Zhou Yi restrained his appearance and seemed neither sad nor happy.
His focus at this time was all on the sword pill coated with a faint golden glow in the dantian inside his body.
Just now, he was about to kill Cui Ying'er who turned into a zombie with one finger of sword energy.
Unexpectedly, at the moment when the sword pill was rising, the unnamed Buddhist sutra suddenly appeared in his mind.
Densely packed golden characters swirled and danced in front of my eyes, turning into misty Buddhist sounds that echoed in my ears.
I don’t know how much time passed.
They transformed, condensed, derived... and finally became the only words of Buddha.
"Spend"
Although there is only one word.
But it contains the wonderful meaning of Zen and the true scriptures of Buddhism.
It also made Zhou Yi instantly understand the true meaning and usage of the unnamed Buddhist scriptures.
Buddha, with compassion as his heart, saves all living beings in the world.
So, when the sword energy fell from the sky, it was dyed with the aura of Buddha nature, shining golden and silent.
It was like switching from the thunderous Buddha's anger to the universal compassion.
And when it performs the method of salvation, the power it displays is, from a certain perspective, even more unfathomable and mysterious than when it kills demons.
He directly destroyed the body of zombie Cui Ying'er, who had condensed the vicious blood of Lingnan Road, but it did not dissipate, but was stuck in the void on the other side.
The soul follows Qi, and the soul follows body.
The zombie body is destroyed, the six souls are separated, and the ghost of Cui Ying'er, who is detained by the master of the hidden sect, will naturally find it difficult to continue to survive.
The soul-binding rope was shattered in the air, allowing Cui Ying'er's ghost to return to its place.
The body that was scattered into pieces in the void was reunited, and the three souls and six souls returned to their places.
Cui Ying'er has become a rare zombie in the world, with an independent soul, no control, and clear consciousness.
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"My Buddha is merciful and saves all sentient beings. I am not merciful... I only save those who are destined."
Zhou Yi looked at the scripture that gradually became dim in his mind, and recited it silently in his heart.
The reason why Cui Yinger was saved.
First, although she was trapped in a hidden door, she did not lose her good nature.
Second, her brother Cui Hu, although he is a ghost, has Buddha nature in his heart. He begs in every possible way and makes great wishes in front of the monks in order to achieve this cause and effect.
Even so, Zhou Yi was secretly amazed by this mysterious and extraordinary Buddhist method.
Little do they know that just because of this Buddhist scripture, it is so mysterious and extraordinary.
Or can I obtain similar Buddhist techniques from any Buddhist scriptures or Buddhist treasures?
Unfortunately, this is the only Buddhist scripture I know, and I cannot find a second Buddhist scripture for argumentation.
"Huh?"
Zhou Yi stopped brooding and looked at Cui Hu, who was crawling in the air, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"The smell of incense?"
That's right, there was actually a faint scent of incense flowing out of Cui Hu's body, which was the same as the majestic and vast aura in Huang Xu's body.
It seems that this Cui Hu is really a man of wisdom.
Unexpectedly, he learned it by himself without a teacher, and he realized the way of incense and fire immediately after his death.
Of course, I have only just gained this Tao for the first time. I have not even started practicing it yet, so my Tao behavior is zero.
Zhou Yi felt a little regretful in his heart.
If Cui Hu was alive, he could develop him into a monk. With his cultivation as a martial artist, he could directly control a temple for himself in the future.
And his physical heart has been destroyed, and even the most expensive money-buying tricks can't save it.
Zhou Yi thought for a moment and asked:
"Since Donor Cui has become a ghost and his way of survival in the human world has been cut off, what are his plans next?"
Cui Hu and Cui Yinger looked at each other.
"We, brother and sister, all suffered this hardship because of the old man Nama. The holy monk saved my sister-in-law and ruined the old thief's years of hard work. The old thief must be frightened and suspicious at this time."
Cui Ying'er said: "If the holy monk allows it, Ying'er and her brother will take advantage of the old thief's shock to go and seek justice... tooth for tooth, blood for blood!"
Zhou Yi whispered the Buddha's name and said with a smile: "Everyone has his own destiny, and cause and effect are impermanent. As long as it's not something that harms nature and harms the laws, what does it have to do with this little monk?"
Cui Hu and Cui Ying'er looked happy and thanked them again.
"If you see a curly-haired young man with 'gut' in his name in the hidden door in the future, just remember not to be embarrassed." Zhou Yi continued.
"Don't worry, Holy Monk, Cui and his sister-in-law should keep this in mind."
Cui Hu paused and asked tentatively: "Just now I heard that there seemed to be some mystery in what the holy monk said. I would like to ask the holy monk to give you some advice."
Zhou Yi had already planned to leave.
Hearing this, he stared at Cui Hu and smiled slightly: "Since you asked the young monk, you are destined, and the young monk will give you another future. If you are interested, you can go to the Heshen Temple in the east of Guangyuan County to pray for jade.
Qinghe God, just say that you want to learn how to use incense to become a god. As long as you are respectful and sincere, I think Yuqing River God will not deliberately make things difficult for the little monk."
"Thank you, holy monk, for your advice!"
Cui Hu looked ecstatic.
He was worried about what to do in the future. After all, no one wanted to be a lonely ghost.
Cui Hu bowed and asked, "I wonder what the holy monk has to say to my sister-in-law?"
This...your sister is already a zombie beyond the level of a soul-watching warrior. It is estimated that it is at least equivalent to the title of the county master... However, there is no relevant zombie way practice method at all in the small black characters.
You ask the young monk, who should the young monk ask?
Oh no, isn't she capable of turning human palms into Biro's "cooking skills"? Go figure it out yourself!
Zhou Yi smiled mysteriously and said calmly: "Buddha said: Cause and effect are impermanent, life and death are impermanent, the future is impermanent, and all kinds of impermanence cannot be understood."
"Impermanence..."
"...can't say?"
Cui Hu and Cui Ying'er looked at each other. Instead of being disappointed, they looked happy.
If you can get the holy monk to say "Don't say it", you will definitely survive the catastrophe and will be blessed later!
Cui Ying'er's future achievements will definitely not be low!
The brother and sister bowed to Zhou Yi again and again.
At Zhou Yi's urging, he reluctantly left this compassionate human holy monk, jumped and floated, and headed towards Guangyuan County.
"This zombie is not afraid of the sun? It's okay... I don't know what kind of fortune this Cui Ying'er will have in the future. Everything in this world is really impermanent."
Snapped!
There was another sound of kneeling behind me.
"Holy monk, help me..."
But Qi Zhen'er, who was missing half of his arm, knelt in the ruins of the inn, kowtowing to Zhou Yi, his face full of awe and prayer.
"You're not dead, so why would you say that?"
Zhou Yi did not turn around.
Qi Zhener looked at his broken arm, pursed his lips, and said with tears: "I want to leave the Hidden Sect and escape the sea of suffering, and I hope the holy monk can save me."
"Oh? You said that the Hidden Gate is a sea of suffering, but the young monk doesn't think so. What can cross the sea of suffering is neither people nor boats, but the human heart."
Qi Zhener was stunned.
When she looked up again, the otherworldly snow-white monk's robe had disappeared without a trace.
Only the ruins of the ruins and the buried bones and wood and rubble were left.
From beginning to end, it takes only half a cup of tea.
To her, it felt like a world away.
"Isn't the Hidden Gate a sea of suffering? Does the holy monk mean to let me continue to stay in the Hidden Gate... He has other plans in the future?"
Qi Zhener looked hesitant.
After a while, she took out a few copper coins that were still warm from her arms.
"What did the holy monk mean by leaving this copper coin? Could it be... that it was a gift to someone for travel expenses? Someone understood that the holy monk was hinting to me to leave Guangyuan County or even the Yinmen of Jiannan Road and go to the Yinmen elsewhere to stay.
Point. After all, the chief helmsman of Guangyuan County has offended the holy monk, and a disaster is imminent."
A look of surprise appeared on Qi Zhen'er's face, and she bowed respectfully in the direction where the holy monk left.
Then she tried her best to hold herself up, and before the sound of horse hooves from the officers and soldiers in the distance approached, she limped away and ran away.
…
Boom!
With a loud noise.
The early morning silence of the town was broken.
"Ah! What happened?"
"Look! It looks like the Luoxia Inn there?"
"Why did it suddenly get dark? It's such a thick fog, why can't I see anything..."
…
"The fog has cleared, the fog has cleared!"
"Look! Luoxia Inn... collapsed?"
"What's going on? Go and have a look!"
Most of the town was alarmed.
Residents who got up early walked out of their homes one after another and rushed to the Luoxia Inn.
There may be a small number of people who take pleasure in others' misfortunes, but the vast majority of people look sad and worried.
Not only because Luoxia Inn can help the town retain merchants, but more because Cui Ying'er, the proprietress of the inn, is quite popular in the town. She is not only kind to others, but also a good cook, and often gives gifts to the town.
Chinese common people.
Among the crowds rushing towards the ruins of the inn, there was an old man and a young man walking against the current.
The old man in a linen coat hugged his grandson tightly with one hand and clasped the bamboo box filled with mechanical dolls with the other hand.
This is the only way for the two of them to make ends meet as they travel around the country performing arts. It is a life-threatening household item.
The boy was curled up in the old man's arms, while he was holding a ceramic doll. He turned around and looked at the dusty ruins in the distance with a dazed expression.
"Grandpa, why did the inn collapse just after we left?"
Fear appeared on the old man's face, he subconsciously held his grandson tightly, and luckily sighed: "Fortunately, we walked quickly. I thought it was unlucky to meet that evil monk this morning, but I didn't expect it to be a blessing in disguise."
The boy blinked his eyes lightly and asked in a low voice: "Grandpa, that bad monk, will he... die?"
Listening to his grandson's slightly complicated tone, the old man sighed softly, shook his head slightly, and said nothing.
At this moment, a group of people appeared behind the yellow mud wall not far away. They were wearing linen clothes and carrying weapons hidden around their waists. They were all looking towards the original inn with complicated expressions and saying something to each other.
They deliberately lowered their voices, making them as quiet as mosquitoes.
Little did they know that the pair of jugglers in the crowd were good at all kinds of martial arts.
Among them is lip reading...
"What Leng Biaotou means is that the monk deliberately pretended to be an evil monk? In order to make everyone leave the inn?"
"No wonder, I also think that the monk has clear features and extraordinary temperament. How can he be like that kind of country bully?"
"This Luoxia Inn is really weird. Even the waiters are masters of Qi sense...could it be the mysterious sect that is said to be founded by immortals in the world and can drive away ghosts and monsters in the rumors?"
"Do you believe the rumors in the world? It's a pity that the monk is alive or dead."
"Yes, the seven of us owe our lives to that true monk."