fly over the incense table and sit upright with his palms clasped in mid-air, looking very solemn.
Wuxu also laughed angrily, "You have indeed been deceived! Since you want to be a Buddha, the monk will send you to the West!" He took out the White Bone Sword of Nirvana and slashed at it.
Wu Sheng was sitting in the main hall where the Buddha should have been. Under the sword energy of the Wuxu Nirvana White Bone Sword, he instantly turned into a skeleton, but his aura was stronger! With two crystal clear hands, one hand was upward, and the other was downward.
Duan shouted
"I am the only one in heaven and on earth!" A wisp of death energy penetrated into the foundation of the hall. Suddenly, the hall was filled with gloomy winds and boundless ghost trumpets sounded. A ray of death energy penetrated the top of the hall, and the death energy poured down from the outside world like a waterfall.
Tianyuan Temple was suddenly submerged and fell into boundless darkness.
The inanimate skeleton changed again and again, turning into Lu Yeqing. He was dressed in black robes, sitting in the darkness with great dignity, like Yama, and said meaningfully to Wuxu, "Since there is no honorable person in this palace,
Since it has no owner, it serves as my Netherworld Palace!"
"It turns out it's you!" Wuxu said in a deep voice, and slowly pulled out the Xingyun Bamboo Sword.
As the saying goes
Compassion is for the sake of saving all sentient beings. Unless hell is empty, you will not become a Buddha.
Once the dojo falls into the netherworld, he must draw his sword to kill Yama.